บท 1098: Section 1099 The Trace of Canaan

Metal eyes forged, hovering above the chain sickle.

The continuous rumblings within the surrounding furnaces never ceased, and the high temperatures steaming from the lava pool twisted the transmitted images incessantly.

In these distorted images, Angel seemed to see the equally twisted expression of the chain sickle's owner, its struggles, roars, and despair.

No matter how it begged for mercy, cursed, or spewed insults, the chains still devoured its life, leaving not even bone scraps behind.

Such chains felt very alien to Angel.

Were these really the chains he had forged?

After calming his emotions a bit, he glanced at the empty lava pool surrounding him. Angel didn't linger and controlled a scouting puppet to leave the place.

While the scouting puppet was leaving the lava pool, Angel also diverted some of his thoughts to contemplate Popota's matter.

He still remembered the question the demon, devoured by the chains, had once posed, "Hua Que, why do you do this?"