Death's Blessing; Carrera on Standby

"So... you can die now! In other words... your role is finished!"

As Testarossa's final words fell, Debos only felt a chill at his neck before his head flew into the air.

"Am I... flying?!"

But when he caught sight of the headless corpse on the ground from the corner of his eye—

"So I'm already dead!"

With those words, the story of Debos, ranked eleventh in the Emperor's Royal Guard Knights and at Saint-level, finally came to an end.

With Debos's death, this so-called battle finally reached its end.

Looking at the Debos she had killed, Testarossa did not waver in the slightest. Instead, she silently withdrew the arm she had plunged into Debos's body, not forgetting to give it a shake afterward.

After all... human blood was truly filthy!

Now that everyone who needed killing was dead, it was time to clean up the battlefield.

After all, there were still quite a few bugs left on the battlefield!

At that moment, Gordon, the last remaining member of Debos's squad, stared blankly at Debos. Even after advancing to the realm of a Saint, Debos had still been effortlessly slain by Testarossa.

In his expectations, shouldn't Debos have used the overwhelming power of a Saint to kill Testarossa, the Original White, and seize victory in this war in one stroke?!

But why had the final outcome been Debos's defeat? No! It would be more accurate to say he had been instantly killed!

Gordon, who had watched the entire battle, knew clearly that this could not even be called a fight. From beginning to end, Debos had merely been toyed with by Testarossa!

From the start until now, Debos had not harmed a single hair on Testarossa's head!

So this was... a Primordial?!

So this was the Original White, said to