held out the sword.

And the two faced off for a while.

In the midst of the noisy battlefield, only the place where they were standing felt calm, and it didn’t matter who moved first.
They both moved at the same time.

The two clashed their swords near the center.


The greatsword broke.

The Blood Energy that was pushed back scattered everywhere, and a large crack appeared in the helm, making Ricky move in to stab.


The core of Blood Bringer was flowing red.

[Form of Blood.]

Veins of blood-like things moved from the sword and towards Ricky’s neck.
Ricky scattered the Blood Energy from the sword with holy power.

It divided and formed into weird swords right behind him.
Without even looking, he waved his sword at it.

The Blood Bringer wriggled and covered the entire area in Blood Energy.

Like a stream of red water, he completely pulled out the broken greatsword and filled the crack with blood.

Blood gushed.


And the Sword Demon swung the sword again.
Ricky looked calm with sunken eyes.


He cut down the blood sword.


The entire machine-like thing cracked, and in the aftermath, there were cracks on the helm, too.

The red eyes inside shook faintly, and the Sword Demon extended his hand.
Now that this had happened, he just wanted to kill the Apostle.


The Holy Sword pierced his forearm.

The left arm twitched as it stopped, and the two faced each other as Ricky went for the necklace.

A little pull was all it took to remove it from his body, and the white jewel fell to the ground.


The Sword Demon’s eyes widened, and part of the helm broke.

His body was trembling like a weak tree.

“As expected, the necklace is the problem.”

Ricky trampled on the jewel with his foot.
This was the reason that this machine worked.

If the opponent were someone with just muscle and no brain, they would have suffered so much.

“You worked hard.”

Ricky pulled the Holy Sword out of his forearm and pulled it back.

“I hope you live a normal life in your next one.”

Staring at the faintly visible face, he thrust the sword—no, tried to thrust it.

But the helm shattered fully, and the grey hair flowed with the pale face out in the open.

The Holy Sword stopped near the heart.

Ricky met his eyes.

Covered in scars and facial bones, he looked so different, but this man was someone Ricky knew.

It was a man he knew too well.

And he slowly said the name,

“… Brother Lars?”

The man didn’t answer.


Blood gushed from the broken Blood Bringer.

The Sword Demon’s unique self-healing was activated, and when Ricky hesitated, the holy power leaked out through the connected blades.

[Sword of Judgement.]


Lars unconsciously activated the Sword of Judgement.

His hair fluttered as he aimed the sword at Ricky.


The voice of Pyro screamed in his head, and Ricky’s expression contorted at the sight of the sword activating.

“You assholes!!!”

Lars moved the Sword of Judgement, and Ricky held it with his left hand that got cut, but he couldn’t control his anger.

He gritted his teeth and split the Sword of Judgement with his bare hands.

Lars displayed signs of panic, as if he hadn’t expected this to happen, yet he lost his cool and attacked Ricky.


Ricky, filled with grief, broke down the sword and threw his sword away as he grabbed Blood Bringer with both hands.

He didn’t want to swing the sword at him after realizing the opponent was Lars.
Ricky began to pull out the Blood Bringer with an angry face.


Lars screamed in pain like he didn’t want this to happen, and Blood Bringer was unable to withstand it and crumbled a little.

When he pulled it out, black blood gushed from the severed part of his right arm, making Lars’s body convulse.

Looking at it, Ricky could tell what was going on.

“This fucking thing!!! How dare they do such a thing!”


As if the holy power of the Apostle had gone haywire, it swallowed the entire place.

[No! It cannot be done!]


Anger was raging.

It was so hot that it felt like everything would explode.
Lars tried to make the Blood Bringer part of his own.

This was like watching a slave.

But this wasn’t something Ricky’s holy power could handle, so he tried to choke him.

Ricky couldn’t help but cry.

“Get yourself together… brother!!!”

Ricky took Lars’s hand and held his head with his right hand.

Holy power began to spread from his head to his body to brainwash the Holy Executioner.

He couldn’t imagine just how much pain Lars had been through.
His hands were already shaking in anger, but saving Lars was the priority.

[Ricky! Ricky!]

Pyro was anxiously calling him, but he didn’t answer.
He felt sorry, but he wasn’t going to follow her order.

[Don’t get caught up in your rage! Especially not in such a place!]

‘But I cannot stand this.’

Lars calmed down and closed his eyes.

Ricky put him down carefully and grabbed the Holy Sword again.

His rage was clearly concentrated on one person.


I will kill him for sure…

“You are so careless.”

It was then that a creepy voice came from behind him.

Ricky didn’t even look back and moved his fist.

“Like I said, so careless.”

Ricky’s eyes widened.
His nose twitched, and his lips pursed.

He lowered his head and looked at his stomach.
Someone’s hand could be seen.

And Zenith’s holy power flowed in.

“Anger is blinding”

Apostle Noah whispered in Apostle Ricky’s ears.

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