Professor Sylph confirmed the "Blood Holy Sword" in its hand once more, then said softly, "Next, I need your help."
The "Blood Source Sword Saint" seemed to understand and smiled brightly. "It would be my honor."
Aleister Eldritch immediately sensed an immense threat!
War was like this. Even the strong, once caught within it, had lives as cheap as grass.
"Lich" Ian Tuttle could not be called weak. Yet in a single exchange, he had been so terrified that his soul self-destructed, not even daring to take the "Ghost Eye," an artifact comparable to that of a demigod, with him.
The Oni Vernon could not be called weak either, but he had become a burden in this battle. Once Aleister Eldritch no longer had the leisure to watch over him, he died without a sound.
The other black-robed demons did not want to die meaninglessly like him, so they had been hiding their strength and slacking off.
But aside from the unnoticed Tower Demon Ata, who had successfully slipped away, the other black-robed demons had already sunk deep into the mire.
Fortunately, there was no mud in that mire.
Even from a great distance away, even with the Boundary-Breaking Thunder Sea separating them, even while locked in fierce battle.
Even the Vampire Nalar Vlad, who had only just been reborn from blood, sensed the Oni Vern's death.
First came the Mud Nightmare Dream Demon's death, then Lich Ian's death, and now it was the Oni Vern's turn. Who would be next?
When the Mud Nightmare Dream Demon died, they had not particularly cared, because it had been close to death already.
When the Lich died, they had not particularly cared either, because a Lich had a Life Casket.
But when an Oni died, it was truly dead.
In that