Kapitel 881: Chapter 881: Randall Gentle

"Why are you fighting each other like savages!?"

"R…Randall!"

The red-skinned humanoid, Randall, brushed his hands across the four horns on top of his head. A sort of rhythmic tune, singing in the air with each of his fingers tapping on his horns; strips of neon lights then started dancing around his horns, and before the lights could grow wild, Randall pulled his hands away, grabbing the lights with him and turning them into some sort of energy weapon that hovered around his arms.

Magic, or as Miss Peponvondosovich said, mystic arts.

Randall started looking around, before settling on the sad mangled corpse that Miss Esme brutally devoured. Randall then pointed a finger at the corpse, before shooting out a light that rippled across the ground as soon as it hit all the flesh and blood. And soon, the light grew brighter and brighter and sprung the dead god back to life.