"I really like a saying often used by the People of Ming — contemporary people solve contemporary problems."
Behemoth stood atop the rooftop of the New Asia Hospital, gazing at the dim Purple Flames shooting into the sky, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
No one likes these uninvited guests coming to snatch the Peach.
Although Behemoth himself was here to pick the Peach, he considered that he had paid a sufficient price. Both the People of Ming and those from Hell had tacitly agreed to his involvement.
I bought a ticket to get in, and you all... actually want to freeload?
There is no such good deal!
Behemoth didn't mind that future humanity might use his blood to create terrifying monsters, but he was quite irritated by their giant infant mentality of not striving to improve and only thinking about going back to the past to nurse on their mother.
"It would be best if both sides suffer losses."
