"Armstronnnngggg..." A roar echoed throughout the main headquarters of the military. Inside the building was a complete mess; more than eighty percent of people inside there were vessels for the brain.
The others were trying their best to make up a narrative for the public; General Armstrong, the last remaining general on earth, watched over them with an angry face.
After getting the confirmation from Cindi that Hestia had moved to Mars successfully, Ray's next step was simple: kill General Armstrong head-on.
The ceiling of the building beneath him exploded, and a man with a height of four meters and a mountain of muscles stood in front of him.
"You have finally come out of your nest, Blood Angel."
Ray could feel an insane amount of devil magic from somewhere on the northern side of Earth, but that was someone else's problem.
Receiving no answer, his fists grew larger. "How do you feel now that you have destroyed humanity's last hope?"
