Winding purple horns that appeared to be around 50 centimeters long, muscles that were densely packed all over the body, and huge wings sprouting from the back… The owner of all of these was Rubolle, and he had a crumpled expression.

“What am I doing? Do I need a reason to come here? I can come and go when I want.” Baler, on the other hand, had an expression that contrasted Rubolle’s. He was all smiles in anticipation of the battle that would soon take place.

Rubolle’s attention left Baler and focused on John Blake: “John! Is this your doing? Don’t you know who you are up against?!”

The difference between Rubolle and Baler was so immense it was insurmountable, even with the help of the magic power stone.

“The coward who doesn’t dare go out of the city for a second because he is afraid of me? In addition...” John Blake stared at Rubolle and smiled. He had never been a kind or good-natured person, and he had only become a lot duller with the passage of time. Back when he was a young man, John Blake was a moving tyrant. He removed all those he found unpleasant and killed them against their will. There was no forgiveness...