A Free One-Day Trip to Hell

(Heartfelt thanks to "Wufeng Haotian," "Fairy Silver Mama," and "Miku Fan" for their rewards!)

"Clang—!"

Amid the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground, the Holy Sword that had been spinning through the air like a windmill fell to the ground, plunging straight into the concrete. The sacred power burning around its blade like flames gradually calmed and withdrew after losing its wielder.

Beo, who had shifted from a form of light back into a wolf, also dropped from the air. His four limbs landed steadily on the ground, his fur still dazzling and brilliant, untouched by a single drop of blood.

In Beo's jaws was an arm dripping blood onto the ground, clenched between his sharp teeth.

It was clearly a bloody scene, yet Beo's proud, majestic bearing and dazzling form somehow made it possess an indescribable beauty.

The bloody scene on the other side, however, did not carry even the slightest trace of beauty. It was nothing but hellish misery.

"Uwaaaaaah! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much I'm going to piss myself—!"

In a pool of crimson blood, Freed clutched the shoulder where one of his arms had been severed. His already twisted face became even more distorted and ferocious as he rolled about endlessly on the ground.

Even after suffering such a grievous wound, that disgusting priest remained as deranged as ever, utterly devoid of humanity.

"Damn it! Damn it—!"

Clutching his severed arm, heedless of the blood pouring from the wound and staining his hand red, Freed snarled shrilly at Noah like an injured beast. Veins bulged across his forehead, and his face was pale as death.

"I'll chop you to death! I'll definitely chop you to death! I'll chop you to death, you piece of trash—!"

Noah's eyes turned cold.

"Roar—!"

Beo immediately