“Oh, wow. Lydkan’s dead?”0

Arthus was indeed waiting for Henry on Lizark Hill, and as he did so, he made himself comfortable in his blood-filled bathtub, intending to enjoy each of his planned entertainments.0

Lydkan had been the first of those entertainments. 0

Amused, Arthus said, “Good. They shouldn’t be struggling with just Lydkan, but anyway, the rings… I see they’ve picked up something interesting on the way.”0

There was a giant mirror in front of Arthus, and through it, he could see Henry’s expedition team in real-time.0

The power of a god was indeed a most convenient power. Of course, Arthus was technically only a demigod, but he didn’t complain, as he was still on par with deities and dragons, enjoying powers that normally only such beings possessed. 0

Arthus quickly erased Lydkan, who had been reduced to ashes, from his mind. The reason he had chosen Lydkan for the first spectacle was simple—he was the weakest one of the apostles. Well, Grumpy had died first, so technically Lydkan was the next weakest apostle. 0

In any case, he had still been the weakest out of the remaining apostles, which was why Arthus had...0