Chapter 13: The End

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the holy lance symbolizing the end of civilization thrust fiercely toward him, while the spell for harvesting Spirit power showed no reaction whatsoever.

Not only that, but even his three great Demon Kings had become extremely sluggish under the influence of an unknown power.

A chill suddenly exploded down Westcott's spine.

It was as if a vengeful ghost were blowing a dark, cold wind against the back of his neck, bringing bone-deep frost that froze his muscles, shattered his bones, and chilled his soul, making even the spiritual power swirling around him tremble.

For a moment, he felt like an ant facing the wheels of a truck.

He could not comprehend it, nor did he dare accept it... In his perception, it was as though a star were crashing into him.

Westcott stared at the Spirit before him in disbelief, at this being who should never have been able to resist the Spirit spell and should have become his nourishment, and shouted in near terror:

"You're not a Spirit!!!"

The youth did not answer. He merely swung the weapon in his hand, and the shaft of the lance symbolizing the end smashed brutally toward the man who might have rewritten the world, as thick and crude as a dog-beating stick, flashing like lightning.

Amid the thunderous explosion, Westcott's power cracked apart under the despairing impact, while blood shot into the air like arrows loosed from a bowstring.

"Fucking idiot."

The youth of the Sequence One Divine Spirit Race looked at the man lying like a dead dog in the deep crater, turned away, and snapped his fingers.

The next moment, undying flames mixed with virulent poison erupted from the crater.

P.S.: Looks like I'll be hitting 10k today.

Chapter 13: The End

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