"Boom!"
The explosion formed an expanding cloud of blood mist, intensely corrosive, that also obscured the Warrior Beyonder's vision. He roared and, instead of dodging, continued charging forward.
He intended to rely on his powerful defenses as a Guardian to withstand the damage and close in on his enemy!
The situation was turning against him. He had to eliminate this new reinforcement as quickly as possible, then use that item to slowly wear the others down...
Beyond the blood mist, a pitch-black greatsword awaited him.
The sharp, fathomless blade, which struck directly at the soul, cleaved straight down with brutal force. There was no technique to the blow, yet it carried an overwhelming momentum that even a Warrior like him could not withstand!
Terror rose on the Guardian's face. The Dawn Armor covering his body blazed with light, as though doing everything it could to resist.
Then he was cleanly split in two.
"Whoosh!"
"Splat!" Luther's blade swept down smoothly, as though it had met no resistance, leaving the bisected torso to send blood flying in all
directions.
"Does anything still feel wrong?"
He turned to ask Leonard.
"No..."
Leonard gave a dry laugh and instinctively touched his perfectly intact chest.
Did the Deacon just take out a piece of my lung...?
The thought came unbidden, and a phantom pain welled up in his chest.
Daly had also contracted the plague, but her higher Sequence meant her condition was much less severe. After the Warrior Beyonder was killed and the bone mirror stopped functioning, she quickly recovered, leaving only the symptoms of a mild cold.
Luther's gaze swept across Daly's face before settling on the silent, round-faced Demoness. Her black robe was torn in several places, exposing vivid red wounds. Combined with her delicate, beautiful face, the sight would certainly