Sumodo said.

�Natasha, don�t be rash.�

<Law killing>, which is evaluated as mankind�s worst weapon.

�Law Murder.�It�s not a problem to solve here.�

It was my first time seeing it with my own eyes, but considering the brutal history contained in the dagger, I had to approach it carefully.

�Answer me honestly.�what are you decorating?�What is my intention in <Slaughter>?�

Natasha�s arms swelled as Crouch fell silent.

�Big!�

Crouch�s head, which was caught in both hands, collapsed like a balloon with a thunderous sound.

�The face skeleton is steel, but it�s monstrous strength.�

For Natasha, who is ruled by incarnations, the limitations of her physical abilities are meaningless.

�Sumodo, what should I do?�I don�t think I feel any pain.�Then you can�t even torture.�

�no.�That�s it.�

Sumodo made the decision.

�Just keep it like this. <Slaughter> changes the law.�As long as it�s stuck in your chest, nothing happens.�

�Aha, is that so?�

Crouch�s eyes flashed with despair.

�I�m holding out here.�I�ll tell Vulcan and come back.�If Abella goes���

Dang.�Dang.�Dang.

The moment Sumodo turned around, he heard a bell announcing midnight on the other side of the wall.

�Quack.�

The corners of Crouch�s mouth parted grotesquely.

�I won.�

Sumodo shouted.

�Natasha!�Kill!�

As soon as the words fell, all of Natasha�s fingers stood up, and Crouch�s head shattered as if juice were being squeezed out.

�It�s a good muscle.�

At the end of his life, Crouch twisted the handle of his dagger with all his might.

�It�s the perfect muscle.�

It was a muscle so strong that even an arrow could bounce off it, so the dagger cut with a clicking sound. JrNovels.com