Death Arena

I want to... kill you.

Lorry removed his "Calm Mask" and "Knight's Hand," revealing his face, and stared into Altair's eyes as he spoke, word by word.

Altair chuckled, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Lorry quietly crushed the Charm in his palm, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

Altair frowned, realizing something was wrong.

But by then it was too late for him to activate the "Book of Dimensions".

Lorry quickly stroked the White Bone Ring and shouted out the words he had been holding back in Ancient Hermes: "The mystery here has weakened, reality has strengthened!"

He is now qualified to change the "Curse of Knowledge" skill!

Clatter

The second Charm was crushed.

His depleted Spirituality was replenished once again.

"Enlarge!"

Lorry amplified the effects of the Decree!

Although the power of "amplification" is greatly weakened by the limitations of this Decree itself, it is still enough to completely suppress Altair, who is only at Sequence 6!

His "Book of Dimensions" cannot be activated, and he cannot leave the Real World again!

At this moment, only two ordinary people remain in the valley.

"The ' Arbiter ' Demigod's Decree..." Altair felt an incredulous emptiness within his body, a sense of unease arising from the unexpected turn of events.

Lorry suppressed the urge to burst into laughter and slowly stood up, delivering his final declaration to Altair face was as black as the bottom of a pot:

I can kill you!

Before he finished speaking, he had already thrown a punch.

Altair promptly stuffed the "Book of Dimensions" into his pocket and let out a cold snort.

He swiftly countered with a backhand strike, slapping Lorry's attack off target. Rory's fist struck the air with a resounding crack.

Altair scoffed.

"Whether you are Beyonder or Luck like us who receive a blessing, your physical attributes will be enhanced with each advancement in your Sequence."

"Although I haven't formally studied martial arts, I can still defeat you with my physical strength..."

"Not difficult!"

After saying that, he made a gesture as if to throw a punch, then turned and ran away without hesitation.

Idiot... Altair glanced back and saw that Lorry wasn't chasing after him, and sneered repeatedly.

There was no falsehood in what I just said.

But this doesn't mean he has to do what the other party wants. As long as he leaves this area, dealing with a Sequence 8 is a piece of cake.

Especially when you've already figured out most of your opponent's cards.

Even if I had to start over, it wouldn't matter! With the "Book of Dimensions" in hand, the Little Pickpocket couldn't escape the ending I'd written for him!

At this moment, the valley entrance was almost within reach.

With the vast sky and sea right before him, Altair felt increasingly excited.

Suddenly, a huge creature pounced from the darkness.

Before Altair's expression Future even freeze, a piercing pain shot through his right shoulder, causing him to let out a Affliction howl.

He didn't even see what was attacking him before his right shoulder was firmly locked, and his body was violently flung through the air.

Finally, he was dragged back and slammed to the ground.

The fall left Altair dizzy and disoriented, and it took him almost half a minute to recover.

By the faint moonlight, he finally saw the entirety of the enormous creature.

A large, black dog with glossy fur!

His mood was like a rollercoaster ride, suddenly plummeting from heaven to hell. His face twitched uncontrollably, and he abruptly looked up at Lorry:

"Is it your helper?"

The answer he received was a clenched fist.

"****!"

Altair cursed under his breath and quickly ducked to avoid the punch.

He admitted that he had tried to stall for time, but he didn't expect Lorry to give him that chance and act so decisively.

Did you really think I was afraid of you? Thinking of the black dog crouching not far away, watching him intently to prevent his escape, Altair felt a surge of malice.

He charged forward, trying to use his positional advantage to overpower Lorry.

At such close range, even if Lorry was fast, he couldn't dodge in time and was immediately pounced on by Altair, who grabbed him around the waist and pushed him backward forcefully.

He calmly retreated step by step, following the other person's force, but tried his best to maintain his balance and keep himself standing.

Then...

Using inertia, it suddenly and actively flips backward.

Lorry fell heavily to the ground, seeing stars from the impact; but Altair was thrown several meters and crashed to the ground even harder.

"Looks like you really haven't had any formal training in combat." Lorry seized the opportunity, quickly got up, pounced on Altair, and clenched his fists to keep punching him down.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Fists rained down on him.

Altair couldn't help but wail repeatedly. His once handsome features quickly became distorted, making him look quite miserable. He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with his teeth.

He didn't give up resisting and suddenly kicked Lorry in the chest.

Lorry reacted swiftly, grabbing the other person's calves with both hands, enduring the tightness in his chest, and staggering back two or three steps.

He gritted his teeth, swallowed the metallic taste in his mouth, and suddenly exerted his strength to drag Altair seven or eight steps. He then quickly bent down, picked up Altaïr, and slammed him to the ground with all his might.

"Bang!"

This powerful takedown broke Altair's last lifeline.

His breathing became visibly weak, his chest almost stopped rising and falling, and he barely opened his bloodied eyes. Gone was his previous arrogance; his gaze was filled with pleading as he moved his lips.

Overwhelmed with pity, Lorry punched the other man and broke his jaw.

Then, he began to repeat what he had just done.

One punch, one punch, and another punch.

The dark clouds dispersed, and Crimson Moonlight spilled across the earth. Thumping sounds echoed through the empty valley, along with faint, trembling, suppressed sobs.

"This punch is for Old Perry!"

"This punch is on behalf of Mr. Miles!"

"That punch was from the Lieutenant Colonel!"

"That punch was for his first subordinate!"

"The second one!"

"The third, the fourth, the fifth..."

Seeing that Lorry had already begun counting the innocent victims of the Evil God's sacrifice, the White Bone Ring, which had initially felt very gratifying, couldn't help but float in front of him:

"Kid, stop counting. This guy was already dead when you were collecting debts for Vera's twenty-seventh subordinate..."

"Your top priority right now is ' Spirit Channeling,' do you hear me?! Have you forgotten? We still need to obtain information from Parliamentarian Begat!"

Lorry silently raised his head.

The cold indifference hidden in those dark eyes sent a chill down the spine of the White Bone Ring.

"Kid, are you alright?"

Huff... Lorry closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and after a moment opened his dark eyes again, nodding slightly at the White Bone Ring:

"I'm fine, I feel much better now."

"Begin the Spirit Channeling."

He took out Spirituality potent materials from his pocket, quickly set up the ritual, and summoned a dazed Spirit Body from Altair's Corpse.

Lorry wasted no more time and asked the question he had prepared beforehand:

"Tell me how you and Parliamentarian Begat colluded? What did you plot? Where can I find any evidence?"

"Say what you know, but don't mention anything irrelevant, especially the Honorific Name the Evil God you worship or any other Evil God."

Altair's Spirit Body answered without hesitation:

"It was divine guidance; a great Supreme Being revealed to me in a dream that I could receive some help from Parliamentarian Begat."

He comes from the "Rose School" and was ordered to infiltrate Backlund.