"An amateur!?"
The suppressed voice could not hide the overwhelming anger, Thutmose had never been so furious.
Even when Thoth appointed him to join Hermes Secret Society, Thutmose still felt honored.
But this time, all Thutmose felt was boundless humiliation.
Because Thutmose could tell that Aten was sincere when he said those words.
The opponent wasn't intentionally mocking or provoking; he was simply stating what he believed to be a fact.
This was undoubtedly more intolerable for Thutmose than any deliberate insult or sneer.
"Do you think you've already won?"
Thutmose, with a bird's head and human body, wings on his back, growled lowly.
No one would doubt Thutmose's resolve, especially as he pulled out a dark Bible from the Void.
It was a Bible compiled from the fur of unknown creatures.
A book, opening which, countless undead and demons wailed in agony—a Book of Death.
