Eight hundred and twentieth chapters can not end the death fight
What is killing? Probably, it is an action aimed at stopping the life of an opponent.
And the group in front of me is probably the purest killing weapon in this world.
There was a kind smile on his fairly good face, but there was no smile at all in his eyes. He clearly didn't have any killing intent, but he was still acting like a murderer.
"Really, who did you learn from this pervert who kills with a smile?"
[...Can you be a little more conscious? They are all copies of someone else. The more dangerous the person is, the happier they will laugh. 】
"….Cavans."
【…….Just pretend…….】
Perhaps, knowing that there were not many opportunities left, chatting with the goddess who was stupid enough to mess everything up, she unexpectedly made people cherish her.
The battlefield? It went very smoothly, so smoothly that you didn’t need to pay more attention to it.
At this time, Cavins is like a hunted giant beast. Even though he is still arrogant and angry, and still powerful, his body is already filled with ice spears and ice swords. Just the amount of blood released is enough for the creature to end.
.
This group of smiling Rolands had no mercy, no anger, and even lacked hostility, but every attack was so dangerous.
Transforming one's body into a dragon, the secret of killing, exchanging injuries for injuries, even if it costs one's life, as long as it leaves a scar that cannot be healed, it is a good deal.
Even I, as the creator, cannot imagine that when "I" risk my life, I can be so dangerous.
Cavins, who was in a desperate situation, was very strong, so strong that it made people despair. I was surprised to find that his individual strength was still slightly above Sophocle's.
But in front of 1342 Roland, even in front of Roland with less than half the strength, Cavins' strength is still meaningless.
Just like the sword master in the samurai era, when faced with a torrent of steel behemoths, what he encountered was not an opponent who could confront him head-on, but a crushing force level gap.
What is even more unfair to Cavins is that once he attacks "Roland", the damage caused by the rebound will be equally fatal, while "Roland" will die without hesitation.
When the gap in individual strength is not widened, and when Cavins' hands and feet are tied, the winner will naturally be the one with more people.
"Aw, Roland! How dare you..."
"I don't dare."
I can even guess what this single cell is shouting at me. It's nothing more than nonsense like "fight me head-on". Does verbal provocation still mean anything to me... Moreover, I am afraid that I am the only one left now.
It takes a lot of effort to see, maybe, even this "seeing" is very difficult.
The vision has been blurred, and only the perception of life force can understand everything happening in front of me. It seems that with the collapse of the soul and body, the hearing has lost the meaning of existence.
"Get away!"
It seemed that Cavins had burst out, and his breath suddenly increased a lot.
The whole world is on fire, and the realm of chaos is trying to destroy space. As long as I escape from here, I really don't have the strength to stage another one.
But before he could tear open the blockade, the "Rolands" arranged a barrier of ice and snow to re-stabilize the loophole.
Although I can no longer see clearly, I can feel that Cavins has been gradually weakened, weakened, and weakened again. His vitality, like a crumbling flame, may be extinguished at any time.
"Haha, it's really miserable."
The stupid goddess sent me a scene. My lawless brother is now stabbed in the air by the forest of ice and snow, and those "Rolands" are completing the final harvest.
Screams rang in the ears, the demon's blood continued to drip into the snow, and the demon prince's soul fire was crumbling, but it could not be extinguished.
"Why do you have to fight with your life in the end every time?"
Past memories appear in my mind like a movie. How many times has this revolving door of pre-death memories happened? Couldn't my opponent be a little weaker?
* has lost consciousness, and Cavins's screams still continue. I'm afraid if this continues, I will fall before him. Fortunately...
Above the perceptible head, the phantom of the Sleepless Man appeared again. When the gavel fell, the last judgment came.
"Finally, it's over..."
When the silver flash filled my field of vision, I smiled. This time, I smiled from the bottom of my heart with satisfaction.
Then, there was a familiar darkness...
"...This time, I can have a good sleep."
"Sleep? End? What sweet dream are you dreaming about!"
The familiar roar sounded in my ears. Could it be that Cavins had broken through my cage?
I woke up with a start, only to find that I was no longer in the deepest part of the abyss pool.
It was an endless river, and in the familiar gray-black water, countless souls were floating and sinking, and the angry guy in front of me seemed familiar.
"...Cavans?"
I was surprised because what was in front of me was the same fragile soul.
"ha."
I finally understood the situation at this time. It seemed that no matter who died first, at least now, we have all died, then everything is over.
I laughed, at least there was still the possibility of reincarnation, which was much better than the worst-case scenario expected.
"It's over? Stop thinking about it? Just lie here, suck your fingers and watch how I open the door."
Cavins' words were a bit absurd. What else could he do if he was like this? But the next moment, I understood.
The pupils of his soul have lost their emotional color, and are no different from the selfless dead souls around him. In this case, where can his consciousness go?
"...Consciousness has been transferred? Are there any descendants of blood?"
Cavins' previous threat came to mind, "the descendant of the bloodline we all know", damn it!
