When Angelus was about to snap his fingers, both of his hands mysteriously got severed clean and fell to the ground. The grip of the diamond hands on his arms weren't coming off anytime soon either.
Unlike the divine protection that the Blade God granted to Zarria, Axerion's blessing was manually activated. He could cut any body part of his target at will.
With a sardonic tone, Axerion remarked:
"My, I didn't expect the Demon King to be a pipsqueak like you. If you weren't so ugly, I would have found you adorable."
Angelus smiled.
"Well, if it isn't Mister Godhand over here. Though, are you sure you're supposed to be talking to me that way?"
The Demon King was currently surrounded by the four leaders of the strongest human clans yet there wasn't a single trace of fear on his face.
"You sneaked past the border before I was able to close it like the little rat that you are," Axerion replied.
