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The blood mist was torn apart, then vanished into nothingness.

Holy light dispelled the unclean red fog.

The grotesque creatures emerging from the blood mist launched their attack—

But it was of no use.

Before her brain could react, her body had already performed the optimal evasive maneuver on its own.

Her speed was so great that it was practically teleportation.

The White Horns Sarkaz prayed inwardly.

She believed her god had done this.

As her god's apostle—

She ought to bring her god's enemies to an end.

Light wreathed the sword clenched in Kuisaxinna's hand—

Then it swept through the Blood Demon Grand Duke's body.

"..."

Ducale lowered his head and looked at his body.

The line of blood emerging from his waist proved that he had just been cut in half.

"Not a bad attack."

The Blood Demon Grand Duke said so.

But it was futile.

He was the lord of the Blood Demon Court—

His regenerative ability had reached a level comparable to immortality.

The line of blood at his waist rapidly faded.

The figure of the White Horns Sarkaz reflected in his scarlet eyes.

Ducale extended his hand.

He was the Overlord of blood.

Blood should have obeyed his command in the first place.

"..."

The White Horns Sarkaz's expression changed.

She felt an unknown force attempting to affect her body, making her blood leave her body on its own.

There was no doubt that the Blood Demon Grand Duke was responsible.

Then, a barrier appeared around Kuisaxinna, blocking the effects of Originium Arts on her body.

Sword light flashed forth again.

Blood-red mist swirled around its master, blocking the opponent's attack.

Ducale stood where he was.

His Originium Arts had been temporarily nullified.

His control over the blood within the Confessors had failed.

Was it