The instant Dead Sentry realized those eyes had Locked On to him, he knew he was screwed.
It was like a female knight accidentally entering a goblin nest, a demon ninja captured by dark forces, a little boy discovering that every big sister on the bus was looking at him strangely, or hearing some intensely suggestive music while tied up and hung in a cave...
By the time you realized something was wrong, it was already too late!
"...Fuck, I'm probably done for this time."
Feeling a premonition even more terrifying than death, he bared his teeth and licked the blood from his face, laughing silently.
His life had been spent alongside countless struggles, slaughters, and deaths. By now, he had almost gone completely numb.
He had thought he would never again feel that old thrill and excitement, yet he had not expected that, when his own death seemed to suddenly descend Before his eyes, he would instead be overcome by unprecedented joy and madness.
Boom!
The crack-covered halberd fell apart beneath the chopping blow.
Dead Sentry reached back into the two gaping wounds on his arm and abdomen, as though thrusting his hands into great mouths, and pulled out two blades woven from bone-white and blood-red, striking back in reverse!
As Blood Flame erupted, he burst into wild laughter, swinging both weapons in a storm no less fierce than Pan Ying's.
The shriek tearing through the air was like a whistle, echoing without end.
"Let the Great Swarm bear witness!"
Deafening loud explosions rang out in an unbroken stream, resounding across the entire shattered desolate reef.
Violence against violence, conflict against conflict!
This was a brutally direct collision, without the slightest flourish.
His strength continued to surge, rise, and explode. The erupting Blood Flame nearly set his body alight,