Bab 265: Holy war 3

"Hmm... as expected, they don't taste good when they're already dead," Adrian mumbled to himself, his voice echoing amidst the eerie silence that enveloped the scene.

He surveyed the aftermath of his macabre experiment, his eyes flickering with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction.

Among the six angels he had used for his study, he had discovered a grim truth: the fresher the kill, the more delectable the soul.

With each step he took, Adrian's laughter reverberated through the air, mingling with the scent of golden blood that stained the ground beneath him.

The last remaining angel, her once-pristine white body now marred with claw marks, cowered before him in a futile attempt to escape her inevitable fate.

Her eyes widened with dread and fear as she beheld the monstrous entity before her—a being whose very presence exuded an aura of darkness and malevolence.