Chapter 153: The Unpaid Debt
The demon generals and the Nine Pacts didn’t interrupt, but they had no interest in someone as weak as Vritra. The Nine Pacts’ work would be done after he is dead, so even if he dies at Blunder’s hand, they won’t really mind.
As for the demon generals, they used this time to find what was making the Bone Blood Cult so confident. There had to be something that made them believe they could handle everyone here.
"Now beg, show me your best performance. Watch and plead as you watch everyone you care for die at my hands, haaah~ so exciting." Blunder said in a rather perverse tone, as the bloody hand grabbed the carriage.
Blunder had one of his hands raised as he grabbed the empty air while his eyes were fixed on Vritra’s expression, waiting to see that change—the change to satisfy his twisted desires.
As the carriage rose high into the air, the coachman jumped off hastily and ran towards the other carriage, praying to every god there is to survive this disaster. He was an ordinary man in his fifties.
CREAAAKKKKK
The carriage began to shake wildly under the pressure of the bloody hand. Vritra’s eyes widened in shock as he raised both hands and formed a hand of dust just as big in size.
Blunder’s face twisted even more in satisfaction as he sensed the desperation in Vritra’s action. But the dust hand crumbled the moment it struck the hand of blood—the power difference was too big.
"Sigh, fine, go ahead and do it, you monster." Vritra just turned his gaze away from the gruesome scene that was about to follow. He couldn’t bring himself to watch such destruction.