From the angel's blood-stained eyes, Kabanha saw everything. And the blood god was roaring, and it could feel it, and the blood god was repairing its shattered body with a steady stream of power, and urging it, or rather, roaring.

Kill him, or I'll do it myself!

Not this time, my God. Kabanha said humbly but firmly. Please don't meddle.

The Blood God's fury almost sent chills through Kabanha, but the angel's sword brought it back to reality, the whole reality it had to face.

Smoke and dust lingered all around, and the crater formed by the impact was full of blood, its own blood. The demon's burning eyes covered everything in a deep blood-colored mist, but it could still tell that its own blood was splattered everywhere, scorching the ground.

It doesn't matter, though, every drop of blood is a gift to the god of war.

And the most important thing it needed to do now was to get St. Giles back off first, the sword was hurting it. It could withstand the damage, but it would rather stand up and fight the angels than be crucified to the ground like it is now.

So he swung his axe, and with a determination that surpassed all else, slashed the great axe in his right hand at St. Giles.

It knew that the angel would block the blow, and as it had thought, St. Giles had slapped the axe with one hand with unreasonable skill, and because of this, he had one less hand to hold the sword.

Kabanha saw a look of pain on the angel's face.

Well, you realize. It smirked. Magma-red blood gushed out from between the fangs and teeth, surging towards the angel with heat.

For mortals, such a mouthful of blood is enough to make them lose their intestines and stomachs, and their bodies and spirits will be destroyed. But for the angels, it was only a slight burn—and Kabanha had already achieved his goal.

Its left paw was slightly together, and it swung a standard cool arc based on a human's hook fist. The latter was so struck by the blow that he flew out on the spot, and when he stood up again, the demon had already gotten up.

There was a bare and terrible hole in its chest, beyond the reach of a blade. And the Blade of Dyeing Red was still nailed deep into the ground at this moment. Clearly, Kabanha did not get out of trouble in the usual way.

"Your sword." The demon looked back at it thoughtfully. "You need it, you need a weapon, St. Giles."

"I can kill you with my bare hands." St. Giles replied in a low voice.

The demon's blood flowed freely on his face, almost turning his skin crimson.

Kabanha smiled, knowing that the angel would answer like this.

It drew its red-dyed blade and threw the sword at the angel's feet, sinking deep into the dirt.

"I said I wanted a fair fight." Kabanha said. "I have two weapons, and you have two weapons. We've all lost one handful, and now we're all left. ”

It lifted the bone axe, which seemed to have come from a savage age, and lifted it aloft.

"Raise your sword, angel." Kabanha urged with interest. "It's a ritual among warriors, raise your weapon, raise it high, and aim its blade at the sky. Then take an oath that you will kill the enemy in front of you, and the god of war will set his eyes on you. ”

The angel didn't do any of the above, he drew his sword and flapped his wings and flew straight over, like a brilliant light.

Anger flowed through his eyes, and the blade stabbed Kabanha's body hundreds of times like lightning, but the demon seemed unmoved. It gasped and stood in place, and at one point it reached out its right claw and grabbed the angel's blade.

The breath of hell sulfur erupted again from between its fangs, but it shook its head in dissatisfaction.

"You should at least be a little polite." Kabanha grumbled, and then it pushed the sword away, causing the angel to retreat.

It looked down at itself, and was slightly surprised to find that it was covered in bruises, and there were deep wounds all over its body.

The angel kept silent, but angrily slashed at him again with his sword. The demon stared intently at his shoulder, and raised his axe ahead of time to seal the path of the sword that might change with that blow.

So the angel moved his right foot and spun around again. His agility and strength in battle excited Kabanha once more, and the demon roared and lowered his left wing, shielding his face with it, and swooping his shoulders and rushing out.

It knocked the angel flying again at the cost of the mutilation of the left wing, and St. Giles fell to the ground with a momentary dilation of pupils.

The power of the devil is unreasonable, primitive and pure, savage to the point of its own. He can fight it, but many times, he also has to bear the pain of colliding with this power.

He struggled to his feet, but a dark shadow flashed in front of him, it was the great axe of the demon descending. The jagged noodles sliced through the air, slashing at the angel at a rapid pace.

The blood shines brightly, illuminating everything. The demon's roaring face, obsidian-like teeth, and a long tongue bitten by himself. St. Giles' frowning brows, blood-stained wings, and instinctively raised right hand.

The blade of the Dyed Red Blade collided with the giant axe, and the ground sank brutally for several meters, and the smoke and dust roared and rolled up, and the angel snorted, suffering intense pain from the blow, and a piercing pain came from his back.

The demon let go of his hand with a sinister grin, pressed the axe against the angel, and instead grabbed his throat with his claws, the force that began to suffocate the angel only a moment of contact.

