Killing a God 14

However, just as the robed man slowly approached him, the Shaman suddenly got up and grabbed the man's throat.

"You— "

"You fucking imbecile! You dare put poison on a devil's dagger!? It seems that you aren't only stupid! You are incompetent!" the Shaman spat a mouthful of blood, anger visible in his eyes. Now, this man had truly angered him. Sadly, this isn't the man's real body. If only he knew where this man is right now! He tightened his hand around the man's neck without giving the man the opportunity to say another word. That's right. He is going to kill this body.

Obviously, the fact that this isn't the man's real body doesn't concern him.

Feeling the life disappear from the man's body, the Shaman scoffed and waited for him to breathe his last before throwing the body next to the woman who fought against him earlier.

Then he spat out another mouthful of blood.