Blood flowed like a stream from Carter Shire, his body full of transparent holes.
Grimacing, he lay on the ground with a face full of despair.
Who did he offend?
Right from the start, his house was demolished, not to mention machine guns greeting him without a word.
Even though he won't die, it hurts!
And it's daytime now, the residual power of the Spirit of Vengeance within him can't be used.
No martial ethics!
This is truly a lack of morality!
"Who are you all?"
Carter Shire searched his mind thoroughly, unable to figure out whom he had offended.
For the past hundred years, other than Mephisto, the Hell Demon King, he's been honestly guarding cemeteries, never offending anyone.
Looking at these tall robots, it must be the handiwork of a major force.
He's just an elderly person hiding in a cemetery, completely out of touch with such an existence.
Carter Shire racked his brains but couldn't understand whom he had offended.
