But when he saw Hera being slowly burned to ashes in the sea of ​​fire, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The feeling of surviving a disaster washed over me, and even my severed right hand no longer hurt so much.

He knelt down, pulled a bandage from his pocket, and began to bite it to stop the bleeding, completely unaware of the bone whip behind him that was slowly deforming.

The tall, thin man clumsily wrapped two bandages around his wound when he suddenly heard what sounded like footsteps behind him.

He turned his head away, somewhat puzzled.

A long bone knife pierced his mouth the instant he turned his head, piercing through his head.

Blood flowed from his mouth, staining the bandage he was holding blood red.

He raised his eyes in disbelief, and Hera's expressionless, flawless face appeared before him.

Then it slowly turned black, becoming the last thing he saw in his life.

Sensing the other party's disappearance, Hera twisted the bone knife, preparing to pull it out.

As soon as it was pulled out, a bunch of items burst out of the tall, thin man's body like an explosion.

Although Hera reacted quickly and retreated, she was still buried under a flood of debris.

Hera was a little confused, not knowing what had just happened.

But she quickly began to pry open the objects around her, and then slowly moved her body, crawling out from the pile of things.

Standing on a small hill made of debris.

Hera examined these things carefully.

There were clothes, electrical appliances, and some strange things.

But the most numerous items were weapons, including firearms and melee weapons of all kinds.