Under the night sky, at the other end of the red elevated bridge, Valente held the holy sword and slowly approached the Black Monster struggling to its feet before him.
Perhaps the numerous explosions on the river had sent water vapor rising, which turned into an unbroken drizzle when it met the cold air. The streetlights on the elevated bridge refracted through the raindrops into restless, sultry halos, glaringly bright and dazzling.
"Dragon Slayer, have you seen your fate clearly?"
"Is this your own choice?"
Bleeding all over, Fafnir taunted the [Dragon Slayer] walking toward him through the drizzle.
Only on the verge of death had he glimpsed the true script. But the Dragon Slayer, who possessed [Word Spirit: Dragon-Slaying Slash], could not possibly know nothing of what was about to happen. After saying this, Fafnir deliberately turned his head toward the Loire River.
On the river, that damned blond human was swimming rapidly toward him, looking extremely anxious.
At the other end of the Loire River, the [Troodon] that should have been carrying Xia Xiu had already died. He had been killed by Valente's sword light.
"Hahahaha-"
Never had Fafnir laughed so freely.
The [Crimson King]'s scripts were always so absurd and yet so exquisite: those who recognized the emptiness of life often lived on to sing the praises of suicide, while those who believed they had found life's meaning were always willing to die for it.
Clang-
A silver figure charged at the Black Monster, sword in hand. Facing the [Dragon Slayer] rushing toward him, the [Evil Dragon] moved forward of his own accord to meet him.
The [Balmung Holy Sword] pierced Fafnir's body without resistance, driving into his beating heart. Crimson blood showered Valente Bernard. The heart pierced by the [Balmung Holy Sword] was still pounding violently,