Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

consumed by about seven-eighths. The only improvement from last time was that he hadn't fallen into unconsciousness due to this consumption.His arms ached, heavy and difficult to lift. Tang Wulin felt..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demond. Two yellow mechs, one with its central core severed by Issei and the other missing its head. 。Of course, the enforcement officer's cockpit is located on the chest of the mecha, not on top of its he...