Chapitre 1006: Surtur Strikes!

"Hahaha! Filthy demons, how does it feel to die under the hand of my babies?!" Nightwalker roared with bloodshot eyes. 

The demons below couldn't respond as they were being ripped apart, sliced, devoured and disintegrated by the multitudes of apocalypses which only became stronger with each kill and replenished their spent energy. 

Misery and AP, who were watching and assisting from the side, felt a chill in their hearts. They shared an uncertain look and commented. 

"Maybe… we shouldn't bully Night so much in the future?" 

"Ehh… I never thought he'd have so much pent-up anger. Poor demons." 

Well, there was a reason a fine gentleman like Nightwalker wanted to devour a red flag command center like Bella without even leaving bones behind. How could one who dined in red flags be free of them?