The people in this village were all of high levels and possessed remarkable talent—Owen had already set his sights on them.
However, they had yet to understand one fundamental truth: survival itself was the greatest blessing.
If he could convert all the villagers into his devoted followers, Annasi Town's strength would increase dramatically!
After all, his town currently only had three Tier-4 awakeners, whereas this village had twelve!
When the Divine War broke out, his advantage in the devotee battles would be overwhelming!
As Owen observed, the Flesh-Winged Angel had already reached the village's outskirts. Starving with anticipation, it licked its lips and spoke in a hoarse, eager voice:
"Will you three be my first meal? Though a bit old and tough, your flesh contains a rich concentration of mana elements—that should make up for the lack of tenderness!"
The Flesh-Winged Angel regarded the village chief and the two elders with great interest.
