Boom!

Outside the underground vault, which was a complete wreck and littered with corpses, there was a deafening crash as a crimson storm descended from above.

“Storm Sweep! Charge!”

Now that Tang Qian was going all out, he seemed to transform into a massive, raging gale of blood. Wherever he passed, walls, tables, cabinets, corpses, and even pools of blood were destroyed as though they had been swept over by an invisible plow. Everything shattered, broke, and turned to dust.

Blood-colored flames coiled around his savage, ferocious face as his eyes swept across the horrific scene before him. Unable to contain his worry and fury, he roared, “Don’t be afraid, Father! I’m here to help you!” 

The mutated priest was so moved that he almost burst into tears. All over his body, the eyeballs radiating evil light grew misty with joyful tears. He had never expected this. He truly had never expected it.

Smith usually did nothing but eat and shit. He was a useless glutton who annoyed everyone around him, and even the priest himself could barely stand the man. Had he not already spent so much money on him, he would have probably driven Smith away or sent him to the front lines as cannon fodder.

But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that hardship would reveal the man’s character, and danger would show where his true loyalties lay. During the priest’s greatest peril, Smith had actually come to risk his...