Raven feathers spiraled out, constantly turning into black energy that pounced on the protrusions where he had been pierced, wrapping them layer after layer. The ghostly blue glow was like countless cold, blinking eyes, mingled among the black energy, swimming ceaselessly as it blocked Grim Reaper Herpo's escape.
Seeing that Grim Reaper Herpo had no mind for defense and was only bent on fleeing without counterattacking, the scene began to turn even bloodier and more primal.
Many Raven Feathers passed through the energy net and transformed into an endless swarm of ravens with sharp beaks and claws. They flapped their wings and threw themselves forward, tearing at the flesh on Grim Reaper Herpo's body and using their beaks to attack his vulnerable spots. These ravens' assault was even fiercer; great chunks of flesh were ripped from his body, and the blood and minced meat of a living being scattered in all directions. The screams of a living being began to ring out.
"Father, why did you wait so long before using this move? Did you not realize it before? Then when did you realize it... what if you hadn't?" Thinking of what might have happened if her father had not realized it, Helena nervously clenched the hem of her skirt.
"If we hadn't found the right chance to get close and catch him off guard, then once Grim Reaper Herpo learned our true purpose in advance, he definitely wouldn't have let us approach. If he continued sending those Undead Creatures to attack the world of the living, it would have been rather troublesome. After all, if it were only a war of attrition, we couldn't afford to compete with Undead Creatures that could regenerate endlessly... But that should also conflict somewhat with his Divine Office, so it probably wouldn't quite