"Bang! Bang!"
The sounds of exploding flesh rang out one after another, as clouds of bloody mist burst from the procession surrounding the distorted Dragon.
Before this, the half-mad, out-of-control [Greed] had already extended his consciousness toward Luther, intending to secretly invade his subconscious island and take complete control of him. What greeted him, however, was the viscous phantom tide. The terrifying corruption within it surged backward along the connection between them, flooding his mental world!
"Aaaaargh!!!"
The human face on the Dragon's chest let out a piercing wail. Crimson tears streamed through the holes in its white mask, and his entire body spasmed and convulsed.
On both sides of the street, the clothed beasts quietly watched the scene. Some of those closer by even abandoned all decorum and lay on the ground, greedily licking up the blood with their tongues.
More of the beasts simply stood where they were, enjoying this grand performance.
"Whew..."
Luther drew a deep breath, finally recovering from his brief loss of control.
He raised the pitch-black Blade of Flesh and Spirit again and charged toward the Dragon opposite him.
The Dragon looked at him, a trace of fear appearing in his previously crazed eyes.
Though he was already half-mad, his spiritual instincts still warned him of the danger Luther posed. This black knight, who appeared to be only Sequence 4, harbored an even more terrifying hidden power! "Whoosh!"
He spread his wings of fleshy membrane and rose on the wind. Then he turned and actually fled straight into the distance.
Trying to run?
Luther had no intention of letting him go. With a lift of his arm, the pitch-black greatsword instantly left his hand and shot toward the airborne Dragon. The blade sliced through the air at tremendous speed, catching up to the Dragon