The finisher

The hand formed by the shadows was extremely powerful, and it directly broke the monster's neck. If it were a human, it would have fallen to the ground and died. But the strong phantom spiders seemed to have a certain resistance to this, and they struggled to move forward.

They took only a few steps before their bodies swayed and fell to the ground as if they were crushed by something extremely heavy, crushing all the little spiders on the ground. The successive deaths seemed to be contagious, and soon spread among the insect swarm.

But there were too many of them. The Shadow Hand couldn't keep up with the speed of the insects. Soon, the Spiders were exposed to the light and rushed towards the two remaining people, stepping on the dead bodies of their companions.

Oreius let out a slight snort, and the sword flashed and tore the body apart. The transparent blood splashed onto the ground, making the remaining monsters even more ferocious.

"You get out."

The command was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted into the shadows. The Chaos Shadow rose up to the cave entrance without hesitation. Through the resonance of the shadow man, Oreius clearly sensed that another consciousness ran away quickly after hearing his words.

It can even be said that Shaken did not run away because he was worried that he would be held back. Now that he had the chance, he ran away without hesitation.

This guy...

There is no way. We all know that this is a mad dog who doesn't recognize his relatives. How can we expect him to share the same hatred and fight to the last moment?

Oreius was not angry about this, but shook his head with a smile. The spiders were close at hand, and the fastest little spider had already reached the young man's feet, moving up along the edge of the shoe, looking for every piece of exposed skin. With just a light bite, it could drill into the fresh flesh and turn it into blood food for the larvae.

The red-haired young man stomped his feet and threw them off, a cold light in his eyes. He didn't even pick up the wooden warehouse, the mechanical insects were glowing steadily above his head, illuminating the thin and mysterious faces around him.

“I am actually very curious about what I am.”

He cut his arm and spilled the blood on the spiders on the ground. The spider larvae froze in place after touching the liquid, with red lines spreading across their transparent bodies. Facing the darkness that covered the sky, Oreius continued to talk as if he was talking to a friend.

"If I can transform weapons with blood and completely ignore the opponent's will, then as long as there is a sufficient blood supply, theoretically I can completely rule the world."

"If Canaan is willing to help me, relying on his healing ability, I can turn all humans and monsters into subordinates. Under the control of blood, even if the mechanical disaster happens again, I can easily solve it. Everyone will be happy, without fear of threats or dangers..."

"It's also a solution to make all humans and monsters become one family and live in harmony in this world, isn't it?"

The first larva infected by blood turned around and bit the larva behind it that had not yet touched the blood, and its sharp legs pierced the opponent's body. The infected larva did not hesitate and continued to attack the next enemy. Even if the subsequent troops quickly tore it apart, they could not stop more and more spider larvae from rebelling.

Olesti sword wandered among the phantom spiders, and killed one wherever the sword light went. Even if a phantom spider attacked the red-haired young man by surprise, the blood splashed would only cause greater chaos. The rebellious spiders swarmed at the feet of the young man, and the blood soaked the hem of his clothes, like a gorgeous cloak. The bright sword light swept across, more dazzling than the thunder in the dim cave.

A strong smell of blood surged in the narrow cave, and the sound of insects buzzing mixed with the sounds of bodies falling and being torn apart made the scalp of the witness numb. The dark golden pupils gradually covered with a faint bloody smell.

The surging murderous energy swept through the insect swarm, almost condensing into a rolling sea of ​​blood and corpses, with countless phantom corpses rising and falling, and the mother insect's resentful screams echoing in the ears of all creatures, causing the insect swarm to stagnate. However, the young man only raised a playful smile at the corner of his lips and raised the long sword in his hand again.

The curse of the [Holy Arms] took effect. Oleus narrowed his eyes, and the side effects of killing took over his consciousness. He even took the initiative to reveal his weaknesses, just to enjoy the pain and pleasure of being bitten. Blood dripped down his neck, and he threw all reason behind him.

The light on the lantern above my head received the final command, and the light gradually dimmed. In the shadows on the hazy cage, the butcher, who knew no pain and no rest, began a new round of slaughter without mercy.

......

In the north, in the city of Corian, in a lounge.

Sunlight shone through the window into the elegantly decorated room. The silver-haired priest leaned back on a high chair, lowered his eyes and read the document in his hand. At a certain moment, his movements paused for a few seconds, and then resumed as smooth as ever.

A steady stream of positive energy flowed out, and [Heaven] dispelled the influence of chaotic murderous intent on the mind. The pure healing energy washed over, making the consciousness that had just been pulled out of Orelius's vest feel like it was reborn.

Feeling safe and secure in the Heaven, Mason turned another page of paper and finally recovered from the dark and bloody atmosphere.

Look at it in a positive way, is this a side effect of playing on someone else's behalf?

He tried to find a way to have fun in the midst of hardship. He had already written most of the document in his hand, hiding the matter of the leaves of the World Tree, and only treating the story of the goblin Pika as a trap set by the craftsman, putting the blame on these culprits, which was also a courtesy.

He then added a few more key points, suggesting to the church that they launch a deeper hunt for the craftsmen, and finally proposed that he himself would lead the team. After confirming that the document was correct, the young man signed his name in the lower right corner.

In order to make the differences between the different vests bigger, Mason took great pains to write a signature that would fly out of the horizon and look good.

I have to put calligraphy practice on the agenda later. He flexed his wrists and thought to himself, looking up and seeing the figure reflected in the mirror.

