Battle IV

"Pablo's other self was destroyed..."

The man in sacrificial robes wearing a bone mask stood atop a broken section of the opera house wall, gazing up at the "fireworks" blooming in the distance as he spoke blandly.

Beside him, Mason, his face covered in a thick beard, fell silent for several seconds before saying in a deep voice:

"This is going to be humiliating."

Five apostles had joined forces against a single mortal, only to have one of them killed in return. There was no defending that.

It was foreseeable that, for a long time to come, this incident would become a joke throughout the Land of Gods.

And Pablo's true body was surely furious and humiliated by now.

"We all underestimated the Red Sage. He truly is stronger than his teacher... One could even say that, across the mortal world, there are few mortals stronger than him."

As Ashirs spoke, he turned to look below.

The violet-eyed young man still stood amid the ruins of the concert hall, Philosopher's Sword in hand, looking languid and showing no intention of fleeing, as though quietly waiting for them.

Gilan's manner even gave God-Praise and Mason an inexplicable sense of absurdity.

What kind of strength and backing did he possess to be so utterly fearless? Surrounded by several apostles' other selves, he remained confident... even arrogant?!

"Though the Red Sage has yet to ascend, he has indeed reached the very pinnacle of the mortal world... We are merely other selves. If we want to take him down, we'll have to get serious."

Ashirs said with a soft chuckle.

"Let's go down, lest that little fellow think we're afraid of him. Heh, interesting."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

With a flash, he and Anthony reappeared amid the ruins of the concert hall.

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