"Master - you asked me to be careful about that Holy Pharaoh?"
"It's hard to understand."
His voice was faintly heard in the red mist.
"The master's ultimate goal is to drag the world into the 'blood disaster'."
"The Master's will is deeper than the abyss - purer than nothingness."
The limbs in the blood mist twisted, leaving tracks in the mist.
"We don't need a throne, we don't need order, we don't need that ridiculous 'god'."
The tentacles suddenly split into countless long blood whips, dancing wildly in the mist.
It even made a whooshing sound.
"Let everything sink into the sea of blood, and let order fall apart."
Those pale eyeballs turned in different directions at the same time, and the pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip.
"In the womb of chaos, Master, you will reshape this - rotten world."
The blood mist surged violently, which seemed to be because the mood of Azraz, the Son of Blood, was changing.
"That is the ultimate truth—"
The last words turned into a creepy low laugh that lingered in the blood mist for a long time and refused to dissipate.
"I, Azraz, the son of the Blood Hidden, will serve as the world's 'savior', as the master's right-hand man, and complete his mission for him."
At this moment, the voice of Azraz, the Blood Hidden Son, became extremely chaotic, and it was more like some kind of "crackling" sound of electric current.
"My servants—"
"Attack the Holy Egyptian Alliance's logistics..."
Just as he finished speaking, Azraz, the Blood Hidden Son, suddenly saw something flash by.
"ah--"
"A guest is coming—"
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