Only This Despicable

"Thud..."

In the skyscraper shopping mall, now a ruin, a large pool of blood poured down from mid-air, gradually covering the ground with a glaring red.

Above the towering skyscrapers, Roa stared at the pure white lightsaber that had pierced his body, leaving a trail of blood. His expression, eyes, and body were all frozen in place.

A sharp pain shot through Roa's nerves.

It was not just physical pain, but also pain of the soul.

As if it were being brutally pierced along with the body, Roa's soul, which had been reincarnated seventeen times, cried out in anguish.

That was a scream of impending death.

So, Roa stared intently at the pure white lightsaber that had pierced his body. After a long while, he stiffened his neck and slowly raised his head to look ahead.

There, Fang Li held a pure white lightsaber and plunged the blade into Roa's body.

In his eyes, the Magic Eye stares directly at death is chillingly cold.

"Cough cough..."

A while later, Fang Li also coughed up blood.

Compared to Roa, whose body was pierced, Fang Li's condition was undoubtedly more dire. His entire body was almost covered in bright red blood, and his body was tattered and mangled, a truly pitiful sight.

Even so, Fang Li still held Bō Xié tightly with his bloodied hands.

With a forceful thrust, the weapon pierced even deeper into Roa's body.

"I knew it..."

Fang Li squeezed out a sarcastic sound.

"Someone like you would never have the guts to face the battle ahead. You would inevitably strike like a viper, baring your fangs at an invincible opponent."

After all, Arcueid had already gone into hiding to avoid getting involved after he went berserk.

"After planning for so long and trying every means to acquire power, you have no awareness of how to use that power at all."

"Deep down, you are still a Magus will stop at nothing to achieve your goal."

As he said this, Fang Li slowly reached out his other, bloodied hand and gently placed it on Roa's chest.

"In the end, even 'death' can only be this despicable..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Fang Li's hand, which was resting on Roa's chest, tightened suddenly.

"Flash Sheath - Flower Mirror!"

The impact, invisible to the naked eye, seemed to explode directly inside Roa's body, sending shockwaves through the air.

"Bang—!"

With a deafening explosion, blood and bits of flesh rained down into the sky.

Roa's chest was completely blown apart, with only a layer of skin and flesh connecting it. Amidst thick blood and scattered pieces of flesh, his body fell downwards.

Until it crashed into the shopping mall of the skyscraper.

"Bang----!"

As the impact rang out, blood began to spread uncontrollably at the point of impact.

Roa lay in a pool of blood, blood gushing from his mouth, his limbs twitching uncontrollably as if trying to struggle to his feet, but ultimately, he was powerless to do so.

"Ah... ho... ah..."

The sound of desperately resisting death faintly escaped from Roa's mouth.

However, the fate of death could not be erased from Roa's life no matter what.

The physical injuries were minor.

On this night of the full moon, Roa's immortality was pushed to its limit, and he could fully recover in an instant.

However, that injury was beyond repair.

Because Roa's soul was already heading towards destruction, and there was no way to resist it.

Just as Arcueid said.

Under the power of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, this time, Roa will never be able to reincarnate and will instead face true death.

Even though he understood this perfectly well, Roa still struggled desperately, and with great difficulty, he managed to raise one hand, stretching it out into the air.

That hand was reaching out, heading straight for Arcueid in the Fang Li.

Looking at the pure white, beautiful princess, Roa let out a mournful cry, as if in a death struggle.

"Princess..."

His hand kept reaching towards Arcueid.

"Princess..."

Squeezing out his last bit of strength, he called out the name of that True Ancestor.

"Princess..."

With each call, the voice becomes even softer.

"Princess..."

The final call brought Roa's longing to its limit.

At this moment, Roa can see.

Arcueid had completely forgotten about him; she rushed toward the dying boy with a look of anxiety on her face.

In a flash, it was as if Roa was seeing the past.

We have seen a history spanning eight hundred years.

In order to obtain immortality and great power, Roa plotted to become the strongest True Ancestor's Dead Apostle. Therefore, he went to the castle where the True Ancestor lived and found the White Princess.

Roa still remembers the first time he met Bai Ji.

That was in the sea of flowers outside the castle.

There, the white princess stood against the wind, head raised, gazing at the bright moon in the night sky, like a maiden yearning for paradise, incomparably beautiful.

A princess stands proudly against the night sky, with the moon as her backdrop.

At that moment, Roa could only think of one word.

"Tsukihime..."

Then, my heart was taken away.

Roa Ya had no idea.

From that time onward, he had actually become the slave of the True Ancestor's princess.

This Dead Apostle, who constantly rejects death and is always reincarnated, shows the utmost obsession with Arcueid from beginning to end.

That obsession wasn't actually about obtaining Arcueid's power.

That was merely the love and longing of a lowly Magus, like a snake, constantly schemed and deceived others, for Bai Ji.

Unfortunately, Roa will never understand that his obsession with the True Ancestor's princess is what is called love.

Therefore, the Matoba of the White Princess rushing anxiously towards the unconscious, falling boy and pulling him into her arms without any hesitation became the last force that broke him as he desperately resisted death.

"Smack..."

That was the sound of Roa's outstretched hand falling to the ground.

In the pool of blood, the Dead Apostle known as "The Serpent" simply stared wide-eyed, as if he had died with his eyes wide open, and stopped breathing.

Immediately afterwards, Roa's body began to disintegrate, turning into ashes and disappearing like the wind.

Thus, the "serpent's" Dead Apostle, who had undergone seventeen reincarnations and lived for over eight hundred years, vanished.

"Fang Li! Fang Li!"

"How are you?!"

"Fang Li!"

The voice that reached my ears was that of a young girl, filled with anxiety and worry.

However, Fang Li could no longer hear anything.

The flame-like white phosphorescence has disappeared.

However, the body, covered in wounds, still survives.

Not only that, but even the soul felt as if it were being torn apart, causing excruciating pain.

Therefore, Fang Li can only see one pair of eyes.

A pair of crimson eyes that looked as if they might cry at any moment.

"Fang Li!"

Fang Li fell into a deep sleep amidst the princess's cries.