Bab 636: You Will Call Me, Sir [Part 2]

Just as Paimon's fist was about to hit the Death Bat's chest, a palm blocked it and stopped it from moving forward.

"Killing a member of the Order is against the rules of our organization," Metatron said with a smile. "If you want to fight, go to the Battlefield of the Apocalypse. I won't stop any of you even if you tear each other apart."

Paimon, who was still brimming with anger, gritted her teeth and pulled back her fist.

She had never felt so humiliated in her life. Right now, the only thing she wanted to do was to reap Camazotz apart in order to avenge herself. 

"You saw what he did to me!" Paimon complained. "What if I challenge him into the Battlefield of the Apocalypse, and he refuses to accept it?"

Metatron glanced at the Death Bat with a frown. "What you did was wrong, Camazotz. So you have no choice but to accept her challenge on the battlefield of the Apocalypse."