'Greed' Marquis Glid held the Blood-colored Cross Sword, which was over three meters long, in one hand. With the other, he brushed aside the blond hair blocking his view and looked at the small medical group not far ahead.
"What are you doing? Trying to bring someone back from the brink of death?
I've examined that kid's condition. Even if he were thrown into a Blood Pool of extremely high purity, he would need at least ten priests to continuously replace his blood for seven straight days before he might survive, let alone make a full recovery.
And you actually dare to stand in my way and save him? Do you really look down on me that much?
I don't really dare kill a Tumor Knight, but I can still kill the two of you."
Glid naturally had no intention of standing there like an idiot and watching. He dragged his long sword toward the surgical team.
He walked normally for the first half of the distance, then suddenly accelerated halfway there, catching them off guard.
Slash! He swung a horizontal cut.
The area struck was visibly severed, and even space itself was briefly cut apart. The nurse, Doctor, and Lorien were all cut in half.
Strangely, not a drop of blood exploded outward. The people who had been cut in half continued preparing for the surgery in an orderly fashion.
"Hm?!"
Glid immediately realized something was wrong. He promptly took a special eyeball carved from ancient gold out of Greed's Treasury.
He forcibly stuffed it into his left eye socket, causing his original eyeball to burst.
As the Golden Eye was embedded,
the medical team and William, who was barely clinging to life on the operating table, both vanished. Only a beam of moonlight remained.
"A moonlight projection... Could