This simple and rude remark unexpectedly sparked a burst of laughter.
Ak was instantly enraged.
"You're courting death, Viheler."
Viheler laughed loudly: "Yes, I'm courting death. Come kill me."
Ak's voice turned ominous.
"You think you've won? How laughable, you know nothing of the Ancient God that destroyed a human civilization, that chaotic terror, even we evil thoughts dare not touch... Look, it's already come!"
In the distance, the third blood tide surged forth.
It was larger than the previous two waves, the blood-red light towering and nearly swallowing the horizon, and Rod clearly saw that the tide of monsters surging forth from the blood light were almost all the Fallen, warriors once belonging to Saint Reel.
They were devoured by the Blood God upon death, becoming creations of flesh, from initiates to high-ranking Church Knights, except for a few who escaped from Saint Reel, they were all here, numbering in the millions.
"Hahahaha!"
Ak laughed maniacally:
