Della, who was being attacked with half-open eyes, suddenly witnessed a strange sight.

�what?�

Around Chagall�s body, things that were not real colors shimmered grotesquely.

And the next moment, he began to stab the rapid-fire sword at an unexpected place, not at Della.

�I don�t have anything?�

But surprisingly, the blade of the rapid-fire sword was disappearing as if something had really been stabbed.

�The other world?�

It is killing the existence of another dimension.

�Knock-knock!�Knock-knock!�

The reason why I feel good even in the midst of extinction is that Chagall�s situation is not that different.

Della hugged Chagall.

�Poke it as much as you like.�don�t wait in hell�At that time, I will repay you hundreds of millions of times what I am now.�

Chagall turned her away without even listening.

And he continued to stab her abdomen, where there was nowhere else to stab, and moved forward.

The feeling of a hand tearing through the flesh.

Like an obsessive-compulsive patient, the only thing that moved Chagall was the sense of impact in that brief moment.

Consciousness goes away.

�Tia.�

As his consciousness grew farther away, the numerous anguish that plagued him in reality dispersed like smoke.

�Tia!�

The last quick-fire sword I had been saving for one hit was thrust deep into Della�s forehead.

An eyeball pops out of her eye socket with a crackling sound����.

�Now!�

Etella�s regime aimed at Chagall�s side.

When Chagall turned his head, his pupils were so cloudy and dark that he could not be thought of as a human being.

�Master�s enemy.�

And now he�s after Ethella

He was also the enemy of the 6,000 people he killed on the way.

Chagall, who had used up all his rapid-fire swords, swung his fist, but Etella was prepared.

Taking the blow to her shoulder, she twisted and thrust her fist into her ribs. JrNovels.com