Chapter 162

Somewhere remote on the Continent.

In a remote cave, a man stoked a fire. Over the flames, he grilled meat dripping with blood.

*Sizzle*

Enjoying the sound of the meat sizzling, the man picked up the flask next to him. Uncorking it with his hand, he raised it to his mouth.

The red wine flowed down his throat, warming his body.

"Keuuu."

Then he grabbed the undercooked meat.

He chewed the meat, dripping with blood, and washed it down with wine. When he was satisfied, he lay down on the ground.

He touched his stomach, which was slightly bulging.

A rushing sound came from outside the cave. Soon, a black-hooded figure entered.

The man knelt down in front of him.

"Apostle, we have a message from headquarters."

"Oh? What's the message?"

"They say groups are gathering from all over the kingdoms to attack the Demon Gate in Burning Hell."

"What's the First Apostle doing."