Chapter 190: The World's Fissure, the Angel Envoy of Slaughter? (5k~)_2

[He and those lost demonic beasts were different; he seemed to still retain his own consciousness.]

[He called himself the Slaughter Envoy...]

[He warned you not to approach that white door.]

[He asked if you were willing to accept God's test and become an envoy of God like him, possessing endless mighty power...]

[You looked at his disgusting figure, and you refused...]

[The creature that called itself the Slaughter Envoy muttered regretfully after hearing your refusal, saying he detected a distasteful scent on you.]

[It was the scent of those despised by the God of Slaughter...]

[Having said that, his figure flashed, and his fingertips grew nails sharp as blades, slicing across your neck.]

[Your head fell to the ground as a matter of course, and your divine soul left your body...]

[Without any effort, he captured your divine soul.]

[Afterward, he made a strange gesture, seemingly worshipping the blood moon.]