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Crack!
The white giant bird collided with the crimson sword.
The crimson sword shattered like porcelain dropped onto the floor.
It shattered even faster and more completely than the earlier crimson sword, which had been nothing but bluff and bluster.
It was as though the false crimson sword formed earlier from the auras of [Death Abyss] and [Blood of the Night] had been real, while this crimson sword, which clearly unleashed the full power of [Death Abyss] and [Blood of the Night], was the fake.
But real or fake, it made no difference.
Both shattered.
The sword shattered.
And so did the man.
Dale Bock's entire body shattered as the white giant bird swept past him.
Unlike before, when he had relied on [Blood of the Night] to recover.
This time, [Blood of the Night] did not restore Dale Bock.
Not because Dale Bock did not want it to.
But because it could not!
The death aura condensed by [Death Abyss] suddenly went out of control.
Confronted with the figure who had unleashed the white giant bird with a sword stroke, the previously obedient death aura defied the [Death Abyss] ritual. When Dale Bock frantically drove the [Death Abyss] ritual with his [Spirituality], the death aura that had defied it began to run rampant.
It rampaged in every direction, destroying the ritual circle of the [Death Abyss] ritual.
It surged wildly about, corroding the evil vitality born from blood within [Blood of the Night].
It tore through everything that bound it.
Then...
Freed from its shackles, it rushed toward its kin: the South Los Medium sitting inside West Berlin Castle, holding a glass of coconut juice and considering whether to have another plate of roast pork.
Through the remnants of the [Death Abyss] ritual, Dale Bock witnessed this scene.