Chagall, who lowered his stance, was holding the fast-killing sword horizontally between the cutters.

�joy!�Let�s see!�

Just as he was about to crush the iron, Chagall twisted his wrist 90 degrees and raised the dagger.

�Aww!�My, my face!�

The blade hit his jaw, and Chagall hacked him to pieces with a deft hand.

With blades stuck in all vital points, Averio trembled without even falling down.

�uh?�uh?�Aaaaaa!�

Suddenly, his eyes widened and blood poured out in all directions like a balloon burst.

�senior?�It�s just outdated style.�

As Chagall turned his bloodstained body around, the man with the scythe turned pale.

�It�s a monster.�What the hell is that?�

A murderer who terrorized a city would have his own skills.

�That guy�s not on that level.�A nationwide or kingdom-wide wanted man.�perhaps���

He may have been pursued by the whole world.

�I don�t understand.�Isn�t that kind of karma not another karma, but a chain of fate?�

Shouldn�t it be Blade Hell or Cauldron Hell for a murderer of that level?

�Is that how important that woman is?�

As Chagall tried to approach, the man with the scythe aimed his weapon at Etella.

�stop!�If it comes, it will kill the woman.��Chagall stopped her, but showed no concern for Ethella.

�Kill.�If you can.�

�I am not kidding!�I will kill you for real!�If this woman dies, you won�t be safe either!�

�So kill me.�Because I don�t care.�

�this����!�

At the same time as the man with the scythe quickly turned around, Ethella threw herself away.

�Cheer up!�

The yin and yang wave fist beat the man�s belly like a drum, and blood poured from his mouth.

�Turn it off!�

Chagall put his foot on the back of the man who was suffering, clutching his stomach.

�Now tell me everything you know.�If you don�t want to end up like those seniors.�

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