"Resist me!"

Kabanha roared out the words. It doesn't sound like a mockery, but more like a urge.

The angel didn't let it down, gritting his teeth and stabbing out the red-dyed blade, the sword piercing Kabanha's jaw from the bottom up, to the tip of his skull.

Blood poured out of the wound along with a smoky gray sticky object, and Kabanha roared in rage, not only did not let go, but even began to increase his strength.

Yes! That's it! Kill him!

At this moment, it heard the roar of the blood god again. Here it is again, again this urging

The demon roared and forced itself to release its claws, and slowly took a few steps back. It raised its hand to grab the Blade of the Dye Red, pulled it out, and held it in its hand. The sword wasn't forged for a creature like it, and the way it held it was was comical.

The Blood God roared again in its ear, every syllable burning as if it were burning. He was commanding it to kill St. Giles—and this time, Kabanhar had rebelled against its god.

"Nope."

It muttered to itself, blood pouring out of its wound like a flood, but it still stood.

"I'll kill him, but not in this way, Blood God."

It lowered its head and looked at the healing wound on its chest. The Demon Realm is the result of the four gods, and every killing and death within it is passively recovering from its injuries and increasing its strength.

Kabanha can even glimpse the battlefield of the present moment and the war that will take place here in the near future through the divine grace it enjoys.

It's so sweet, a bloody battle that lasted for 10,000 years. If it had been the same simple bloodthirsty person it had been, it would have rushed straight into this war, sacrificing countless heads to the Blood God. But—

"—but you sent me to fight him, Blood God." Kabanha whispered and watched as the angel slowly rose from the blood.

"You have made me realize that the children of the cursed are not just inferior giant babies or imbeciles, but that there is a true warrior among them. I challenged him, and for the first time, I won. The second time, I lost, and now it's the third time."

"I'm going to fight him until it's over. I want this battle to be completely fair, without any support, without any help, without any intervention. I want you to pledge it, Blood God. ”

In return, you will see Kabanha beheaded by him, and the angels of Baal will go beyond his limits and step into a new realm. Or you will see me break his wings and offer his soul to your throne. ”

It smirked, and so did the blood god. Together, they watched as St. Giles lifted the axe from the blood-stained mud, his eyes red, and the blood and internal injuries that had caused him to look like him at the moment.

It's really fitting for the image you should have. Kabanha laughed maniacally.

It's good, it's good. He praises on His throne. You have briefly escaped the shackles I have put on you, Kabanha, and you have proved your courage with your disobedience, and your quest for a fair fight, has you?

Kabanha wordlessly raised the Blade of the Dye Red, feeling the endless bloody support of the gods slowly dissipate. It has become weaker, but it has also become stronger. It looked down at the Dyed Blade and saw that the sword was scorching its flesh, just as its axe was hurting the flesh of an angel.

Let's go to war! The god of war roared. In my name!

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

Kabanha roared and leaped to her feet, the Blade of the Red Dyed Blade stabbing the angel in the face with precision and dead. St. Giles roared back with the same force, the great axe had blackened his hands, but he still used it to block the demon's attack.

He spun around, his wings vibrating, leaping to his feet with enough force to shatter the ground, and throwing the great axe down. The demon responded to the invitation to fly with its broken wings, grabbing the edge of the axe with its backhand, uncaring that it nearly cut off half of its own palm and threw the red-dyed blade back.

The angel caught it, flew high again, and was carried straight down by the wind. The demon roared excitedly and collided head-on with him. The shock wave erupted again, the dirt splattered, and everything seemed so cruel.

The demon swung its axe, swept its tail, slammed its shoulder, slammed it - it hurt the angel with all its might, destroying his armor and body. And the angels are by no means stingy. Each attack of the Crimson Blade rips away a piece of the demon's flesh, allowing the flames of hell to bloom from the demon's eyes in the heat.

Both sides harbor terrifying rage, and both are determined to let the other fall here. The sky seemed to be inspired, and the shattered clouds were blown by the wind, obscuring their heads, and shedding a frenzied blood, creating a vast cage or dueling cage. Until one of them dies, the blood will never dissipate.

In the midst of the waves of chaos, the Blood God swore in His name to all who could hear His voice that the battle would be absolutely fair.

He moved the sword for it.

The axe and sword collided again, and steaming blood spilled from the angel's armor. This absolute masterpiece has been damaged in many places, even rusted. Supernatural aging has ravaged their once-intimate collaboration on top of gold and adamantite, and demonic power has added to the action.

But what about demons? Now that the angels have come to this point, will Kabanha take on the face of a victor? The answer is no, it's just as embarrassing.

