The pain of having his arm twisted off did not interrupt Gelman's thoughts or hinder his movements.
The Scythe of Funeral slashed at an angle, swift as a waning moon. With a hiss, it left a horrifying wound on "Darkness."
"Darkness" merely glanced at the wound before throwing itself back into its fight with Gelman.
Meanwhile, Gelman's arm, which had been twisted off, rotated in the opposite direction, and the torn flesh healed at incredible speed.
With a single slash, Gelman was back to normal, as if he had never been injured.
In the distance, the Lantern Teleport point lit up at just the right moment. Waves of energy spread incessantly in every direction before drawing in light and darkness.
Like "Darkness," Gelman could seize the power of nearby life-forms and use it for himself.
"Darkness" was not surprised. It silently raised the Demon King Greatsword and brought it down three times in quick succession, making its response clear.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Wielding the Scythe of Funeral, Gelman met "Darkness" head-on. The ground was battered into countless fragments that bounced up and down without pause.
"Heh... Let's change locations again..."
At a certain moment, the pocket watch in "Darkness's" left hand rippled with strange waves once more. In the blink of an eye, a pitch-black curtain swept both demigods away.
Ging stood with his hands in his pockets in the courtyard of the Ancient Labyrinth Castle, watching the Moose Centaurs bend their four legs, lower their heavy bodies, and pray with their eyes closed.
The Moose Centaurs were praying to the "Blood Red Moon" above them. It was the god their tribe worshiped, and at long last, it had responded to its followers.
They believed that the "Blood Red Moon" had appeared in answer to their century of prayer