Shifting Blame [Part 1]

Regret.

Endless regret.

If there was a cure for it, the Plague Faction would willingly buy it regardless of the price.

Unfortunately, regret was an emotion that could only be felt after things had come to pass.

And now, it was too late for regrets.

The Slaughterer of the Valentin Family, Lleu, moved across the battlefield like an angel of death.

Six dark angelic wings sprouted behind his back as he mowed down everything in his path.

His father, former Demon Lord Balthazar, was thoroughly enraged when he found out that the mother of his unborn great grandchildren had been kidnapped and taken against her will.

The fury inside his chest burned so bright, reflected on the sword in his hand, which blazed with hellish flames that extended hundred of meters long, annihilating everything in its path with a single strike.