The corpses twisted and collapsed, turning into motes of light and vanishing. Zhao Bai dragged his scythe forward.
Einstein sighed from outside. "Doesn't living like you do get exhausting?"
Bored?
How could that be? He was enjoying himself.
The scythe sliced through the air, and an azure crescent three meters in diameter appeared before him, smooth and fierce. There were none of Rita's flashy acrobatics, nor Seele's girlish lack of control. In Zhao Bai's hands, a scythe was simply a scythe. Slaughtering was as easy as cutting grass. He swung it broadly, leaving wails and collapsing corpses in his wake.
From one end of the street to the other.
When the last monster collapsed into fundamental particles, he let out a long breath. His journey through Stigmata Space had come to an end.
Before his eyes, there was only light.
The next moment, he found himself lying on the ground, his head covered by a wired helmet.
Zhao Bai got up and looked at Seele.
Within Stigmata Space, he had taught Seele two things: "Even strangers will lend a helping hand," and "Face your desires. Even if those desires are selfish and not so noble or righteous, say them aloud."
How much effect would it have?
He was looking forward to it.
Chapter 250: So You're the One Who Bullied Seele?
Ever since Zhao Bai emerged from Stigmata Space, Seele had kept her head lowered without saying a word. Einstein silently pulled the electrified needle from the skin on Seele's chest, observing her condition as she did so, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dilated pupils, unfocused eyes. If she hasn't been shocked stupid, then her split personalities have begun to merge."
She said, "It's hard to imagine that someone like Theresa could cultivate such a capable and meticulous Stigmata