The elegant silver-haired young man stared at himself in the mirror, his temperament was indifferent and noble. Anyone who looked at him would admit that he was a saint walking in the world. After a moment, the person being stared at just shook his head slightly.

"Peace achieved when all people submit to one life... Indeed, as long as the ruler is not dead or crazy, such peace will last forever."

"But even if we do, what good will it do?"

The power to dominate others is a powerful golden finger, but how to use it depends on oneself. In the hands of others, it may be used to create great achievements, but Mason has never changed his original idea.

Freedom is not about being able to do whatever you want, but the right to refuse to do what you don't want to do. He just wants to live a stable and undisturbed life. Just like Pica, he wants to have the happiness that he can decide for himself.

Mason picked up the document, stood up and walked out the door. The believer guarding the door heard the noise and turned around.

"What can I do for you?"

The other party handed him the document in his hand and said: "Send this to Santo."

"Yes. But our observation of you is not over yet. Please do not move around casually."

The believer took the thin papers with both hands and did not leave immediately, but respectfully reminded them. Mason nodded, closed the door and returned to the room.

After confirming that he had no abnormal behavior, the sound of footsteps was heard outside the door. Soon, another pair of footsteps stopped at the door of the lounge and continued to perform their duties faithfully.

In order to prevent people from the book world from carrying contamination, they must be isolated and observed for a few days. During this period, there are special people to guard them. In a way, this greatly facilitates Mason's actions.

He closed his eyes and rested for a while, until the consciousness that remained in the swordsman felt a slight electric shock-like pain, and then he turned his consciousness back to the swordsman.

The perspective changes, and the air suddenly becomes stagnant and smelly.

Deep in the crypt, the corpses of insects were scattered all over the ground, and the remaining phantom spiders had lost all hope of resistance and huddled in their cocoons. Even bloodthirsty monsters would bow their heads in the face of a more brutal disaster and lie on the ground trembling.

The swordsman's eyes had completely turned blood-gold, and his body was covered with wounds, but he was as calm and at ease as a tyrant leading his own army. The heavy murderous aura oppressed the hearts of all creatures, except for the mechanical insects in the sky that suddenly spread their wings and flew down when he walked towards the cocoons, crashing into Oreius.

“Stab…!”

The small body burst into bright light, and the mechanical insect contributed all its energy without reservation, adding another trace of scorch marks on the red-haired tyrant. The latter reached out and directly crushed the bowed and exhausted lamp insect. The metal fragments pierced into the palm of his hand, and the pain brought finally awakened his crazy mind.

Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!

Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!

Countless roars rang in his ears, and everything in front of him turned into monsters he had killed, roaring for revenge. The red-haired young man stood in the darkness and finally stopped in front of the destructive cocoon.

Fortunately, before the outburst, he ordered the lamp bug to remind himself not to destroy the group of cocoons... A vague thought flashed through his mind, Orelius gathered his mind, raised the sword again, but this time he pierced his left hand.

The intense pain made him gasp, and the tiny sound of his breathing attracted the attention of the monsters. The spider eyes on the human face carefully and covertly observed, looking for any possible loopholes.

But the young man soon discovered their intentions. He laughed softly: "Do you think I can't kill you like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phantom spiders huddled together in fear, apparently they were frightened out of their wits. Oleus smiled, his face grim. He was too tired to continue talking because of the dizziness and fatigue from losing too much blood. Without the light bug, he could only rely on his enhanced eyes to see the situation here clearly.

But in this case, it seemed unnecessary to do anything. He took a step forward, and the monster took a step back. The cold voice reached the ears of the remaining insects, causing a wave of uneasy hissing.

"Stand still."

The young man was not worried about being attacked, because the other party would be the only one to suffer. He did not care about the broken limbs on the ground, so he sat down and breathed quietly, waiting for Shaken to come back with his men.

Even if that guy wanted to escape, he would definitely join up with Osk and the others. And a responsible captain would never leave his teammates here alone.

This idea was correct. When the silent swarm of insects began to move again, a sound came from the hole they came from.

Something was crawling slowly along the wall, and the sound of its rough skin scraping against the insect shells aroused the swarm of insects. But at a cold glance from Aurelius, they quickly calmed down.

A beam of light shone in from the entrance, followed by endless vines. After finding a wide space, they began to spread to the surrounding walls, while cleaning up the piles of insect corpses on the ground.

"Aureus...what...is going on..."

Osk stepped into the cave entrance with the lighting equipment in hand. His voice suddenly stopped. Behind him was Shatria, who was also shocked. The shadows at their feet also seemed to be frozen, staring at this horrible scene.

The red-haired young man sitting on the corpse looked back, and behind him were spiders crawling on the ground and silk coils standing tall. The extremely dim light shone on his face, and looking down, the strong body was covered with shocking wounds.

Bites, scratches, stings.

The blood dripped down the bones that served as the throne, like a never-ending spring or spilled red wine. All the phantom spiders avoided it like snakes and scorpions, fearing that they would get stained with even a little bit of it. They clung to the ground, as if they were paying homage to the person in front of them. It created an extremely bizarre scene.

Afraid?

So these monsters also know fear?

Everyone was in a trance. The young man sitting on the throne of bones raised his head, his golden-red pupils still showing murderous intent. Although he was clearly below, he looked down at the newcomer and nodded calmly.

“It’s nice to see you.”

"The timing is good. I just finished a good thing and I just need some people to finish it."