Chapitre 351: Dreamer's Weapon

It is always easy to be logical, it is almost impossible to be logical to the bitter end.

Dreamer never had anything to do with logic. He did things that defy logic.

Right now, he stood on the battlefield and had his eyes squinted.

"I was sure I aimed for his head. How did he manage to jump at the last second?" He asked himself.

He had thrown Venom at Laplace with the highest speed. The Demon shouldn't have enough time to predict its trajectory and jump to avoid death.

Laplace, lying far away, wiggled his upper body like a worm.

He got his legs cut off, he was in pain, but he was still alive which was enough for him.

"Human!" He shouted.

Dreamer turned his head at the Demon.

"I will pay you back for this! Just you wait!"

"Wait? Why would I need to wait?"

"You idiot," Apollo spoke in between. "He will get away. He broke the crystal. He will vanish."

Dreamer's eyes twitched.

WOOSH!