A Bet with Slutty Evil Being!

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"I have only a limited understanding of the skills possessed by my temporary allies," Asura managed to say through coughs and gasps. "But if I had to guess, I would say that the dog and the cat are the most powerful."

Asura's words seemed to infuriate Limbra even more, and she fixed her obsessive gaze on him, maintaining her cruel grin.

Despite his injuries, Asura still managed to maintain his composure and spoke with dignity. He accepted his fate, realizing that his time had come, and that he would soon be passing from this world.

Asura's passing was a drawn-out process, as he lay there in agony until he finally succumbed to his wounds. Limbra may have only caused a single wound, but it turned out to be a fatal one.

Despite his passing, however, Asura's words may prove to be crucial in the future, as his knowledge of his allies' strengths could potentially be used to turn the tide in the ongoing conflict.

Limbra continued to interrogate Asura about the battle, demanding to know which side would emerge victorious.

"Which will win, the dog or the cat? It can only be Justinian's troops, or it is not? Even their name is completely foreign to me. I am grateful to you for the information!" Limbra said to Asura.

Asura, struggling to speak through the pain, revealed that Justinian's troops were likely to win, despite his limited knowledge of the other members' abilities.

Limbra showed her sadistic tendencies by inflicting more pain on Asura, pressing her sword deeper into his wound and causing him to convulse in agony.

As the pain intensified, Asura's ability to speak coherently dwindled, and all that could be heard were incoherent grunts and mumbles.

The pain was overwhelming, tearing apart his body and mind. Despite his excruciating suffering, Asura tried his best to endure the torture with dignity and strength, accepting his fate with a quiet resignation.

Limbra continued to torture Asura, living up to her moniker of 'The Sadist.' She took pleasure in mutilating Asura's body, causing him to suffer until he reached the point where he could no longer bear the pain.

Although there were only the two of them present, Asura would have begged for mercy if it weren't for the fact that doing so would have brought dishonor upon him.

In addition, he was in so much agony that he was unable to speak coherently due to the amount of blood he was losing.

Despite Asura's condition, Limbra continued to speak, contemplating the collaboration between the dog and the cat.

She found it ironic that the two animals were able to work together, given their inherent differences. Limbra cleaned the blood off her slender sword, which lacked any ostentatious decorations.

The atmosphere was tense as Limbra stood over Asura's suffering form. She appeared to take pleasure in inflicting pain and making him suffer, showing no signs of mercy.

Her obsession with causing pain and her sadistic tendencies were evident in her actions. Meanwhile, Asura was barely conscious, his body writhing in agony as he struggled to remain alive. The situation seemed bleak, with no hope of rescue or reprieve in sight.

Limbra inspected her slender sword, noting its acute edges and lack of protection. She then skillfully inserted the point of the blade into the haft of her umbrella, which acted as its handle.

The combination of a sword and umbrella made for a unique weapon that looked almost like a "cane sword."

As Limbra traversed the barren and lifeless landscape, she yearned for a simple pleasure, a cup of tea made by her own hands.

Despite the lack of foliage, she found a route partially covered by greenery that provided some much-needed shade from the scorching sun. She twirled her umbrella in her hands, grateful for its usefulness in more ways than one.

Limbra's thoughts then turned to the dog and cat that Asura had mentioned. She contemplated the possibility of facing them in battle and the satisfaction that would come with dying in such a glorious way.

"Maybe I will find them and engage in a fight to the death, one that I will relish until my last breath," she mused.

And now as a result of this, Alex's camp is now in a favorable position.

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In the midst of the chaotic battle, a demon, covered in his own blood, let out a grunt of frustration as he fought against his supposed ally.

Archibald of the Parish had initially believed that Chigaru, the Anubite from the Sands of Sloth, was on their side.

However, Chigaru and Yaotl were fiercely loyal to the Shah of Sloth, and their allegiance left no room for any other allies.

Archibald found himself struggling to understand the flawed logic of his opponent. He had been ordered by Justinian to work with the Anubite to eliminate The Lord of Lust and his crew.

But it seemed that Chigaru's sense of loyalty to his own leader overrode any sense of allegiance to their joint mission.

The confusion and frustration of the situation were evident in Archibald's expression as he continued to battle against Chigaru.

Archibald was taken aback by the unexpected level of skill and strength displayed by his former ally turned foe, Chigaru, an Anubite from the Sands of Sloth.

Archibald had underestimated Chigaru's loyalty to the Ruler of Sloth, which led to the Anubite betraying Archibald and his team who were hired by Justinian to slay The Lord of Lust and his crew.

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