The Incarnation

High above the Arthur Empire, two figures still stood suspended in the air.

The many church Priests watching the area around them were filled with all kinds of worries. But what they imagined was very different from what was on Arthur's mind at that moment.

At that instant, as he sensed the changes in Dulong before him, Arthur's expression remained perfectly calm. He showed no sign of being affected.

His face was serene. His long black hair hung down, and he held the Silver Longsword firmly in his hand. His entire body stood straight in midair as he calmly watched the scene before him. He looked unchanged in every way.

The changes taking place in Dulong seemed to have no effect on him at all. Not even his gaze or expression shifted in the slightest.

His composure left Dulong somewhat surprised. He opened his mouth, baring a row of sharp teeth, and gave a ferocious grin. "You don't seem afraid at all."

"Is the way I look not frightening enough? Or am I still too weak to make you feel fear?"

He stood in midair, facing Arthur. His body had become grotesquely distorted, and was now steadily drawing closer to the form of the God of Slaughter.

In truth, by this point, Dulong's human aura had nearly vanished from Arthur's senses. His very essence had grown almost indistinguishable from that of the God of Slaughter. It would hardly be wrong to say they were one and the same.

In a sense, Dulong still looked like himself, but the truth was that the God of Slaughter was wearing his skin. Calling him an incarnation of the God of Slaughter, come down to this place, would not be an exaggeration.

"The way you look now makes me sick..."

Arthur's expression stayed calm