Chapter 112 - 108
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"Your blasphemy annoys me."
As the two talked, a gloomy voice floated over. Sergei and Pietro looked up to see the smoke and dust clearing at the ruins of the collapsed wall. In the massive depression, the Blood God stood tall.
Stepping over the rubble, half of his shattered head had already healed, while the other half remained gruesomely exposed, with blood and tissue squirming as it rapidly regenerated—a sight enough to make anyone sick.
But Sergei and Pietro only frowned slightly. Despite the grotesque display, they weren't children sheltered from the horrors of the world. They'd faced countless bloody battles.
They had endured inhuman pain and torture since childhood. This level of gore meant little to them.
Pietro raised an eyebrow at the Blood God. "That self-healing is impressive. Even after losing your head, you bounce right back."
The Blood God's voice dripped with arrogance. "Your strength is surprising, but it's a pity..."