Tens of thousands of people are definitely gone now, but he probably absorbed several hundred into his ranks.
Kuro raised Shusui, preparing to use his power to flood the last palace into the sea, when suddenly a gust of wind blew up and turned the cover of the book Kuro was holding.
He glanced at it, paused slightly, then opened the book and began to read it page by page. When he reached the last page, he fell silent.
After a moment, Kuro sighed, "Never mind..."
He flew down from the hole.
This enormous palace resembled a large church, with prayer benches on both sides and a wide avenue in the center. The ground was paved with some kind of stone that reflected light even in the darkness.
Directly in front of us was a huge cross that shone with a moon-like color, and the reflection on the ground came from this cross.
Kuro gripped Shusui tightly, gazing at the darkness beside the cross, and sighed:
"Actually, that's just how the world is. I won't judge what you do; let the world decide whether it's good or bad. We're actually the same kind of people. Maybe I'm a little luckier and more knowledgeable than you, that's all."
From the shadows of the cross, a huge figure, about five meters tall, slowly emerged. Its skin was dark, and its back was as long as a snake, but it was humanoid, with limbs and facial features that still revealed the outline of Rice's original face.
"Nello! Kill Nello!"
It growled and crouched on all fours, ready to charge.
"Slash Wave!"
A golden slash struck its massive body, sending it staggering backward, knocking over the glowing cross behind it, and causing it to fall backward.
The blow struck his body, carving out a deep trench.
He was physically strong to begin with, and even after absorbing the power of hundreds of people, plus that fly-like thing, it was nothing special.
The time left for him by the hundreds of people, judging from the speed at which his life force dissipates, is at most ten minutes before he completely vanishes.
"Come, as a man, fight me."
Kuro tossed the book aside. "Your life has been so pathetic. If this were a novel, it would be a terrible book. But even a terrible book needs an ending. Is this your ending? Turning into a monster, consumed by hatred, and then dying a pathetic death in your church, filled with unbearable grief?!"
"Write it down! Even if you don't hold a pen, use your final action to write down this ending!"
"roar..."
The monster's eyes looked down and saw the book beside it. A sliver of clarity appeared in its cloudy eyes.
Gradually, it got up and stopped crawling on all fours, standing upright like a human.
call!
A wing unfolds from its back, half black and half white, like a one-winged angel struggling between depravity and redemption.
The monster grabbed the glowing cross with one hand and pulled it out. Flames burst from his hand, gathered on the cross, and transformed it into a giant flaming cross sword.
Then, it gripped the sword with both hands, assuming an awkward two-handed sword-wielding posture, and held it horizontally in front of its body.
The way he held the sword was exactly like a novice.
But at this moment, in his monster form, he resembles a human more than anyone else.
"Yes, that's it. As a sign of respect for warriors, I will use my strongest move against you."
Kuro traced two fingers along the blade and said in a deep voice, "Mumei Kamikaze-ryu: Ultimate Technique..."
Boom!
The sky exploded with a loud bang, and the already dark night became even more gloomy, with thick clouds obscuring the night sky.
"roar!"
Monster—no, Rice gripped the flaming sword with both hands and slashed it down at Kuro, the flames illuminating the enormous church.
"Huanglong".
Kuro neither dodged nor evaded; his blade, gleaming with golden light, slashed down at Rice in the same manner.
A huge burst of light erupted in the sky, and a golden dragon, following Kuro's sword strike, shattered the hole in the palace's roof and landed on Rice before him.
laugh!!!
Rice's flaming cross greatsword rested on Kuro's shoulder, the flames burning his clothes and leaving a mark on his shoulder.
He himself was cut diagonally in two, separated from the shoulders down, and fell heavily to the ground.
Kuro slowly sheathed his sword, walked to Rice's head, plopped down next to him, and whispered, "Feeling good?"
The body, now lying on the ground in two halves, suddenly let out a low laugh: "Not bad. So this is what battle is like? It's definitely not what I imagined."
Although it was cut in two, Rice still had a life force, albeit an extremely weak one.
"No need to worry about it, it's just that our combat experience is far inferior."
Kuro walked over, took out a cigar, and said, "A high-class one, want one?"
"No thanks, Lisala will scold me..."
As he said this, Rice laughed again: "Although she may not want to see me... after all, I killed so many people. Speaking of which, as a Marine, don't you blame me?"
"The Navy's duty is to catch pirates. You are not a pirate, so I am not standing on the Navy's side, but on the side of an individual who can't stand by and watch."
Kuro exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Besides, once you're dead, everything is gone. Even if I dug up your ashes and scattered them at sea, it wouldn't change anything."
"What a strange person..."
Rice sighed. "But I want to be like you."
"No way, you're not as handsome as me," Kuro said without a hint of guilt.
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