Its axe-wielding claws were the focus of the Dyed Red Blade, and they were white bones, the burning tendons from hell still stubbornly remaining on the exposed muscles, beating with every movement of their master.

Kabanha's body seemed to have been tortured like Ling Chi, and the scars of flesh and bones made it wonder why it could still stand and attack the angels with such a furious attack.

They slashed and slashed each other, bleeding each other, and every collision was the most perfect manifestation of the four words of fighting skill. But that's just the beginning, as they'll eventually fight until they're too exhausted to stand or even hold a weapon.

Kabanha waited for the scene with absolute patience and tried with all his heart to kill the angel before it really came.

The power of the Most High was roaring in his body, and so were the angels, whose power also came from the Most High, but he still refused to accept this fact at this moment. But it doesn't matter, because they're all fighting against each other.

The demons no longer enjoy the resurrection power that the blood god has absorbed from the river of blood, nor does it have a constant stream of support from the living of its kind. Like angels, completely alone, without support, without the gaze and silent support from the heavens.

Only them were each other, only this muddy blood pit that sank deep, only this primordial savage battle itself.

How long has it been?

Kabanha laughed wildly and grabbed the angel's head, threw him to the ground, and raised his foot to trample on him. The angel dodged, flapped his wings, and when he turned around, he struck the demon down with his sword, stood on top of it, and began to slash and slash.

Blood was pouring and they looked at each other in a roar. The human's eyes widened with rage, his face contorted, and the blood stained him red to an inhuman form.

The demon's mouth was wide open, and his mutilated face was covered with a primordial hideousness that was born so badly, and that was only the appearance. It was calm and euphoric, waiting for that final moment

War, war, war. Keep fighting, getting up from the mud puddle again and again, roaring at each other again and again from the splatters of flesh.

The blade of the sword curled, the axe surface broke, the armor shattered, and the bones were destroyed. When all the conditions were met, the demon groggily realized that it had waited.

So, it let go of its right claw, which had only two claws left, and let the axe, which was about to shatter completely, fall to the ground.

It looked at St. Giles, and a smile bloomed on its face, for the angel was not much different from what it was at the moment.

The gorgeous gold armor had shattered to the point of being completely unprotected, the hand armor twisted, the leg armor shattered, and the breastplate melted.

Its lower body was scarred, and the emblems and medals of the warriors smelled of blood. The scarred wings were still bluffing, but they had long since lost the strength to flapp.

"Throw the sword away." Kabanha urges inarticulately. "It's useless."

The angel looked down at his sword and saw that it was.

The indestructible sword has been cut in many places, and the red gems set on it have long since disappeared. Its grip was splintered with splinters, and metal was silently sucking his blood, cutting through the flesh of his palm.

"You humans—" The demon gasped and began to limp around the field. The history you have is as short as your lifespan. But you are very good at learning and very good at passing on. ”

It raised its claws and pressed them to its chest, stabbing the mutilated claws into the flesh of its palms and immobilizing them. Then, it opened its mouth and began to sculpt its fist with its fine fangs, grinding the bones and biting off the flesh.

With sheer patience, Kabanha created a pair of crippled fists for himself, not savage minions. It lifted them, shrugged its shoulders, and raised its chin to the angel.

"Come on." It laughed and squirted blood. "Come on, the most primitive way. After the fist is the teeth, angel, come to fight to the death. ”

The angel silently opened his hand, and the Blade of the Dye Red did not reluctantly slip off, creating a new narrow wound in his palm. The angel raised his hands and slowly broke off his wings, and then he clenched his hands tightly.

They began to approach each other slowly, with the first punch being thrown by an angel. The demigods' strength remained dangerous even from extreme exhaustion and injury, and Kabanha's sharp teeth had been knocked out, and the pain brought anger and excitement.

It laughed and swung its left fist, not trying to defend at all. The angel struggled to dodge, but was still hit in the left rib, and several broken bones pierced through the surface of his body, trembling brutally in the air.

The angel spewed out a mouthful of blood, and Kabanha took it all, licking the blood of his sworn enemy, but he found no comfort.

"That's it, St. Giles, that's it!" It still roared. "That's it!"

The angel howled in anger and threw his fist back, and the final hook even broke one of the horns on top of the demon's head, forcing it to wobble and fall to the ground, but it was still talking.

"Rip off your beautiful garment"

It looked up in the blood and looked at the crumbling angel.

"Leave behind the world's gaze, responsibility, self-demand, and the fate of the so-called human race. You're a warrior, St. Giles, you were born that way. I can see the anger in your heart, I can smell your pent-up bloodthirsty desire to punch me! ”

It hammered the ground and slammed to its feet, screaming at St. Giles.

"Come and fight me!"

