After seven battles, Etella�s strategy was to wait for the rapid-fire sword to be consumed.

But now the number of weapons was infinite.

�why?�

Ethella shouted.

�What do you want?�If you want to kill, you can kill.�Why are you torturing me?�

Although he fought fiercely, he never saw that Chagall had no chance.

�Because I hate you.�

When he realizes that his life and everything that happened in it was just a dream.

�You are not Tia.�

What is left of man?

�I will torment you.�Until you howl in despair, no, I�ll haunt you though!�continue!�continue!�forever!�

everything was a lie

When Chagall woke up, the only thing Chagall could be angry with was Ethella, who was Tia.

�I sympathize with your life.�But it has already reached the point where it can�t be forgiven.�I killed too many people.�

�not there yet.�

Chagall laughed bitterly.

�I will kill them all.�When I kill, kill, and kill again, until I am the only one left in this world.�

when that time comes

�You can tell.�what is real and what is false.�what my life was like.�

The fact that it wasn�t a lie made it even more frightening.

�go.�go anywhere�I will follow you.�I will kill everything connected to you.�You will experience the same pain as me.�

Ethella contemplated suicide.

If he took his own life here, would Chagall stop meaningless killing?

�it is not so.�

Ending Chagall�s life with his own hands was the only way for Master, the victims, and mankind.

While the two glared at each other, the few people who couldn�t escape managed to get up.

With just that brief slight movement, Chagall�s hand moved, and the rapid-fire sword penetrated the back of everyone�s head.

�Quack.�Kkkkkkkkk.�

The scenery distorted again around Chagall, who was staggering and shaking his shoulders.

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