I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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"First it was Kromkure's Blood Ring, and now it's Beze's Blood Ring. It seems you've defeated quite a few guys. What will you come up with next to defeat me?"

Upon seeing Rogean, who appeared unharmed, Siel's pupils narrowed to a single point. But after a moment, realizing that Rogean was not as unharmed as she seemed, the black key in Siel's hand lit up with a white light.

"To defeat you, the black keys in my hand are enough."

Exorcism incantations covered her palms, and each black key she threw flew towards Rogean with the flames that incinerated the Dead Apostles. Under this dense rain of keys, Rogean appeared in front of Hiel in the blink of an eye.

Clang——! !

Sparks flew and the keyboard trembled. Rosie's meticulously manicured nails made a crisp sound like steel clashing when they hit the church's secret black keys. Her hand was stuck in mid-air, unable to move forward an inch. Looking at the face in front of her, Rosie, who had been forced back by the monstrous force, raised a mocking smile.

"This face...it's you, little French girl. Is this immortality related to that snake?"

Rosie noticed the fleeting glint in Hier's eyes and realized she had guessed correctly. With a wicked smile, Rosie let out a loud laugh that paid homage to Mr. Kim.

"It really is you. I never expected that you, who were supposed to be dead, would not only have survived but also joined the church. Interesting, very interesting. Doesn't this city look like your hometown now? What are your thoughts on seeing this ceremony again? So, can you tell me?"

Amidst a surge of wicked amusement, Rogie, realizing that Hiel was easy to deal with, adopted the most direct strategy of winning hearts and minds. The red moon in the sky began to twinkle, and under the interference of the Rose Eye, the street scene of Misaki City gradually transformed into that small town in France.

The same blood moon, the same streets, the stench of blood in the air undoubtedly told Hiel that she had returned to the nightmare she could never forget. Rojaan's figure had long since disappeared, and as those familiar figures appeared on the street, the black key in Hiel's hand clattered to the ground.

The scenes from his memory were replaying themselves. With a clear consciousness, he witnessed Roya's abuse, from the church to the bell tower, from the old to the children. Those faces that had been almost forgotten had now become the last straw that broke through Hier's defenses.

His consciousness sank into despair, regret gnawed at his heart, and the pain buried deep in his memory was ruthlessly exposed in Rojaan's illusion. His active will was imprisoned in a puppet-like body. When he came to that church, which was a gathering place of sin, once again, Hier's spirit fell into silence under the violent impact.

However, this was not the end. The puppet-like body continued to repeat its old trajectory, over and over again, until the imprisoned figure broke free of its restraints, and only then did the body, which had imprisoned consciousness, achieve physical death.

The illusion vanished, and Hiel's body collapsed to the ground. At that moment, Rogean, who had uncovered everything, opened her eyes.

"What a pity. I thought we could play a little longer. Is this all there is to it?"

The body before her was still breathing, but the spirit buried deep within it was as still as a stagnant pool. A short knife decorated with roses popped out from her sleeve, and Rosie's knife stabbed straight at the fallen Hierle.

With a tearing sound, the world before her eyes began to spin uncontrollably, and splattered blood stained her white clothes. The next second, Luo Jiean saw a headless body crash to the ground, and the short knife engraved with roses looked particularly familiar.

"Ah, is that so? You actually fooled me, hahaha, looks like you're no different from those lunatics in the church... Interesting, very interesting..."

Even with her body severed from its head, Rojaan continued to laugh maniacally. She flicked away the blood-soaked black keys and stood up, coldly taking out the Seventh Holy Scripture.

"I survived for those who did not."

"What a load of nonsense about saving those who didn't survive! Are you still spouting those empty official platitudes? That's really in line with your style."

The Seventh Holy Scripture, transformed into magical armor, flashed and became a giant crossbow. Looking into those magical eyes that shone with a rose-like luster, the soul-shattering crossbow bolt was pressed onto the string as Hiel pulled it.

“I have never denied the blood on my hands, nor have I ever stopped repenting for the mistakes I have made. But I know that you are not the one I need to repent for. What I need to do is always send you guys to repent!”

With a click, the crossbow bolt was pulled, and the soul-piercing bolt instantly pierced Rogean's head. The exorcising fire then engulfed Rogean's maniacal laughter. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, as Rogean's body decayed into mud, not a trace of blood was left on the crossbow bolt that pierced the rock.