The angel gasped and looked at it, its white fangs already rolling out of its lips. He didn't need a mirror to know that his appearance at the moment was probably not much better than Kabanha's.

His pent-up bloodthirsty desire was fully activated in such a brutal battle, and a pure anger was welling up in his heart. As soon as he kills Kabanha, it will explode completely. St. Giles has rejected it countless times, so what about this one?

He looked up at the blood light around him, and he heard the cry of the blood god as well. He understood that if Kabanha did not die, he would not be able to leave this prison.

But he had to get out of here, there were countless loyalists who needed him, the empire needed him, his father. He is also needed.

In the prophecy, he collapsed at the god's side with his dying breath. He didn't know why, but he had to get to that future.

Kabanha slowly approached him.

Kill me, or be killed by me. From its eyes, St. Giles read the message.

St. Giles silently lowered his fists and lifted them up again. He restrained his anger, restrained his worries, restrained the boundless exhaustion of all the way forward, and raised his fist with only pure thought.

Something was boiling in his veins, like a burning venom that wasn't Kabanha's handiwork, nor the blood god's arm, but the erosion of the forces of chaos on him.

The angel laughed self-deprecatingly, but Karil Lohals's face flashed in front of him.

Just like you. He thought. We are all monsters in human skin, bound by ourselves.

"It's time to think, St. Giles."

Kabanha walked up to him and spoke, slowly settling down, his feet sinking into the dirt. Its burning eyes stared vacantly at the angel, and life force was flowing from the body, just like the angel itself.

It swung its fist, but the angel didn't dodge, and ate the punch that would have smashed the armored vehicle with its abdomen. The shockwave turned into visible torture on his body, bones shattering, flesh trembling, blood and internal organs gushing out of his throat.

The demon burst out laughing, but there was sadness in his laughter. It knew that it had won, but it also knew that from now on, it would not have such a good opponent, and it would not have such a good battle.

It is a genuine mourning for this.

St. Giles staggered back, his head constantly shaking as if confused by the scene in front of him. Kabanha prayed for him to fall, but also for him to stand tall and come back and punch it, knocking it to the ground.

Punch me one more time, prolong the fight for another second, St. Giles, I beg you.

The angel looked up with blood, and a little blue light emerged from the blood under his eyes.

He walked back in silence and struck back in Kabanha's ecstatic eyes. He's still powerful—it's a miracle, he's become like this, but he's still have the power to use.

The punch brutally hit Kabanha in the eye, shattering its eye socket, popping its eyeball out, and falling down again. The angel watched as it fell to the ground, struggling in the mud, but could not get back up.

He suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

It's just a show. He thought. All of this, the fall of Terra, the people who were tortured as sacrifices, and the battle.

What if I win this battle?

The mastermind behind the scenes doesn't care at all, he only laughs satisfactorily in the eternal war.

None of this makes sense, just a drama staged by the evil gods themselves to please themselves. There's no point, there's no point in everything, why don't I just die? To repay this cruel world?

The thought was so appealing that he was tired and he wanted to end it all like that. However, at this moment, a wave of anger returned.

He had already reined in it, but it came back. It was so violent, yet cold as ice, freezing every drop of his blood, and making it impossible for the poison that came from nothingness to damage his mind anymore.

Those empty thoughts quickly dissipated and became a passing cloud. St. Giles felt ashamed, not understanding why he had risen to such a thought—but he soon sensed something was wrong.

Silent, he touched his heart, which was still beating, and suddenly laughed.

"Coward." He said, looking at the sky. "You swear that this fight will be absolutely fair, and the result? You have broken your oath, and I spit on you. ”

Above the brass throne, the blood god roared, he had probably never been so angry, and even the joy of witnessing such a battle could not reverse that anger

The blood light that enveloped him shattered instantly, and Kabanha stopped struggling and looked up at the shattered clouds. The hard-won calm lasted less than a few seconds, and it soon roared madly.

"I curse you, Lord of Change, I curse you, shameless false god!"

A thunderclap fell from the sky, as if to punish him for his disrespect. But another piece of blood red drifted in, and the thunder was instantly dispersed. In the blood light, Kabanha's form began to dissipate. It melted, flesh and bones shattered.

It was called back by the Blood God, and even all the Blood God armies on the entire battlefield. These bloodthirsty demons in brass armor will go to another war, and they will attack the kingdom of another god on a scale never before before.

St. Giles exhaled slowly.

A child's play end. He thought calmly. The so-called gods. It's ridiculous.

But he won.

The angel looked up at the sky and began to regain his strength. A few minutes later, he barely flew up with his sword, only to see another golden light creeping in from the other side of the battlefield. It's not like a weapon or something like that, in the perception of an angel, it's more like

Tinder?

There is one more chapter.

(End of chapter)