Chapter 119: Lonely Daughter
Belzebuth looked with great superiority and disdain toward the kneeling Isac and Albert.
He found them truly pitiful.
"Are you sure you want the power I will give?" he asked with a feral grin on his face.
Were they ready? What a dumb question to ask.
They wouldn't be here if they weren't ready to shoulder the consequences of their actions.
So, with a deep and resolute voice, "We are ready," Isac and Albert said.
"Fine." Belzebuth cut his finger, and two drops of black blood gushed out. They floated before him, twisting and swirling viciously.
The air around them trembled — heavy, disgusting.
Isac and Albert watched the scene as unease started to creep into their bodies. They didn't know why, but just seeing these two drops of blood made their own blood churn with apprehension.
"Take them," Belzebuth said.
"Ingest this blood. You will then have the power you desire."