Thanks to Torogean, the long-buried pain was revealed, and Shier's hatred for Roya rose to a new level. Following the memories of Roya that remained in this body, Shier loaded his crossbow and destroyed the ritual engraved on his feet with a single shot.

As one corner of the ceremony collapsed, the crimson hue that enveloped the city dimmed, temporarily suppressing the conviction to execute Roya. To prevent the city from repeating the tragedy of France, Hierre, having drawn his crossbow, began to destroy the ritual that had buried the city, following the traces of the ceremony.

Chapter 270 Internal Strife

Just as Hier was running around trying to dismantle the ritual, before the throne that Roya had meticulously carved, Stuart's body was sent flying backward with a single, powerful pounce from a primate assassin.

Immediately afterward, the flames of sin that fell from the sky dissipated, and the blades that crossed the curtain of fire left streaks of blood on the primate assassin's body. Even so, Stuart, who was unable to dodge in time, still lost his forearm. His immortality, which had escaped the passage of time, was suppressed, and not even a trace of blood was left. Stuart's forearm was as if it had never existed and could not be restored.

"Tch, you dodged it? But it's okay, next time it'll be your head."

Weighing the short knife in his hand, Roya, his eyes gleaming with iridescent light, sized up the man and beast before him as if they were lambs to the slaughter. Faced with Roya's gaze, the primate assassin, a creation of the planet, instantly tensed up.

"Those eyes... it seems you've chosen a good body this time. However, your abilities only work when there's physical contact!"

Faced with Stuart's analysis, Roya, whose ego was inflated to an unprecedented level, laughed and held the dagger in a reverse grip in front of him.

"So what if you've spotted me? Can you keep up with my speed?"

A cracking sound underfoot alerted Stulbitt, who, wary of Roya's potential attack, instinctively took a step back. The next second, the solid concrete crumbled, and several black arms wielding daggers pierced through the loosened space and thrust towards Stulbitt's throat.

The cold glint was fleeting, and the shadow of death instantly crept over the physiologically dead body. To be hit meant certain death—this was the intuition Stuart had developed from a thousand years of navigating the battlefield.

With a click, the close-fitting armor flashed with cold light and turned to ashes. Using his instincts to avoid Roya's sneak attack, Stuart swept his magic sword across and shredded the arm made of various kinds of flesh and blood in front of him into a pulp.

Using words and actions to attract attention, and then launching a sneak attack with the flesh and blood buried beneath his feet, even with eyes that could see directly to death, Roya's scum nature had not disappeared. The first wave of sneak attacks failed, and what followed was an even greater riot. The ground within a hundred meters rose irregularly, and dense bone spikes mixed with writhing flesh and blood filled the space with devastating force.

Thrown into the air by the primate killer, and looking at the oncoming carnage beneath him, Stuart, wielding his sword in one hand, unleashed a furious slash that severed the battlefield.

Like a water-filled balloon being punctured, the mass of flesh made from low-level ghouls exploded into countless pieces of meat. The stench of burning flesh filled the battlefield instantly. Amidst the dense thuds, Roya, wielding a dagger, suddenly appeared above Stuart.

"I've got you! I'll make your flesh and blood a sacrifice!"

With a confident smile, Roya's dagger sliced ​​through the air, the gunfire reaching Stuart's throat.

Puff——!!

With the sound of the dagger churning flesh, Roya's dagger stopped at the severed arm. Then, before the smile could fade, Stuart raised his demon sword and severed Roya's right hand holding the dagger in mid-air. The demon sword flew out of his hand and his right fist shot forward, and Roya's heart was crushed by the hand that pierced through his body.

As Stuart swung his body, it flew uncontrollably into the air. A flash of white light appeared, and the primate killer tore Roya to pieces in a flurry of movements. Just as Roya was manipulating the flesh and blood on the ground to block the primate killer's attack, a cold light fell, and Roya's face, which had been frozen in a smile, was split in two.

The chunks of flesh, ignited by the karmic fire, fell to the ground with a series of crackling sounds. The spreading flesh and blood stopped trembling at this moment. As the primate killer shook his head, Stuart unhesitatingly unleashed karmic fire at the pile of minced meat.

"Hahaha! You fools! This is exactly what I wanted!"

A maniacal laugh, like scum, rose from above. Scattered pieces of flesh on the battlefield ignited with eerie green flames. As the cracked ground trembled endlessly, surging blood, like a burst dam, destroyed all obstacles. A crimson pillar of light pierced the sky, and the circuits on the ground gradually solidified as they were filled with blood. The ritual to poison the world had reached its final step. When the blood covered the city, all the living beings in the city would become sacrifices.

