· A Long-Lost Pain!

In the pure-white, deathly silent world, a ripple suddenly spread. A rule known as the Covenants descended upon this place, and Lu Qiming instantly sensed the Divine Power inside him begin to weaken continuously, degrading into the power known as Magic Power. His body, once strong enough to shatter worlds, also began to weaken in tandem. But all of this was only on the surface. If he wished, he could break through the restrictions of the Covenants in an instant.

Only, if he did that, victory in this game would belong to the other side.

"This feeling really takes me back!"

Lu Qiming lowered his head and looked at the Magic Power spilling from the center of his palm. This power had once accompanied him as he grew from weakness. Ever since he became a god in Black Bullet World, it was only after arriving in the Game of Life world that he felt its existence again.

"But it's enough!"

The next second, Lu Qiming's hand closed around empty air, and two Short Swords appeared. Their blades were pitch-black, covered in golden holy script, with a blood-colored line running along the spine. A faint bloody mist shrouded the blades, and merely gazing at their existence made a bloodthirsty desire well up in one's heart, while the blood inside the body began to flow at high speed.

Opposite Lu Qiming, Azriel also noticed this. Behind her, some of the weaker Flügel had eyes that turned blood-red, the aura they emitted gradually becoming frenzied and bloodthirsty, while the blood inside their bodies transformed into a faint mist that spread outward.

"Raphael, be careful! There's something wrong with those two Short Swords!"

As Azriel spoke, the wings on her back spread open instantly. The halo above her head released a dazzling light, and