Erica's eyes squinted with satisfaction, watching her lover dominate the battlefield. In her eyes, the current Zion truly looked incredibly hot and sexy.
In the past, she always found Thirteen cool.
But his current Seraphim Form amplified that by a hundred times.
His other lovers thought no differently. If it were appropriate, they would've shouted, 'That's my fiance!' Alas, they could only do it in their mind.
Not far from Zion, Erasmus was busy raising new minions left and right, following the ruler-sized red spear that pierced through the chests of the closest Infernals. Its one-shot kills were deliberate, keeping their bodies intact for better Undead quality.
The Lord of Death had long wanted to expand his Undead Army, and adding a few thousand infernals was right up his alley.
Knowing that there was no hope of winning, the Infernals tried to run to the portal to escape.
