The shotgun fired repeatedly, piercing one body after another, leaving shredded flesh and blood evenly smeared on the walls.
Bologue hummed a strange melody, and the struggling mask on his face seemed to come alive. Sharp teeth and angry eyes completely covered his face, transforming him into a living ghost god.
A sense of terror devoured the guards in an instant. In extreme fear, they scattered and fled, but on this night of revelry, before dawn, the Evil Spirit allowed no one to leave the party.
"This man is standing up!"
Bologue raised his gun and shouted joyfully.
The power bestowed by the Devil roamed through his body, a burning pain felt in his palm. Meanwhile, countless beams of light appeared in Bologue's eyes, rising into the dark night.
Each beam represented a name on the list, and when Bologue fired and crushed a life, the glorious pillar of light would dim and shatter.
