Chapter 46 (1)

Chapter 46 (1)

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In the face of that overwhelming force, even Regis composure disappeared from his face.

As he extended one hand, he simultaneously lifted his staff.

The layers of purple distortion piled up before him, and from the swirling emptiness, the void creatures once again emerged.

Zwoong-! Zwoong-!

In an instant, right as Maeve was about to burst forth, breaking through two layers of distortion, a moment of anticipation.

The space in front of Regis tore vertically, revealing the elongated, insect- or arachnid-like legs that made one think of insects or arachnids.

At the end of those legs, sharp talons flew forth.

Maeve tilted her sword diagonally.

Ka-ga-ga-kak-

The swords edge deflected the talons, sending forth sparks of red fire.

The blade Maeve struck, outstretched all the way to the joint of his legs.

Serk-

The legs were severed, and the gap closed in an instant.

Regis appeared beyond the gap.

Maeve finally launched herself into the air.

The approaching void hunting dogs footsteps sounded increasingly desperate.

A sword that looked like a concentration of divine power descended vertically.

Regis had produced the maximum level of distortion almost simultaneously.

Card-dd-deuk-

The red trace clashed with the distortion.

The sword, a divine force that had extended nearly 2 meters, acted like a spinning saw, shattering the distortions one after another.

However, it was clear that the force was gradually diminishing.

Right after that, the void hunting dogs lunged, their unseen fangs and claws attacking Maeve.

Card-deuk-!

Armor and chest plate crumpled, blood spraying once again.

Maeve was held from being flung away by the sword that pressed against the distortion.

Forces of opposing nature were pulling at each other.

Maeve clenched her teeth and pulled her jaw.

Her whole body was filled with strength.

From the grip on the swords hilt, a creaking sound and bone-cracking noises resounded as the divine power intertwined with the sword intensified in its red glow.

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As Regis regained his composure, astonishment spread across his face.

Ugh Aaaah-!

Maeve yelled out, releasing a near-screaming strike with her sword.

Even the final distortion shattered to pieces, and the red trace extended diagonally through Regis body.

Oh- ooooh-!

With a scream, Regis upper body suddenly split open.

Jetting blood and severed tentacles.

Maeve, who had finally pierced through the void hunting dog that had swung its sword while landing, had her hand on the ground at last.

You you damn bastard!

He turned his body as he spoke.

Thud, thump-

An area about the size of a palm, with cracks forming on the surface, glowed pale yellow.

Quaaah-

A white flame shot straight out, piercing through the gaps in space.

The legs writhed as if convulsing.

Kki-eeeex-!

A shriek that scratched at the eardrums burst forth from beyond the void curtain.

The eyes behind the curtain burst one by one as they turned ripe.

Ian laboriously stepped forward, exhaling fire until the end.

The legs retreated into the gaps in space as if convulsing in pain.

The shattered space slowly reassembled, regaining its original form.

The fire subsided.

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Regis, standing there with his body bent, appeared before them.

Ian gripped the hilt of his sword and whispered.

Your disciple almost died. Are you just going to watch?

Though it was a contemptuous remark, it carried a Sword of Condemnation as faint divine power surged.

Regis urgently reached out his hand.

Wait.

Without hesitation, Ian lifted the sword.

Crack-

Regis remaining waist barely held on before it was cut into pieces.

Ian swung his sword relentlessly.

Crack! Cracck!

Regis arms were severed.

Finally, Ian pressed down Regis neck with his foot, bending over him.

Let me tell you one thing.

He murmured.

The one youve served isnt a true ancient god. Its merely a pet kept by the gods.

What do you mean?

Serk-!

Ians sword sliced through the connection between Regis head and body.

Gyaah- Aaaah-!

A scream erupted from Regis mouth.

With a swift motion, Ian stood up, his foot on Regis face. He turned around to look.

With the sword gripped like a staff in both hands, Maeve stood barely on her feet.

Ian said.

Seems like the Sir should do wonder to this.

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