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"Silence: Oracle Shackles!" Ludwig's furious roar rang through the heavens.

The old Bishop had appeared high to Ludwig's left at some point, his white robes snapping in the wind.

Six pure-white chains of light shot out of the void, each wreathed in ancient Hebrew runes.

Mordred's pupils contracted sharply. He was just about to activate his blood escape when he discovered that an invisible hand seemed to have seized his throat. Ludwig's silencing spell could actually seal even a Saint Realm expert's words of power!

"Judgment: Archangel Sword!" Li Chen's voice rang out like divine punishment as he appeared to Mordred's right.

The heavens abruptly split open, and a flaming sword a hundred meters long burst through the clouds.

Liquid holy light flowed over its blade, twisting and shattering space wherever it passed.

Blood Demon True Form! Mordred could not speak, but he frantically drove his demonic art nonetheless.

His body instantly swelled, dark-red demonic markings solidifying into armor as three pairs of batlike blood wings sprouted from his back.

This was a life-saving ultimate technique that burned his blood essence. It had once withstood a blow from the Pope in his youth!

Yet.

Slash!

Li Chen's enormous flaming sword cleaved downward without the slightest resistance.

To his horror, Mordred discovered that his blood demon true form had been sliced in two like butter beneath a hot knife.

Sacred fire spread wildly along the severed surfaces, incinerating every drop of blood demon aura that tried to escape.

Mordred's mutilated body fell to its knees. Even in death, he never understood why Carlos had brought not a fat sheep for the slaughter, but two gods of slaughter.

Silence returned to the forest. Ludwig floated gently to the ground, his aged face flushed crimson. "That strike of yours, my lord... simply... simply..."