The destroyed node glowed blue. Having witnessed all of this, Hiel read the progress of the ritual beneath his feet. At this moment, the physical barrier had lost its effect. If Roya did not die, this city would surely repeat the tragedy of years ago. Stopping the meaningless destruction, Hiel, who was covered by the Seventh Holy Scripture, quickly moved towards the area where the pillar of light was located.

"Have you had enough fun? If so, let's get started right away!"

Nero Chaos, his face as cold as ice, interrupted Roya's incessant laughter. His tolerance for Roya had reached its limit, and the beast within him let out a low growl. His bloodshot eyes clearly showed Chaos's state of mind at this moment.

"You're teaching me how to do things!"

Interrupted time and again in his so-called art, Roya's satisfaction was quickly replaced by anger. His rainbow-colored demonic eyes were fixed on Chaos; success was within reach. Facing the now worthless Chaos, Roya unleashed his malice upon his former colleague. A beast burst forth from his body; Nero Chaos, unable to tolerate it any longer, directly stated his stance to Roya.

"Hahaha, who do you think you are to dare lay a hand on me? In that case, you'll become my sacrifice!"

The dagger sliced ​​through the dead line that filled the field of vision. The beasts that Chaos released turned to ashes before they could even let out a wail. The shredded flesh from the ruins gathered into an arm and slammed down, the bone spikes that shot out pinned all the beast shadows that covered the air to the ground.

"Since you're unwilling to cooperate, then I'll crush your bones and throw you up there, Michael!"

A beastly aura filled the space, and a realm that seemed to resemble a dystopian world appeared amidst a dense chorus of beastly roars. Noticing that the death lines on Chaos's body were disappearing, Roya's smile faded considerably. He gripped his dagger in reverse, analyzing Chaos's death, and with his body tense, Roya moved toward the throne filled with red light.

"It's a pity that you stopped there. I really can't protect reptiles. Even if I get those eyes, it can't cover up your stench as scum."

"It's you! Die!"

Having found an outlet for his rage, Roya, who had chosen to compromise due to Chaos's power, immediately pointed his dagger at Kenneth. His arm, formed from shredded flesh, swept across the sky, and bone spikes squeezed out of the flesh filled the air like raindrops. With the appearance of Kenneth, the beast within Nero Chaos was instantly gripped by fear. The ambiguous domain reversed its direction, and Chaos, suppressing his dissatisfaction, then turned his spear against Kenneth.

"This aura is dystopian. You did steal my things, so give them back!"

With a hum, the gray-white space expanded, and under Chaos's instinctive trembling, the dystopian world swiftly replaced the seemingly similar neighboring realm. The power emanating from the superior instantly made Nero Chaos's beast grovel in place.

Chapter 271 Backstab

Mystery loses its effectiveness in the face of higher mysteries, and the authority held by Nero Chaos is also covered within the domain released by Kenneth. Over tens of thousands of years of evolution, humanity has abandoned its bestial nature and also diminished its perception of crisis. However, as a collection of the consciousness of the beast horde, Nero Chaos glimpsed the truth hidden beneath Kenneth's human skin.

Approaching the city from the surging waves that rose without wind, emerging from the bottomless abyss, embracing and merging within the golden vortex, the dragon, with horns like lambs and bodies like red dragons, devoured the city. And now, the red dragon, lying prostrate on the seven hills, stared with its snake-like vertical pupils at the stiff-bodied Chaos.

The dead body had long lost the physical characteristics of the living, but Nero Chaos's body trembled uncontrollably. It was not a mental surrender, but rather all the individuals that made up this body instinctively fearing the phantom projected in their eyes. Holding the dagger, they retreated towards the throne. Sensing something was wrong, Roya suddenly turned his head towards Chaos, who was like a wooden stake.

"Chaos, you bastard, what are you standing there for? Stop him for me!"

Startled by Roya's roar, Chaos, who was in a daze, suddenly looked at the ugly Roya. With a formidable enemy at hand, he was too lazy to bother with this precious creature. Suppressing his instinctive fear, the beast with its broken body let out a low growl and surrounded Kenneth. However, as its canine teeth ground together, not a single beast dared to take another step forward.

Ignoring Roya's subtle actions, Kenneth looked at the beasts that kept retreating as he advanced.

"They bark but dare not go forward, trying to fill in the gaps with these things that are no different from stray dogs on the roadside. It's a real waste to have such things in your hands."

