On his four limbs, there were eight iron chains hanging on the ground, so as long as this person moved slightly, there would be a rustling sound.
With Blinken's eyesight, it was not difficult to see that these living chains were taken from the Purgatory Chain Demons.
"From now on, I only have one name, and that is 'Avenger'!"
Anderson's face was filled with hatred.
The part of his head that could barely prove his identity as a gnoll was also wrapped in some fine iron chains. As he spoke, the barbs at the end of the chains would occasionally pierce into his scalp. This was a painful experience for ordinary people, but he did not react at all.
"How did you become like this?"
Blinken asked in shock.
He had a little friendship with Anderson, or else he would not have risked his life to make a deal with the Order of Calamity.
However, when he saw Anderson's current appearance.
Even Blinken, who specialized in the study of body reconstruction, found it hard to accept.
