Had Blood Cloak and the others been there, they would have recognized the strangely glowing lamps Lynn had thrown at a glance.
[Soul Lamps that could summon calamity]!
And those were precisely why Lynn had dared to force his way through this turbulent forest of tentacles!
In that most difficult final stretch, the four Soul Lamps redirected the aggression of every tentacle around him, allowing him to charge almost unimpeded through the roiling forest, straight toward the Flesh Cultist holding the torch aloft!
"Hurry!!"
The Blood Demon's eyes were bloodshot as he turned, practically roaring.
And finally, at that very moment.
The remaining Flesh Cultists raised their fists and threw back their heads with long howls, splitting their bodies open amid immense agony and releasing dazzling bursts of world-breaking energy.
Boom-
Boom-
Explosions rang out one after another.
The cracks in the gate were growing more and more pronounced.
But at that very moment.
It was already too late.
The chill radiating from the azure Monomolecular Sword suddenly brushed the Blood Demon's cheek. By the time he turned his head, the blade was rapidly expanding in his pupils, and Lynn's cold face was already mere inches away.
Slash-
The blade swept across his shoulder, splattering scarlet blood against the wall along with his severed arm and its torch.
"Aaargh-!"
That piercing scream rang out.
Lynn had already snatched the burning torch and mercilessly driven the Monomolecular Sword into his skull, piercing straight through the back of his head in a spray of blood and brains.
The expression on his face froze in that instant.
But at the very moment Lynn killed him, an extremely faint crack came from the distant gate, as though something had finally torn open at one corner. Under the pallid gazes of the Flesh Cultists standing