The concept of "666 Beast" never belonged to these wild beasts, but to Chaos, who had a name similar to Nero. The Beast King's Nest symbolized the seeds of human evil. Kenneth could only say that Chaos looked down on the status of beasts by trying to achieve the concept of Beast simply by matching numbers.

When the fake creature, which mimicked the concept of the 666 Beast through magic, encountered the true Sixth Beast, Nero Chaos's lifelong magical arts became ineffective. After confirming that Kenneth was his nemesis, Nero Chaos's body bulged and transformed into a dense swarm of wild beasts that fled in all directions.

A direct confrontation was impossible. After witnessing this realm, whose mystery far surpassed his own, Nero Chaos had only one thought in his mind: escape. As for Roya, that guy who hesitated even when facing him was no match for that man.

"Chaos! You bastard, are you trying to escape?!"

Without Kenneth even lifting a finger, Roy Adam, back at the throne, delivered a backstab to Kenneth on the spot. As the red light spread, the chaotic beast tide was directly sealed off in the area where Kenneth was located.

"Michael! You bastard!"

"You bastard, you'd better buy me some time. It's already an honor for you to dedicate yourself to my art!!"

Cooperation? Roya never considered anyone a collaborator, not even the entire city! Everything that appeared in this city, including the ancestors, became a sacrifice to satisfy his ambition to merge with Arcueid; everyone was his nourishment!

"You just wait, once I've corrected the princess, I'll tear you to pieces right before her eyes!"

With a twisted face full of resentment towards Kenneth, Roya shrank outside the barrier. He cut his wrist and poured the blood onto the throne. The power he had usurped from Arcueid was taking effect. Kenneth even sensed a force trying to break through the spatial barrier to lock Arcueid in its offline state.

"Hahaha, useless, useless! So what if you hide my princess? What she left me will find her! Chaos, what are you still standing there for! Kill him!"

"Michael, I'm going to kill you!"

The aura of the curse interfered with his control over his body, and the Chaos, transformed into a horde of beasts, uncontrollably gathered together. Normally, Chaos could dispel such a curse in just a few seconds, but now, the man standing opposite him would definitely not give him that chance.

"What a great show, constantly refreshing my impression of you, crawler!"

With things having come to this point, Kenneth had no intention of continuing to watch. His willpower, which transcended the world, spread out, and both Chaos and Roya froze on the spot. The gray space distorted, and several sharp points emitting a cold light pierced out of the void. Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the Sixth Beast's claws directly tore open the rift leading to the world of mental images.

In an instant, the horned dragon-like beast peeked out from the darkness, its gray-white eyelids blinking as it locked onto the tiny creature below. Chaos, also a being of bestial nature, read the thoughts conveyed by those vertical pupils: greed for food and a desire for the mystery he possessed.

The sixth beast's dragon head had already landed above, its sinful breath causing its robes to flutter. Watching the gaping maw of the abyss descend, Chaos, who had just regained control of his body, used his peripheral vision to lock onto Roya, who had broken free of his restraints through the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.

"Michael, I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

With a snap, the dragon's mouth closed, and the body, which had been forcibly assembled together, along with the chaotic consciousness, was swallowed by the Sixth Beast. The concept of the Beast of 666 was captured by the Sixth Beast, and the power that had been lost and regained forced this mindless body to instinctively let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Hahaha, you idiot, hell is not a place for me! Since we're on good terms, I'll send this guy to join you!"

Blood flowed and covered the city. The light emanating from the throne struck a cold celestial body tens of thousands of kilometers away from a distance of ten thousand meters. The power usurped from Arcueid communicated with the moon, and that cold celestial body was constantly approaching the Earth's surface in a conceptual sense.

The moonlight, like blood, falls upon the city. The rules belonging to Gaia are being replaced, and the rules belonging to the moon are constantly modifying the rules of the earth's surface. The ritual of poisoning the world begins here.

"Hahaha, just as I thought! With this power, I am a god here! You corrupted princess, witness the power of a true ancestor! Die!"

The power within his body surged rapidly. Roya, who should have continued communicating with the throne, once again chose to expand his power. He threw away the dagger in his hand, and rainbow light spread in his eyes. The moonlight, like a knife, fell on Kenneth from a great distance.

"Run! Run! I'll tear you to pieces, bit by bit! I'll start with the hand that defiled the princess!"

