The Dust Settled

The protection could block three attacks from a Dead Apostle. Even though Jester Karture had become one of the Evils of Humanity, he was still a Dead Apostle at his core.

As long as he was a Dead Apostle, his power made no difference. Even if Zelretch himself attacked, three of his strikes would still be nullified.

As Excalibur finished charging, dazzling light filled Jester Karture's vision.

Impossible. I've only just gained this power. I haven't had my revenge. I haven't killed those bastards. I can't die!

Then, with Jester Karture at the center, wave after wave of Blood Hell erupted. Countless torrents of blood surged indiscriminately from the ground.

Each torrent was roughly ten meters across, engulfing everyone present. This was Jester Karture's last, desperate resistance.

The others kept darting and shifting to avoid the attacks. There was no visible warning, but they could sense the surge of magical energy beneath their feet.

As long as they reacted quickly enough, they could dodge. As agents of the Counter Force, they were capable of at least that much.

While everyone was dodging, they saw Yuan Shikai swallowed by a torrent once again.

Just as they began to worry about him, a dazzling light pierced through the surrounding flood.

A shout of Excalibur! rang out, and the light of the holy sword tore through every torrent in its path before swallowing Jester Karture whole.

The moment it struck him, Jester Karture felt every cell in his body burning.

As a Dead Apostle, Jester Karture had six lives. His evolution into one of the Evils of Humanity had doubled that number.

Twelve lives—enough to rival Heracles' twelve trials.

But after taking that strike from Excalibur, he felt himself die and revive over and over.

In his form as one of the Evils