Chapter 391: The So-called Secret of Divine Artifacts

Hearing the hoarse voice of Viscount Gibran, Kant laughed lightly with obvious mockery.

No one standing here was a fool. Looking at the figures covered in blood mist, he slowly nodded and clapped his hands. "I really didn't expect that the famous general of the East County, Viscount Gibran, was actually the devil's lackey."

"Oh, the devil's lackey? No, no, no, I don't like this term."

Viscount Gibran, however, was not angry at all.

Looking at Kant, he continued to say in a hoarse voice, "I only prayed in despair and then received the gift of the supreme power." He paused for a moment and grinned. "You should know this very well, right?"

"I don't know."

Kant shrugged. "I'm also very curious."

He was indeed curious about this.

Although the East County was close to the Senwaya Range, he did not know when the power of demons had appeared here.