Angel and Demon Races’ Invasion of Jongro (8)
"It's all over."
Nguyen gave up and sat down on the chair, and at that moment, the ceiling was torn off and light penetrated it.
"Here you were! It smells."
A huge demon was standing in front of Nguyen and his men.
He had only one long, reddish-brown eye torn vertically, a muscular black body, and blood-stained wings.
"The smell of the weak, the smell of prey."
But there was a player standing near the giant's feet. Nguyen knew him. It was Tran, the leader of the demon worshipers.
"Nguyen, is this the first time I have seen you so miserable."
Despite Tran's sarcasm, Nguyen didn't say anything. He didn't want to speak with this human scum unnecessarily until the last moment.
"It looks like you don't even have the courage to open your mouth. Yeah, you should have made a good choice! Man, do you think the World Tree camp can accept us when they are busy saving themselves?"
While laughing sarcastically, he spat at Nguyen.
"Well then just die while regretting your decision!"