"Looks like it’s over on that side."
Fang Zheng withdrew his gaze, looking at the Dead Apostle in front of him.
"So, it’s about ti for you to die as well!"
"I won’t go down that easily, Magician!"
However, even though the beast horde he summoned was being crushed by the Undead Legion, Nero’s expression did not waver in the slightest. He was not rely Nero, or rather, he was not just Nero; he was the collective embodint of six hundred and sixty-six beasts within his body that ford the existence known as Nero Chaos, the Dead Apostle. Even when those beasts were killed, they rely returned to his body and weren’t destroyed in a true sense.
Because of this, he had the confidence to face the Scourge Legion ahead of him.
But the problem was...
"I’m not a Magician."
Fang Zheng raised the Frostmourne in his hand as crimson flas began to blaze around him.
"I am the magical girl Red Ponytail, which is worlds apart from the Magician you speak of!"
As he spoke, Fang Zheng raised his right hand toward the sky.
"Phantom Fla Pillar!"
As Fang Zheng spoke, a beam of light shot straight up into the sky, disappearing into the clouds. Seeing this, Nero was montarily stunned, but before he could comprehend it, suddenly, flas descended from the heavens, crashing directly onto Nero’s body.
"Uwaaahhhh!!"
With a painful groan, Nero’s expression finally changed.
"What is this... What is it? No, my body... can’t move..."
"Don’t even think about breaking free; even Aoko couldn’t escape from this! Co on!"
Scorching crimson flas rolled over the surface of Frostmourne. With that, Fang Zheng raised the 40-ter-long Fla Greatsword in his hand high, while the thruster on his back erupted with a dazzling radiance, propelling his small stature forward like lightning.
"Scorching Burst Slash!!"
A flash of fire streaked past.
The sharp blade pierced fiercely into Nero’s body, pinning him to the ground. Initially, Nero’s expression bore a mocking smile. Burning a Vampire with fire might work on Lesser Dead Apostles, but unfortunately for them, he was at the level of The Twenty-Seven Ancestors, and wouldn’t be defeated just like that...
"You, what did you do!?"
However, just as Nero was about to unleash the Beasts within him, he discovered the problem.
An ice-cold, bone-chilling sensation penetrated every corner of his body, freezing his soul in stark contrast to the roaring flas.
"What is this? Is it a Magic Sword from the Age of Gods? Why do you possess sothing like this... ugh...!!"
At this mont, Nero couldn’t speak at all. He was now trapped at the boundary between fire and ice. The scorching Primordial Fire burned his body, gradually transforming his chaos-forged being into firewood. At the sa ti, the frost of Frostmourne froze his soul, extracting and peeling it away, rcilessly absorbing it into the blade.
Flas erged from Nero’s mouth cavities and eye sockets. His body lted like a wax figure while his soul was peeled away, wailing and screaming, forcibly drawn into the cold blade of Frostmourne.
In less than five seconds, the once overconfident Dead Apostle had vanished completely from this world.
"For a Dead Apostle, that’s all the skill you have."
Fang Zheng withdrew his Longsword, giving it a casual flick. In an instant, the fierce cold wind and icy plain disappeared, and the warm, gentle hotel lobby reappeared before them.
"Miss Little Red..."
"Nicely done, Akiha."
Facing Akiha, who had co to his side, Fang Zheng smiled and gave a thumbs up.
"Alright, now we should go and see... oh no, sothing seems amiss!"
With that, Fang Zheng’s expression suddenly changed, because he realized that just a mont ago, Arcueid’s life force seed to have vanished?!
"Let’s go!"
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng didn’t hesitate any longer. He grabbed Akiha’s hand, and the next mont, with a flash of radiance, the two vanished into thin air.
Then, another flash of radiance, and this ti they appeared in a deserted park.
But in comparison, there was sothing more troubling here.
"Uwaah... how grueso."
Seeing the scene before him, Fang Zheng couldn’t help but gasp, while Akiha instinctively covered her mouth.
The reason was simple.
Because before them, on the ground of the park, Arcueid, who had just separated from them, had turned into a corpse.
Strictly speaking, the remains of a corpse.
Her body was cut and separated, arms, hands, elbows, waist, chest, shoulders, neck—she appeared to be dismbered, her parts scattered all over.
"This is..."
"Has she actually been taken down?"
Fang Zheng scratched his head, to be honest, this was unexpected for him. Arcueid had seed so confident, and besides, she was Aertulky’s sister, so Fang Zheng assud she would be fine. But now... well, it seems he ssed up after all.
"Miss Little Red, Miss Arcueid, she..."
"Wait."
Fang Zheng extended his hand, halting Akiha, and once again looked at the corpse in front of him.
