This place was originally "Purgatory,"but now, there was something more called the original flavor.
Just like some of the imitations of major international brands, the difference in quality was really very small. Some imitations were even better in quality than the real thing, but in the eyes of consumers, the real thing had a kind of atmosphere that belonged to him, a purity that belonged to him.
At this moment...
the Real Devil had descended,
all beings were equal,
in front of hell...
the collective...
trembled!
At this moment, all the instruments in the various laboratories were vibrating, as if they had sensed a magnetic field and a call. The weapons and tools that had previously killed people seemed to have their own consciousness at this moment.
They began to cheer, they began to be active, and they were even more impatient, waiting for a new round of food that belonged to the devil.
