"Our fight isn't over yet, brother!"
Tyr poked his head out and asked curiously, "Do you have diarrhea? Or did you leave the faucet running at home? Did I do something wrong? You look awful. Are you feeling sick somewhere?
Hmm, why aren't you saying anything? Did I bother you?"
An endless stream of nonsense spilled from his mouth, while the fierce momentum of his sword never ceased.
A bleak, blood-red hue gradually emerged upon the heavy blade.
Countless runes shone from within the blood, and the golden hilt glittered brilliantly. The souls of every wielder who had possessed this sword and died beneath it surged across the blade, howling miserably with the Curse Blade.
Its name was Ripper. It was Tyr's blade—the Hell's Sword of Justice. On both edges of the double-edged sword, Tyr's and the Ranch Owner's faces were reflected at once, bestowing equal curses and blessings.
—Today, one of them would inevitably be wounded by the blade!
Elsewhere, the armored giant bear that had broken through the encirclement came charging in. The Moonlight Axe stirred up boundless blood-red radiance as it slashed at the Ranch Owner's face!
Boom!
Before the Ranch Owner, Justice's figure appeared once more, desperately blocking the descending axe.
The storm spread outward. Under Divine Will's rebuke, every obstacle was thrown away.
But immediately afterward, a shrill voice seemed to rise from the heart of the storm, calling toward the deepest abyss.
The Ranch Owner was roaring, calling out.
Calling upon the power of Eternal Paradise.
He had grown tired of these vermin's endless resistance and obstruction. He called upon the beasts at the deepest level of Eternal Paradise, causing the sea of gastric fluids below to churn as countless bubbles rose.
As though it were boiling.
In the deepest darkness, something enormous rapidly