The clash of the metal longsword against the ground echoed before Aitandinburg's city gates like the toll of a great bell.
Everyone stared blankly at the Upper Evil Spirit's corpse on the ground.
What... was it doing?
Committing suicide?
Why had it done that?
Could it have been just to avoid making things difficult for that young man?
Th-this was too absurd.
They were enemies!
Who would consider an enemy's circumstances?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Chaotic thoughts flooded everyone's minds. Whether they were shocked, confused, or disbelieving, their gazes were firmly Lock-On the Upper Evil Spirit's corpse.
Including that young man's captain.
In truth, the captain was equally shocked.
However, his reaction was exceedingly swift.
Clang!
The longsword left its sheath, a layer of the War God's radiance clinging to it as he struck like the wind.
Within a breath, the Upper Evil Spirit's corpse was minced to pieces.
Since you wanted to die!
Then I'll grant your wish!
The captain sneered inwardly.
His extensive life experience, countless missions and battles, and unwavering faith in the War God had made his heart as hard as iron.
He would not concern himself with anything.
Nor would he overthink matters.
All he needed to do was obey the priest's orders and carry out the War God's will: kill the enemy before him.
Even if that enemy appeared immortal... it made no difference.
He knew very well that so-called immortality was merely an illusion!
Other than His Excellency the War God, no one was immortal!
As long as one surpassed a certain threshold, so-called immortality was nothing but a joke.
As it happened, the Temple of the War God possessed such secret arts.
Combined with his swordsmanship, even if certain Aberrations were slain, they could not possibly "revive"!
The captain was extremely confident in