Spark had never imagined that these despicable death deities, by bestowing upon her so many titles, were actually trying to flatter her into facing a hundred foes alone!
The army of Blasphemers had already reached the gates of the fortress?!
"You are our Saint, and you control us. Now we have no combat power at all; our weapons have been shattered by that Dog-headed Person. You need to take responsibility!"
"You don't want to end up captured alive like us, do you?"
It was that Death God with the broken sword who was the first to jump out. Spark instantly clenched her fists, wishing she could throw a punch at this armored death god!
But quickly, another Ancient Death God spoke up:
"Don't worry, you might think it troublesome to face hundreds of equals alone, but now you have our power of death, and because of that green fire, we've been forcibly bound to you!"
