The clouds were still thick, reflecting the road of the ruined harbor below. Broken sailboat oars, completely overturned masonry pavement, lay silently together in the rain.

The tumbling waters gradually subsided.

【Blade of Death】

[An interesting weapon that once belonged to the original hunter, Gelman.] Its blade is made of meteorite iron and is rumored to have fallen from heaven. 】

[Gelman presumably sees the hunt as an elegy for farewell, hoping only that his prey will fall into an eternal sleep and never wake up again to start another tragic nightmare.] 】

Flashes of silver light took over the streets, and with them deep scars spread across the pavement, spreading down from the shattered bricks to the gravel floor!

Lanerus, who was not completely descended by the gods, was powerless to fight back, and even the long roar with the aura of the evil god could not cause any damage.

As the blade swung, Lanrius wailed, a terrible cry mixed with the unwilling angry roar of the true Creator.

Then slowly stop.

Soon, on such a miserable road, only three figures could be seen.

East of the street, silver armor breathing faintly on the ground. and in the center of the west side of the street, two figures standing facing each other.

No, the description "two" is not quite accurate.

Droplets of water flowed down the bridge of Yager's tall nose and then condensed into a mass at his jaw, dripping down from the air.

Then it shuddered and landed on top of a mass of minced meat.

The worn-out leather boots that Yager had chosen had been completely scrapped, sinking deep into the quivering flesh of the ground. Most of the scarlet parts were lifeless, except for one or two pieces with the aura of the evil god still beating dying.

This lump of meat once had a wanted warrant called Ranus the Fraudster.

"Bell—"

The silver sword light with a sharp sound of breaking the air pierced through a trembling intestine and slammed into the ground!

As if wailing, the end of the intestines tightened up into the sky for a moment, and finally fell completely and weakly, turning back into mere corpse fragments.

Where did this piece come from the right leg of the statue of the real Creator?

Yager thought casually as he proceeded with the great cause of crushing.

In just three minutes, the vessel of the true creator, the sinister and cunning Lanerus, has become a revenant under the scythe, completely losing the possibility of being descended by the gods.

In fact, it probably only took him thirty seconds to lose this.

The remaining two points are Yager's diligent dismemberment to ensure that the resilience shown by the true Creator does not allow Lanrius to regenerate his severed limbs.

Unless three thousand Ling Chi earthworms could be turned into three thousand new earthworms, Lan Erus should indeed be dead.

By the way, in order to ask for the news of the mastermind behind the scenes, he specially kept a head.

Well? What about the head?

The black-haired young man who was plowing the field was stunned for a moment, and happened to find that Laneus's head was flowing down from the edge of his vision, down the rain from the stinking ditch.

Because of the residual influence of the true Creator, his brain is not completely dead.

The distorted face was shocked, numb, and unwilling, bouncing on the stone and rolling into the distance.

Yager straightened up, his leather boots darting twice on the crimson carpet of flesh, slowly approaching in that direction.

There is nothing left but the head.

So no matter how much you run, you can't run anywhere.

His dark eyes watched silently as Lanerus struggled to die.

The head covered with red blood, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, stared at the slow-moving young man from afar, as if expecting the other party to let him go.

"Boom!"

With all its might, the tip of the silver spear viciously pierced the remnants of Lan'erys's head, and even the red and white brains were evaporated in the silver rays!

Leonard Mitchell, dressed 1-42, didn't know when he climbed to the west side of the street.

Arriving from the other end, the trail he dragged left a long trail of blood on the ground.

The silver armor helmet fell from his delicate cheeks, revealing his own smile with pleasure and sadness: "Hehe. Hahahaha! ”

Leonard laughed loudly in the quiet harbor.

He looked at the skeletal head of Lanerus and finally confirmed that that hateful, eternally mocking damn expression would never appear in this world again!

The water in his green eyes trembled for a moment, and then he couldn't hide it in his sockets.

Two tears slid down his cheeks.

"Captain. Klein. I have avenged you."

Faint sobs echoed through the ruins of the Creator's descent.

Anyway, one way or another, the war in the port is over.

Dozens of seconds later, the old voice of Parles Zoroasd stopped Leonard's remaining emotions.

"Mitchell, it's okay."

These two sentences finally pulled Leonard out of his past memories and back to reality.

Pain, dizziness, and the aftermath of wearing Seals 1-42 from near-limit time all came over after they were completely relaxed, causing Leonard's expression to distort immediately.

"Hiss"

I didn't feel this pain just now.

He gasped and struggled to unload his armarmor.

Then, in hindsight, he finally found the black-haired young man who walked in front of him.

The other party's indifferent expression was slightly puzzled. After fading away from his previous arrogance, he looks like a student coming and going at the gate of the National Central University of Rune.

But Leonard did not lose his memory.

He had only torn apart a vessel that had been affected by the Divine Descent more than a dozen seconds earlier.

Or more likely to call it.

He.

"What should I say?" Leonard looked up against the rain and whispered a question.

Pales' hoarse voice sounded in his heart.

"Say 'we surrender.'"

Relying on the power of the brass key, Crane cautiously navigated the streets of the East End, falling far behind Mr. A and Ms. Despair as they hurried in the direction of the port.

His mind raced to the ground, trying to figure out a way to prevent the two from succeeding in their so-called "plan".

Notify the church? Call the police?

It doesn't seem to be very necessary. Judging from the extremely dynamic situation in the Eastern District, these forces should have known about the accident here.

There was a brief lull in the sky.

"No, no. Lord, I have failed you! Mr. A suddenly burst into a loud cry and wailed sharply in the direction of the port.

Because of the amplitude of his movements, his blonde hair slipped out of the hood of camouflage.

The desperate lady next to her didn't need to see her face to feel her gloomy expression and stop after her.

The two of them stopped abruptly as they rushed there.

It's no longer necessary.

Even Klein can pick up such a signal.

After a brief outburst, the strong sense of oppression came to an abrupt end as it appeared.

Only the remnants of the breath of the past floated in the air.

Apparently, the Aurora Society's plans have once again gone bankrupt.

Crane in the shadows exhaled with relief, greatly gratifying.

Very good, keep it up like that. He sincerely wished that the Aurora would never succeed.

It's best not to even try.

But the reality of the situation made him relax halfway, and he stiffened in the air.

With a crying voice, Mr. A knelt directly on the ground and raised his hands high: "The plan for the Lord's coming has failed, and it's all my fault!" I'll have to make it up to myself."

"Oh! Lord, please give me another chance! I sincerely pray for your coming! ”

"Let our actions bring glory to you on this land!"

Hearing this, Crane in the distance silently stiffened.

A few seconds later, he took four backwards steps on the ground, entered a state of gray fog, and made an urgent and frantic call to the number of a certain crimson star.

Are you there? Are there any extraordinary items for rent? Can you rush over and save the day?

Online, etc., urgent !!

(End of chapter)