"Detonation time... it's almost here."
"It's either early tomorrow morning, or tomorrow night."
Hearing Scarface's words, Qiu Tu's expression darkened, his heart filled with an icy chill.
Are all the people who grew up in the Disaster Zone maniacs?
Or is it just that all devotees of the Evil God are insane?
This kind of plan, where thousands, even tens of thousands of lives are sacrificed just to please their deity, to slightly strengthen their god's power—does he really feel no unease at all?
Thinking this way, Qiu Tu couldn't help but frown and ask in a low voice, "Don't you think what you're doing is completely insane?"
"Those thousands of people are your soldiers. They trust you, that's why they follow your commands, obey your arrangements, and yet you sacrificed all of them?"
Scarface's face, covered in scars writhing like centipedes, twisted wildly as he heard Qiu Tu's words.
He chuckled, a raspy laugh, then said, "Insane?"
He laughed heartily. "I am indeed insane."
