Chapter 826
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What was slaughter? It was probably an operation with the goal of ending the opponent's life.
The ones in front of me are probably the purest killing machines in the world.
He had a kind smile on his good-looking face, but there wasn't the slightest hint of a smile in his eyes. He clearly didn't have any killing intent, but he was still killing.
"Seriously, who did he learn this kind of pervert who kills while smiling?"
[… Can't you guys be a little more self-aware? Whose clones are they? Who's the one who laughs the more dangerous the situation is?]
"… Cavendish."
[… Keep pretending …]
Perhaps he knew that he didn't have many chances left, so he chatted casually with the Goddess who foolishly messed everything up. It was surprisingly a precious moment.
Battlefield? It was very smooth, so smooth that there was no need to pay too much attention to it.
The current Cavendish was like a giant beast that was being hunted. Even though he was still arrogant, angry, and had a threatening aura, his body was now covered in ice spears and swords. Just the amount of blood he lost would be enough for him to die.
This group of smiling Roland didn't have any pity or anger. In fact, they didn't even have any hostility. However, every attack they made was extremely dangerous.
Turning into a dragon, using the Profound Killing Move, exchanging wound for wound. Even if he had to pay with his life, it would be worth it as long as there was a scar that could not heal.
Even as the creator, I couldn't imagine how dangerous it would be when "I" risked my life.
The desperate Cavendish was incredibly strong, to the point of despair. I discovered to my astonishment that Cavendish's individual power level was even slightly above Sophocles'.
However, in front of 1,342 Rolands, even if Rolands only had less than half of their strength, Cavendish's strength was still meaningless.
Just like the Sword Saints of the Samurai Era, when faced with a torrent of steel beasts, what they encountered was not an opponent that they could face head-on, but a crushing difference in power level.
What was even more unfair to Cavendish was that once he attacked "Roland", the reflected damage would be fatal, while "Roland" would die without hesitation.
When the difference in individual strength wasn't pulled apart, when Cavendish's hands and feet were tied up, the side with more people naturally won.
"Ow! Roland! You dare … "
"I don't dare."
I could even guess what this single-celled creature was shouting at me. It would be nothing more than some nonsense like "fight me head-on". Would verbal taunts even mean anything to me …? Not only that, right now, I probably only had the strength to watch. Perhaps even "watch" would be difficult for me.
My vision was now hazy. I could only sense of my life to understand what was happening. It was as if my physical body and soul were collapsing. My sense of hearing had lost as well.
"Roland Roland!"
It seemed like Karwenz had gone berserk. His aura suddenly rose by quite a bit.
The entire world had been set ablaze, and the domain of Chaos was attempting to destroy space itself. As long as I could escape from this place, I wouldn't have the strength to set up another one.
"Roland" of Roland of "Roland" was to of Roland of of me. Roland Roland Roof of of.
Although I could no longer see clearly, I could sense that Karwenz was gradually weakening, weakening, and weakening. His life force was like a flickering flame that could be extinguished at any moment.
"Heh heh, how pitiful."
The foolish Goddess sent me a scene. My arrogant younger brother was currently being pierced by a forest of ice spears. The "Roland of." Roland was finishing their final harvest.
Roland's screams echoed in my ears. The Demon God's blood kept dripping onto the snow. The Demon Prince's soulfire was on the verge of being extinguished.
"Why do I have to risk my life every time?"
My past memories flashed in my mind like a movie. How many times had I experienced these flashbacks already? Couldn't my opponent be slightly weaker?
My physical body had already lost its consciousness. Cavendish's screams continued. If this continued, I would probably die before him. Fortunately …
I could sense that Wumianzhe's shadow appeared above my head. When Wumianzhe's gavel landed, the final trial had arrived.
"It's finally over …"
When silver flashes filled my vision, I smiled. This time, I smiled in satisfaction from the bottom of my heart.
Then, all I saw was a familiar pitch-black darkness …
"… This time, I can have a good sleep."
…
"Sleep? It's over? What kind of sweet dream are you having!? "
A familiar angry roar echoed in my ears. Could it be that Cavendish had already broken out of my prison?
I suddenly woke up, only to discover that I was no longer in the deepest part of the Chaos Abyss.
I was in a boundless river. Countless souls were floating in that familiar grayish-black river water. The furious Roland in front of me seemed rather familiar.
"… Cavendish?"
I was quite astonished, because the soul in front of me was also quite weak.
"Ha."
I finally understood the current situation. It would seem that no matter who died first, we were all dead now. In that case, everything would be over.
I smiled. At the very least, it was possible for me to reincarnate. This was far better than the worst-case scenario that I had expected.
"Over? Don't even think about it. Just lie here and suck on your fingers as you watch me open the door to the Chaos Abyss. "
Cavendish's words sounded rather ridiculous. What else could he possibly do in such a state? But the next instant, I understood.
His soul eyes had lost all emotion. He was no different from the undead around him who had no sense of self. Where could his consciousness go in such a situation?
"… His consciousness has been transferred? He even has a bloodline descendant? "
I recalled Cavendish's previous threat. "A bloodline descendant that we all know about." Damn it!
"Renée!?"
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