Swoosh——
With a single flap of wings, he had already shot to the sky above a square littered with Dragon-men.
Aiven lowered his gaze indifferently at the two Tier 3 Dragon-men below, whose faces bore expressions of fear due to the wrath of the Main God.
Not in the mood to negotiate with doomed enemies, he decided to take down these two first.
The moment they heard the commotion and looked up in astonishment, a bright red spiritual light of Witchcraft flashed above Aiven's head, and "Flesh Sacrifice" automatically sprang out, the pages flipping rapidly with a "rustle-rustle" sound.
In an instant.
A steel torrent spilled down like a real flood from the pages, composed of a total of fifty-two Flesh Puppets equivalent to Tier 2 Extraordinary from the Mobile Military Camp!
Though small in number, they were a terrifying force sufficient to massacre a small human city.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
