Capítulo 211: No longer

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The War Slayer Armor. It was a creature that had a lot of history behind it, one bathed in blood, agony, and survival. 

Bathed in war.

In an ancient battlefield, some demonic geniuses had joined together and created it using materials collected in different worlds, and it had run rampant ever since in all battles it fought. 

An Armor born for war.

An Armor born to kill.

An Armor born to be the strongest.

No matter what it had to do, it shall accomplish its purpose of being the strongest. No matter what. 

Everything else other than its purpose was background noise. Worthless of any notice unless it threatened or benefitted its path to its purpose.

It had to rise, grow stronger, return to that battlefield, and kill as many angels as it could. That was why it was born, that was what it should accomplish.

Its purpose.