The broken limbs fell to the dark red ground with a dull sound, and the silver blade fell to the ground and bounced slightly, making a metallic vibration.

She held up the huge sickle with blood dripping from it and slowly moved forward, stepping over the corpses lying on the ground, leaving drops of blood covered in dust behind her.

"No, no, don't kill me, I was deceived, I was coerced, I really am a good person!"

A pastor collapsed on the ground, shrinking back in panic, his eyes filled with fear and his hands and feet trembling constantly.

"Sorry, it's too late."

The girl's voice was ethereal and cold. She looked at the man in front of her and analyzed the soul and extraordinary core in his body. It had been deeply polluted and distorted, and could not be reversed. Even if she did not take action, the man would not live for more than half a year.

The Chaos Phantom's corruption wouldn't hold back just because you were its believer. It lacked the awareness and willpower to do so, and familiarity with its characteristics could only delay it. Even a Sequence 9 witch would become extreme and gradually shattered under its long-term influence, let alone the person before her.

If we let him live, it will only bring more tragedies.

The sickle in his hand turned, and another silver light flashed. The man in front of him was directly cut into three parts, and even his soul was torn and purified in the cutting.

Under the dim black sky, the girl in black robes flew in the firelight, her figure swaying, and the sickle in her hand was like a crescent moon, drawing one cold arc of light after another, cutting the bodies of one enemy after another, and the bright red blood beads dyed her robes dark red.

The sound is like crying blood, and the cold moon is bathed in red flames.