Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

transforming into a pale golden light that enveloped him. His armor fluttered and rolled out, quickly covering his right hand and forearm. 。It was the battle armor.The ray gun shot at the battle armo..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demontorage ring and handed it over. 。It was a piece of silvery-white metal, on which was embossed a snow-white bird sculpture. 。This big bird looks very handsome, a bit like an eagle, but its body proport...