Split

"Boom!"

A flash of blue Firearm illuminated Leomaster's chest with a dazzling light. It was more than just Flame Spear; it was a bullet that pierced weaknesses, a scythe that Harvest lives!

Flames roared and burst forth, instantly reflecting a dazzling blue hue in the thick Fog, as if they too had been ignited, swirling and rapidly spreading outwards. A Fog- free space suddenly appeared in the center of the Square, filled with flying flames, intense heat, and ash.

"Huff, huff"

Luther, panting, slowly withdrew his outstretched arm and stopped attacking.

Because it's no longer necessary.

The Demigod- level "Harvest" and "Weakness Insight" were successfully activated. The Black Knight, charging wildly, had no chance to defend or dodge and was struck head-on by the Flame Spear. Luther could feel that his opponent's life had been truly Harvest by him!

Opposite him.

Leomaster, the Saint of Darkness, remained frozen in place, his Greatsword raised high. But the black Greatsword had vanished, and the shadow beneath his feet slowly receded, gradually restoring the Square, which had been covered in darkness, to its original state.

A terrifying hole pierced through his massive body, completely robbing him of his life.

Through the large hole, one could see that a large fan-shaped area of the ground behind Leomaster had been melted by the intense heat. The semi-fluid slurry was steaming with Fog, a terrifying remnant left after being struck by the Hunter's deadly Flame Spear.

"Click, click"

At the edge of the large hole, the black armor emitted a crisp sound as cracks rapidly formed, spreading across the entire suit of armor until finally—

"Splash!"

The entire suit of armor shattered into countless fragments, which fell haphazardly to the ground, turning into shadows like dirty spots.

The true form of the Saint of Darkness was thus revealed.

Leomaster looked just like Luther had in his dream, dressed in a simple linen robe, his face weathered. Without the support of his armor, he resembled a devout, thin Ascetic. The red light in his eyes had completely faded, no longer as frenzied as before.

Is this the kind-hearted personality that split off, or his original self?

The elderly Ascetic glanced down at the gaping hole in his chest, then looked up at Luther. His dark eyes held a complex expression. His lips moved as if he had much to say, but in the end, he simply made the sign of the cross and sighed, saying:

"Lord."

The words fell to the ground along with the corpse.

Leomaster, the "Saint of Darkness," is dead.

"Whoosh"

Just then, Luther suddenly swayed, his face turning extremely pale. The sound of the Tide within him grew fainter and fainter, finally disappearing completely at this moment.

Not good!

Get out of here quickly!

He rushed toward Leomaster, intending to escape by "Travel" with the corpse, because time was of the essence and he didn't have time to wait for the Beyonder Characteristic to slowly emerge.

However, Luther was ultimately too late.

The Fog that had been dispersed by the flames had quietly returned and filled the Square again, making it impossible to see even the corpses a few meters away.

"It's alright, even if I can't see clearly, I know the general location, "Luther thought to himself, and rushed towards the direction he remembered.

He stopped abruptly.

Beyond the Fog, Leomaster's body lay on the ground, before a vast, boundless Mirror. His reflection stared back at him, a look of astonishment on its face.

It cannot be illuminated.

He quickly backed away, intending to get away from the Mirror. However, something strange happened: his reflection in the mirror did not do the same thing, but remained standing in the same place, staring at himself with a gloomy and melancholy expression.

The next moment.

"Sizzle!"

A crisp tearing sound suddenly rang in his mind, and Luther instantly felt a soul-crushing pain. Even he couldn't help but cry out in agony. In the midst of the intense pain, he seemed to feel something invisible being torn away from his body, causing a change in his emotions!

Immediately afterwards, [Luther] in the mirror suddenly moved.

"Brush."

He took a step forward.

The illusory body rapidly solidified within the Fog, breaking through the mirror and appearing in the Real World. This mirror figure looked exactly like Luther, with the same blood-red robe and the same handsome appearance. However, compared to Luther's original form, he appeared more gloomy.

"This is... me?"

Luther frowned, quickly realizing what had happened. Without the protection of the Tide, he, like the "Saint of Darkness," had been split apart by the Mirror!

He watched Luther's every move with vigilance.

The handsome young man who appeared in the Mirror stared blankly at Luther. The next moment, he suddenly reached into his holster and pulled out a gleaming silver Revolver.

"Brush!"

Just as Luther thought he was about to attack, a look of intense pain suddenly appeared on his face. Then, he pressed the muzzle of the Revolver against his temple and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

"Bang!"

The gunshots rang out, echoing through the mist.

What is this guy doing?!

Luther was utterly stunned, watching helplessly as his head in the mirror instantly turned into a mangled mess of Flesh. However, his severely injured body only swayed for a moment before standing still, and his mangled head quickly recovered.

He, like myself, possesses the ability of the Flesh and Blood Domain!

"Can't die"

In the mirror, [Luther] covered his head and looked at Revolver in despair. After a moment, he looked up at Luther, then, as if he had made a decision, he ran into the depths of the mist without looking back.

"Boom!"

His body burst into flames and vanished quickly.

"Flaming Jump"?

It's also my ability!

"Careful!"

M suddenly appeared, his expression more tense than ever before. "Don't let him get away!"

"I know!"

Luther cursed angrily and transformed into a fireball to give chase.

"What's going on?!"

During the flight, Luther shouted at M, "Is that a split personality of mine?"

For some unknown reason, he became extremely agitated.

"Very likely. Control yourself; your personality has split again, and you're extremely mentally unstable," M replied. "We must deal with him as soon as possible!"

"Boom!"

In the brief moment of their conversation, Luther had already caught up with the fireball ahead, and with a loud explosion, the clone of himself fell to the ground.

Compared to the original self, this split version of himself, although possessing various abilities, appears quite weak—just like Leomaster's frail, kind personality and the Black Knight's original self.

"Stop!"

Flames and smoke erupted from [Luther]'s body in the mirror, and he cried out in agony.

Why did you run away?

Luther followed closely behind, revealing himself and coldly questioning him.