"Get back, you filthy beasts!" A-Gou's roar thundered like exploding lightning, reverberating through the dilapidated hut, while those attackers clad in tattered black robes, resembling ascetic monks, were clearly shocked to hear a Profound Demon articulate human speech with reason— and the next second, something even more astonishing happened.
Sherry swung her chain and hurled the Abyssal Hound she was holding directly at the nearest "Doomsday Preacher."
She didn't really understand much about Doomsday Preachers, vaguely aware they were another group of heretics, even more fanatical, more extreme, worshipping "the Master" that was Subspace itself. Sherry had no idea why a bunch of lunatics like these had suddenly appeared in Plunder City-State, nor why they had found her, but that didn't matter—
