His little knife could not cut through it—hell, it could not even leave a scratch on it!
"Why... why is this happening..." Roa's hand shook violently around the knife, his face filled with despair and collapse.
His ultimate trump card, the "truth" he had only obtained through countless reincarnations, was actually so laughable and powerless before this human!
Mo Wang looked at him like that and could not even be bothered to waste more words. He raised his hand toward Roa and clenched it lightly in the air.
Roa did not even manage to scream. His entire existence was like pencil writing erased by a rubber, vanishing without a trace in an instant, without leaving even the faintest hint that he had ever existed.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
The expressions on the faces of the remaining members of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of Dead Apostles shifted rapidly from that faint sliver of expectation just moments ago, to complete blankness, and then to despair and absurdity that sank deep into their bones.
Just now... for one instant, they had actually thought that lunatic Roa might have had a chance? They must have all gone insane together!
Watching Mo Wang, who even wore a faintly bored expression after dealing with Roa, walk toward them step by step, the surviving Dead Apostles had only one thought left in their minds, an almost instinctive, absurd thought born from extreme terror:
Agh—! Big boss! If we ask for a truce now... is it too late?!
As the final member of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of Dead Apostles turned into Nihility in Mo Wang's hands, Millennium Castle's resistance completely collapsed.
The remaining Dead Apostles were either cleaned up by the Servants or fled in panic. In practical terms, this ancient castle had already been breached.
Arcueid stood in the