Unadulterated rage... the rage was the only thing rampaging inside Beelzebub. He was a god in front of these lowly creatures and yet dared to oppose him? Had it not been for Mournblade, he would have died inside whatever the sphere was.
His state might have been pitiful, but it was nothing in comparison to what he was going to do to them. He hadn't been this bloodied and bruised ever since the holy war. Nor had he ever thought he would need to see his Mournblade ever again.
"Looks like my life shortened again..." Beelzebub shook his head.
Unlike what the others believe, the Mournblade was a double-edged sword. Yes, it did save the lives of countless nobles in dire times. However, in return, the blade would also take away a chunk of their lifeforce or HP once they had recovered a bit.
