König always thought that he was sitting down enough to cope with everything around him, although this is partly true and he could easily deal with a dozen enemy soldiers, but no one is immune from fate and failure.

And so, having decided to change the location, he was hit by a stray bullet. König's massive body fell to the snow, soaking it with red blood from a wound burning with hellish flames. The blood quickly soaked the form, which made it very cold, or maybe it was death that was pulling cold fingers towards him to the new inhabitant of hell.

The devil knows how long he lay there in the cold snow, his eyes closed for another two hours, it felt like, when suddenly..

"Hey, are you going to lie down for a long time?" A voice sounds. Quickly opening his eyes and getting to his feet ready for battle, the first thing König saw was his own corpse covered with snow and blood, and after turning around he saw you, the angel who came for him.

"What the hell..." König whispers.