Next, an unbelievable scene unfolded.
The previously dismbered corpse and the blood flowing on the ground began to reverse as if ti itself was rewinding. Gradually, the severed parts reattached, making Akiha stand there dumbfounded, watching this unbelievable sight.
After a while, the once shredded Arcueid was whole again. With a groan, she flipped herself over.
"Hey, are you still alive?"
Fang Zheng crouched down, lightly patting her face.
"Uh... Still okay..."
Arcueid looked like she just couldn’t get out of bed due to low blood pressure in the morning, squinting her eyes and waving her hand, while Fang Zheng reached out, rummaged through his pocket, and then took out a bag of blood.
"Want to drink this?"
"What’s this?"
"Blood, but it’s not fresh. It’s from the blood bank, refrigerated, should be nice and cool to drink, want to have a sip?"
"........."
Upon hearing Fang Zheng’s words, Arcueid’s expression instantly beca much more complicated. She stared at the blood bag for a mont, then turned her head away.
"No need, not interested."
"I see, then never mind."
Fang Zheng put the blood bag away again, originally thinking Arcueid was low on blood, but it seed like that wasn’t the case.
"So what’s going on with you? I thought you’d handle it easily."
"Misjudged. I didn’t expect that guy would get such a troubleso thing... I kind of underestimated him."
While speaking softly, Arcueid sat up and looked at her tattered clothes. Fang Zheng then took out another piece of clothing.
"Change your clothes first."
It wasn’t until they returned to the hotel room that Arcueid explained the situation.
"I’ve been tracking an ancient Dead Apostle. In fact, I’ve killed him seventeen tis in a row..."
"Killed him seventeen tis in a row and didn’t finish him off? Quite tenacious."
"No."
However, in response to Fang Zheng’s tease, Arcueid shook her head.
"In fact, I’ve killed him every ti, but he possesses a unique reincarnation technique... Do you understand what I an? Even if he dies this ti, his soul transfers to soone else to resurrect..."
"Oh, I see..."
Fang Zheng understood the principle of reincarnation quite well, so he nodded and posed his question.
"So what went wrong this ti?"
"Because I didn’t expect him to gain such power after countless reincarnations!"
With this said, Arcueid clenched her fists, revealing a hint of resentnt.
"Originally, every ti he reincarnated, his body was weaker than before. But this ti, he found a vessel almost perfectly matching his original form, perhaps that’s why... he awakened the Magic Eye."
"Magic Eye?"
"Yeah... it should be the Eye of Direct Death."
"The Eye of Direct... ah...!"
Fang Zheng slapped his leg. Having seen Boundary of the Sky, he naturally understood, and beside him, Akiha had a look of sudden realization.
"No wonder you got sliced into pieces."
Fang Zheng rembered that in the ani Boundary of the Sky, those cut by Ryougi Shiki ended up in tatters. Thinking about it this way, it made sense that Arcueid was cut into such a state.
As for the Dead Apostle awakening the Eye of Direct Death, Fang Zheng didn’t find it surprising; the explanation in Boundary of the Sky suggested that people easily awakened such magic eyes between life and death, not to ntion the Dead Apostle was killed seventeen tis by Arcueid. Even with a draw of seventeen attempts, you’d get a rare draw, right?
It just so happened that his luck was good enough to draw an SSR this ti.
"And then?"
"Although I was severely wounded, I did land a hit on him, so he shouldn’t be able to appear for a while."
As she spoke, Arcueid touched her stomach.
"But in my current state, I’m afraid I’m not strong enough to confront him... my power’s dried up a lot too."
"You know..."
Hearing this, Fang Zheng couldn’t help but curiously ask his question.
"You’ve killed him seventeen tis, did it never occur to you to find a way to finish him off completely? Get so help, or find so weapons or thods that can definitely take him out... you never thought of that?"
"This........"
Facing Fang Zheng’s inquiry, Arcueid was stunned, then turned her head away.
"This is my problem."
"I see, you just don’t have any friends, huh."
"................"
In a way, this sister was more pitiful than her older sister, at least the older sister had a dog.
"Forget it, I’ll handle it, you just watch from the side."
This hopeless ditz, Fang Zheng might as well take matters into his own hands.
"You?"
"That’s right, unlike you idiot, I have a way to completely kill him."
While speaking, Fang Zheng reached out and summoned Frostmourne.
And seeing this sword, Arcueid’s expression changed imdiately.
"This is..."
"Frostmourne. In short, all you need to know is that it imprisons the souls of all its victims. Since your way of killing is pointless, let trap that guy’s soul."
Looking at Arcueid in front of him, Fang Zheng confidently uttered a line befitting a villainous boss.
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