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Facing the monstrous demon wolf charging straight at him, the God of Combat let out a cold laugh brimming with murderous intent.
This true god-level "Demon Hunter" unhurriedly raised his sword, pierced the chest of the Feathered Serpent in his hand, and tossed him aside.
The light of dawn illuminated half the spiritual world. Before the sharp sword light even fell, Calderón split down the middle, and the Marionette Army at the very front rapidly froze, melting in the orange-red light.
He walked out of Calderón step by step, sealing the place with light as he went to meet the enemy outside.
What rushed toward him was a terrifyingly dense Marionette Army, composed of Spirit World Creatures and Beyonders who had happened to be passing through the Spirit World. These little things, scarcely stronger than ants, drew none of the God of Combat's attention. His murderous intent locked onto just one person.
That Antigonus had lost his head to extreme hatred and charged straight at him was indeed an unexpected delight-ecstasy, even. Ever since cutting off the Mother of Heaven's head, he had been worrying about and guarding against a possible attack from the awakened Antigonus, concerned that the "Half-Fool" might employ some terrifying means. But now, the monster came charging with his Marionette Army.
"Where are you hiding..."
The target he had locked onto was somewhat elusive. This heightened the God of Combat's vigilance, making him suspect that his opponent had borrowed the Lord of the Mysteries' consciousness or authority, or perhaps that "Sefirah Castle" was responding. His knowledge of these three pathways was very limited, but he still made the most direct judgment.
The spiritual power spilling from the "Half-Fool" seemed greater than that of an ordinary King of Angel. Perhaps he had strengthened himself through "history."