The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception severed the threads regardless of distance in the moonlit space. Death, originating from the end of all things, crawled all over his arm, and the ruptured flesh then scattered dust that symbolized death.

"These eyes are a waste in your hands. A reptile should act like a reptile. Get down on the ground!"

The surging magic instantly shattered the death that crawled all over his arms. The sixth beast's dragon claw ignored the barrier of space and slammed Roya, who was praising the moon with his arms outstretched, to the ground. Lifting up and falling down, without any mysterious enhancement, Kenneth pinned Roya to the ground like a fly, simply because of the absolute difference in strength.

"God, what a weak God, trash, you should look like trash!"

"You guy..."

Kenneth stomped Roya's raised head back to the ground. He had no more interest in listening to the squeaks of the reptiles beneath him. The silver light of the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid fell and dislocated Roya's still-thrashing limbs.

"How dare you treat me like this! Die, die, die!!!"

A sharp sound traveled through the soil to Kenneth's ears. The pressure from the moon suddenly fell on this blood-red area, first the glass, then the roof beams. As the hundred-meter-high concrete crumbled, the solid ground collapsed under the pressure from the sky.

"I take back what I said before. Not only these eyes, but the power you stole is a waste in your hands! Since you're unwilling to cooperate, then shut up!"

With a snap, the right foot stomped down and broke the spine. Before the cry of pain could even escape, the foot stomped down again and kicked Roya in the chin. The blocked mouth could not release the pressure, and blood from behind the alveolar bone gushed out wildly from the hole connecting the mouth.

"Cough cough! Glug glug..."

Relying on the power of Arcueid within Roya, Kenneth connected with the red moon in the sky. Sensing Kenneth's actions, blood bubbles emerged from Roya's nasal cavity. Roya, who was being trampled under Kenneth's feet, was filled with resentment and wanted to touch the throne in front of him. His eyes were filled with coldness as he silently chanted the ritual incantation.

Chapter 272 The Moon Sets

Roya's ritual wasn't entirely without merit. By replacing the Earth's rules with the Moon's, Roya intended to sever the planet's blessing upon Arcueid and graft his own will onto Arcueid's soul. However, replacing Earth's rules with the Moon's would inevitably bridge the conceptual gap between the two, which was precisely what Kenneth needed.

Using Roya's ritual to pull Zhu Yue down to the surface, thus severing Zhu Yue's interference with Arcueid, Kenneth didn't pay attention to Roya's little tricks. Before the blockade was broken, Kenneth needed Roya to live. As for whether Roya could invade Arcueid's consciousness under Zhu Yue's nose, Kenneth could only say that the future was promising.

The conceptualized moon continues to descend, its crimson light replacing the darkness of night. Grayish-white crystals break through the surface and spread upwards, their coral-like branches and intertwined roots replacing the concrete jungle.

The moon fell. The cold celestial body, tens of thousands of kilometers away, descended to the Earth's surface as the ritual was completed. The serene moonlight lost its blood-red hue and returned to the Earth's surface a thousand years after breaking through Gaia's blockade.

"Hmph... Hmph hmph hahahaha! Are you an idiot?! You actually helped me complete this ritual! The supreme power is mine now! It's not too late for you to beg for mercy!"

With a thud, Roya, writhing on the ground like a maggot, slammed his head against the throne. His will detached from his body, and the power Roya had stolen filled the throne at this moment. The illusory chains materialized, capturing the main body of the ritual like a steel cone shattering a planet.

Something's wrong, very wrong. It's not that Luo Ya's abnormal development is the problem, but rather that the concept of the moon has broken through the blockade. However, the will of the celestial body has not descended to the surface. Given Zhu Yue's obsession with magic, the current situation is very strange.

There must be a reason for this unusual event. The cold celestial body fell completely, and as the gray-white crystals solidified into a staircase leading to the moon, all of Kenneth's doubts were answered when he saw the figure in gorgeous clothes, especially the piece of trash being held in the other person's hand.

Now that things have come to this, Kenneth no longer wants to think about why Meryl came down from the moon with Crimson Moon. The Crimson Moon before him is not a concept, but the will that dominates Arcueid's body. It is not a spirit that he forcibly pulled off, but the Moon King who descended to the surface in its complete form.

"Hahaha, Your Highness! My Princess! I will correct your corrupt thoughts! Let us become one!"

Retaining the ancestral blindness of the Moon World, Roya, transformed into a conceptual being through the power of Arcueid, manipulated the chains that made up his body to launch a surprise attack on the figure bathed in moonlight.