Clang! He could no longer hold the enormous scythe. It slipped from his grasp and struck the ground with a sharp ring.
As if every bone had been pulled from his body, his knees buckled, and he sank helplessly to his knees before Gern with a thud.
His body convulsed violently. Only a shred of lingering instinct kept him from collapsing completely.
Gern stared expressionlessly at the man kneeling before him, slowly extended his left hand, and seized the hard Ram Skull Mask.
Hum! A pure white ring of High-Frequency Vibration energy instantly appeared in his palm, enveloping both the mask and the head beneath it!
"Urgh..." The Sheep-Skull-Masked God Knight let out one final, muffled cry of agony.
Gern abruptly clenched his fingers!
Crack! The seemingly sturdy Ram Skull Mask, along with the fittings securing it beneath,
shattered into countless fragments under the extreme High-Frequency Vibration, sending shards flying in every direction!
Beneath the mask was a somewhat aged face, now contorted in excruciating pain, with blood continuously spilling from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth!
Those once cold, arrogant eyes held nothing but a vacant haze and despair.
Gern lowered his gaze, looking coldly down at that face as his right hand slowly raised Black Blade: Eight Desolations, still wreathed in the lightning of Dark Purple Conqueror's Coating.
"I told you..."
"I don't have time to play..."
"Your little games of house!" The instant the words left his mouth, his blade flashed!
Whoosh! An intensely concentrated black-purple slash swept past!
It met no resistance.
The Sheep-Skull-Masked God Knight's head separated from his neck in an instant!
This time, there was no trace of that strange immortality. Warm blood erupted skyward from the severed neck like a fountain!
Gern did not let so much as a drop of the