, many times, demigods have to sleep.

But Cenarius' "weakness" is relative.

He will definitely not be able to defeat the crazed Agamaggan. Facing the two-winged demigod, Storm Crow Anzu's chances of winning are also very slim, but it does not mean that Cenarius can be bullied by any secondary lord of the Burning Legion, even if

This sub-lord holds legendary weapons and possesses venom configured by the Burning Legion's master weapon designer.

Akali is no match for Cenarius, even adding Bernholler is enough.

Cenarius's opponent should be someone on the level of Destroyer Maronos.

Seeing that the natural storm set off by the enraged Cenarius was about to drown his opponent, the other being who was watching the battle outside the real world couldn't help but sigh.

Tyrion put down the wine glass in his hand with some sadness and said to the Blood Matron beside him:

"I thought these demons could give me a surprise... But look at them, they have been planning for so long, but they are still defeated by Cenarius in a desperate situation. It is really disappointing."

"But, my Alleria, guess who I hate the most among all the wilderness demigods?"

"Cenarius?"

The Blood Mistress, who was repairing her war bow, raised her head, reached out and brushed her long golden hair, and said curiously:

"I seem to remember you saying once...you hate Cenarius because this guy is a very important part of a huge conspiracy?"

"Yes, Cenarius."

Tyrion was leaning on the chair on the balcony on the second floor of the Death Realm Fortress. His eyes seemed to be able to see the battle going on in this world. He looked at the powerful natural demigod Cenarius. His ice blue eyes

A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"He once did something that made me feel disgusting. He changed the fate of a poor person and made that poor person embark on a bullshit path full of self-destruction, just because of his words...

Although I know that there is another nasty person involved behind this matter, it does not mean that Cenarius is innocent."

"This young demigod has no idea what the consequences of his words... I hate this kind of guy who can't control his mouth and likes to chatter endlessly, so I want to give him a... "lesson"

.”

As he spoke, Tyrion raised his finger. At this moment, the peaceful world of death became violently violent, as if some heavy power had been aroused. Tyrion stood up from the chair, with his fingers wrapped around

A black light seemed to swallow up all light.

He took a deep breath, turned back and smiled at Alleria:

"I call this trick..."

"Death...one finger!"

"Buzz"
Chapter completed!