"----"
A tremor of fear immediately rose in the hearts of every surviving Abyss Believer.
Not even Black Shadow or the Scythe Woman could stop that trembling sensation from emerging.
Under the direct gaze of those icy eyes, everyone felt as though Death itself had fixed its sights on them, as if they might lose their lives at any moment.
And that feeling was by no means unfounded.
Watching the young man stride through the air, causing even the Abyss's most terrifying Black Fire to part instinctively to either side, holding a black blade that radiated divinity while blood-red spears floated around him, the Abyss Believers present understood very clearly that if he wished it, he could kill them at any time.
Those who had once freely lorded over others and inspired fear in the world might not even be much better than weak ordinary people in this young man's eyes.
Either way, they were targets that could be dealt with in a single slash, weren't they?
What kind of newly descended Savior was this?
Even those Saviors who had fully matured in the past might not have been stronger than him.
Take the last wielder of Sacred Sword Moslo, the one supported by "that Empire." He had suffered grievous injuries when confronting one of the ten kings, an Abyss Demon Lord. Though that king among the Abyss Demon Lords had ultimately fallen as well, it at least showed that a Savior was not overwhelmingly stronger than a powerful Abyss Demon Lord.
And this young man?
Last time, he had effortlessly severed an arm from the Abyss Demon Lord supporting the Dark Relief Society's activities from behind the scenes, forcing it to retreat in defeat.
This time, he had easily suppressed the Night Spirit Aggregate that the Dark Relief Society