In the central square of the gem castle-like quartz gate, a pillar of fire rose, illuminating the night while burning the atmosphere, releasing high temperature.
So Rozen stood in front of the pillar of fire that rose because of the explosion. His black coat fluttered rapidly, but his body stood firmly there, bathed in the explosive wind and flames, his expression unchanged.
In the entire square, apart from Rozen, the only thing that could remain indifferent in the explosive wind were the twelve coffins arranged in a fan shape. The girls lying in them were still sleeping, letting the explosive wind blow.
This situation lasted for an unknown period of time before it finally calmed down.
The pillar of fire slowly descended and disappeared.
The explosive wind gradually subsided and dissipated.
When everything calmed down, in the square, the huge and unparalleled magical power had disappeared, and even the person who obtained this power by means of a villain almost disappeared.
Under that grand explosion, what was left in place was no longer Zaharias's pretentious merchant posture, but a broken body, not only his hands and feet, but even most of his body had disappeared.
"Gurgle … Ah …"
The arms dealer named Zaharias was lying on the ground with his broken body, howling in pain that even his throat could not be restored.
He integrated many Hun Ghoul tribes, made a fortune by selling weapons, and finally defeated Karjana, seized the territory of the Battle King's territory, became the speaker of Nilepsy's temporary autonomous government, and with the help of Yabba Yabba, he wreaked havoc everywhere, defeated the Ordiaru Principality and the Caucasus Lord, almost promoting the awakening of the fourth True Ancestor, the arrogant arms dealer, Bartasaru Zaharias.
This was the end of his road.
"How … how … how … how …"
Zaharias wriggled in pain while squeezing out a low moan.
"I … I've got nine base bodies … Even the people of the three Kingdoms of Darkness couldn't do that … I've also gained control over so many True Ancestor's beasts … I've gained immortality and great power … Why … Why …"
Zaharias kept shouting.
Indeed, as an arms dealer, he had become the lord of a territory and defeated the nobles and royal families of the Battle King's domain and the Annihilation Dynasty. In the end, he had collected nine base bodies and promoted the awakening of the Fourth True Ancestor. In terms of accomplishments, it was undoubtedly a glorious achievement.
In this Flaming Feast, that person had the lowest status and identity. Even Rozen was more famous than him. At least, he had the title of God's Son and Witch's Younger Brother. Everyone in the circle knew about him.
Zaharias, on the other hand, had only relied on his identity and ability as an arms dealer to climb all the way here. This was truly rare.
Unfortunately …
"Those who are unjust will bring about their own destruction. You have completely interpreted this saying."
Rozen looked pitifully at Zaharias, who was lying on the scorched ground while holding his broken body.
"Since you're ready to start a war, you should be prepared to be affected by it. As a merchant who sells weapons and tries to make a fortune through war, this is what you deserve."
So Rozen raised his hand without any hesitation and extended it in Zaharias' direction.
Zaharias immediately trembled in fear.
It was only at this moment that Zaharias felt death.
Although Zaharias was already a Blood Follower of an immortal vampire, and even though he had suffered such serious injuries, he still hadn't died. With some time, he would recover from such serious injuries, but this didn't mean that he wouldn't die.
Generally speaking, as long as the heart or brain of the Blood Follower was shattered, even a vampire would die.
However, as a vampire's rank was higher and closer to the True Ancestor, the curse of immortality would be stronger. If it was the True Ancestor, even if his heart was pierced and his brain was shattered, he wouldn't die, right?
Unless his heart was pierced by a weapon like the Holy Spear, which was said to be able to kill even the True Ancestor.
Otherwise, no matter how serious the injury, the True Ancestor would be able to recover after a certain amount of time.
As the Fourth True Ancestor's Blood Follower, Zaharias also had an immortal body.
However, if his entire body was destroyed, even Zaharias would die without a doubt.
No matter what, it was the ribs in his body that gave Zaharias his abilities. Once his entire body was destroyed, his ribs would disappear, and Zaharias naturally wouldn't be able to regenerate.
Rozen knew this, so he was prepared to kill him.
The evidence was in Rozen's outstretched hand, where a turbulent magic was gathering.
"Wait … Wait …!"
Zaharias could only act like he had a final burst of energy. He ignored his body that was still recovering and shouted in Rozen's direction.
"You can't kill me …! I … I have important information in my hands …! You'll regret it if you kill me …! "
These words became the last words of Zaharias's life.
"Bang —!"
The magic bullet formed by extraordinary magic cut through space and hit Zaharias's body. At the same time, there was an explosion, and Zaharias didn't even have time to scream before he was annihilated by the magic bullet. His entire body was blown apart and disappeared in the surging magic.
Only then did Rozen lower his raised hand.
"In this banquet, the only person who can't be forgiven is you, Zaharias."
Rozen sighed silently and murmured softly.
"Not to mention, I've already guessed most of your so-called information."
As he spoke, not only did Rozen not let his guard down because of the end of the battle, but he also turned around and looked at the entrance of the Central Square as if he was preparing for the real start of a fierce battle.
"Don't you think so?"
So Rozen asked calmly.
In the direction he was pointing at, a petite figure walked over slowly.
"Thud … Thud … Thud …"
The footsteps were light but clear on the ground.
"Phew …"
A breeze blew past and lifted the black hair that was usually tied up in a ponytail was now completely hanging down on her shoulders.
The petite girl charged into the battlefield unhurriedly.
Looking at this girl, Rozen narrowed his eyes.
"How should I call you?" Rozen said expressionlessly, "I probably can't continue to call you Yusha, right?"
The person who had charged into the battlefield was Yusha.
He saw that Yusha was wearing cute pajamas, and her hair was also loose. She looked a little lazy and had a cheerful and lively charm that was different from her usual self.
However, there was no emotion in this Yusha's eyes, and there was only an intimidating evil aura left on her face.
"I see."
The girl who used to be called Yusha smiled with a proud tone.
"You already knew everything? Detestable Son of God! "
That tone could not possibly belong to Yusha at all.
At this moment, a shocking magic was suppressed on Yusha's body, waiting for the moment to erupt.
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