"Oh～～"
Jackal on the side didn't understand a word; she'd already sunk deep into her fantasy of founding a Cat God cult in Atlanta.
"So you mean everyone over there deserves to die, right? Can we just kill them all?"
"What if we touch down and our names all turn red?"
"Isn't that perfect, I'm ready for a massacre!"
Ruzuo raised his axe high; he was already itching to stack up a mound of cultist heads.
Back when he played Escape, he got chased all over the map by these dumbasses and couldn't fight back. That shit had been pent up for a long time.
This time he could finally settle old scores and new ones together, show them what "the child does not speak of gods and monsters" really means!
Heaven gives birth to all things to nourish Man; Man has not a single thing with which to repay Heaven.
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!
"Uh..."
Brother Ni stepped up and pushed Ruzuo's hand down.
