Entering The Sovereign Medal: So This Is What Being Op Feels like

[Back to Michael.]

[Golden Throne Hall.]

"What is wrong with you guys? Not attacking?"

Michael sat on the bodies of metals, staring at the remaining five knights in front of him, with a smirk on his face.

The knights stared at the Demon with two colors eyes in fear, all taking a step back.

"Well then." Michael pointed a finger at them. "Nice knowing you all."

Dark beam shot out from his finger, which accurately collided with one, and exploded, killing the five in an instant.

"The Void Bloodline is dope! I wonder what Psychic, space and blood can do." He stood up, and jumped down from the Knights, landing on the ground.

"What are my gains?"

He asked, dusting his overcoat.

{Points: 200,000.}

{Void: 70%. Shadow: 90%.}

{Skills: [Shadow Pull], [Void destruction Finger], [Void Euthanasia], [Shadows Form].}