He was about to finish his prayer and take action, but unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, Victor, who had his arm severed earlier, suddenly stumbled forward two steps and then fell to his knees with a thud!
"Spare, spare me! Great Angel! I, I am willing to betray the Wizard! I am willing to join the ranks of the Gods!" Victor wept bitterly, his face full of extreme fear and despair.
He spoke rapidly, pleading incoherently like a machine gun: "I am willing to provide all kinds of intelligence on the Wizards! Their weaknesses! Their strongholds! I'm willing to say anything! I'm willing to kill these two heretics to show my sincerity! Just spare my life..."
He looked extremely pathetic and terrified, as if truly broken by the pain of his severed arm and the threat of death, his face unusually pale from pain and blood loss.
Seeing this, the Blood Angel sneered, intending to mock the pathetic defector a bit more.
