"A bunch of useless trash!"
Renut's face was livid, the hilt of the sword in his hand was completely crushed, bent, and emitted a series of wails: "If you can't make progress, then just die for me!"
He roared with abandon, the aura of Slaughter's sin exploded forth without any reservation.
Strange scales emerged from the flesh, sharp horns protruded from the forehead.
In his right hand, a bone scale appeared, with one end holding a feather seemingly carved from flesh and blood, weighing heavily down, while the other end was empty and hanging high.
When Renut pointed, a crew member on another ship in the distance suddenly stiffened, knelt down, and began to convulse violently.
On the scale, the presence of the tower and Slaughter appeared.
In an instant, a fresh, still-beating heart appeared on the once empty scale, restoring balance. Then the heart seemed to be swallowed by an invisible mouth.
