I really can’t tell if the big cube head on the left is supposed to be that sorcerer from back in that first hell and back again from the tournament arc. Nice to see a bunch of the fools on screen again. Baby and Laya and that shortstack in the armor are my favs!
Ah, it would seem the parade of fools follows the Wheel Smashing Lord even into certain doom. Soon we shall see which will die well and which shall be left to weep and sing!
Violence is necessary for change, but if the path one walks is solitary, that change is fleeting.
It is a vacuum carved upon the face of the world that collapses in on itself and dooms thousands of souls to ruin.
You must leave something in its place, for to kill for the sake of killing reveals in yourself a butcher, and all your power nothing but an especially sharp rock.
BOSS BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
i hope we get to see my fav guy again (the one with a book for a head)
UH OH WITCH FIGHT
STRENGTH BEYOND STRENGTH
Bald, long looong neck, big breast, perfection, all we need is a name!
Yay! These fuckers! Have they embraced a cause greater than themselves yet? We can but hope.
Big Baby got an eyepatch!
Oh what adventures he must have had.
I really can’t tell if the big cube head on the left is supposed to be that sorcerer from back in that first hell and back again from the tournament arc. Nice to see a bunch of the fools on screen again. Baby and Laya and that shortstack in the armor are my favs!
THE PARADE OF FOOLS ARRIVES! GODS BLESS THEIR SOULS.
REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE
All we need now is a horde of kung-fu monkeys.
Ah, it would seem the parade of fools follows the Wheel Smashing Lord even into certain doom. Soon we shall see which will die well and which shall be left to weep and sing!
I am still waiting for the angels to show up. They have been very quiet for a pretty long while.
Ugh, Nukoku! Stop narrating and get fighting already!
Violence is necessary for change, but if the path one walks is solitary, that change is fleeting.
It is a vacuum carved upon the face of the world that collapses in on itself and dooms thousands of souls to ruin.
You must leave something in its place, for to kill for the sake of killing reveals in yourself a butcher, and all your power nothing but an especially sharp rock.
Buddha baby, slip some karma under the tree, for me–