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Drip-
Jet-black blood flowed down the black spear shaft. The Prophet had deeply burrowed the Blasphemy Spear into himself, allowing the fatal power embedded within to seep out and kill his vital organs—his heart included—simultaneously.
“…”
Seeing the horrifying sight of contaminated blood beginning to seep out through the golden cracks, Karl reached out again.
“…He’s not here?”
Karl met eyes with the Prophet, whose tilted back head had slowly returned upright.
“Lee Se-Hoon… that monster isn’t here…?”
“…”
“No… I see now. You disguised yourself as Him? To think you’d stoop to such pathetic tactics. How laughable.”
Squelp-
The Prophet forcibly pulled the Blasphemy Spear out from between his brows. Then, one by one, the injuries of his body began healing. It was clear: the Prophet’s recuperative power completely rejected the idea of a lethal strike.
It was a sight that made Karl smile bitterly.
“…Do you not realize what you’ve done?”
“Silence.”
“That power is forbidden in this world. It is a heretical force beyond God, beyond the very laws of the world.”
“Be quiet.”
“Why would you make such a choice—”
BOOM!
Karl couldn’t finish—his head had been blown apart by the Prophet’s fist.
“I TOLD YOU TO BE QUIET!!!”
CRASH!
Infuriated, the Prophet continued his merciless onslaught on the headless body. And, unable to endure the Prophet’s onslaught, Karl’s body was just smashed deeper and deeper into the ground. Only golden and black sparks could be seen.
“Don’t imitate Him!”
Bang!
“Don’t speak with His voice!!”
Crackle-
“Don’t… look at me with His eyes!!!”
Crunch!
The Prophet frantically tore apart Karl’s flesh with his fists and nails, releasing an energy that shook Salvation Radiance and made more cracks spread.
Woong-
A purple haze spread all around, hastily repairing the cracks. Seeing that, the Prophet’s eyes widened.
Yes… this really is a dream created by Lee Se-Hoon. There truly is no way He would treat me like this!
Believing the repulsive imitation was to make a mockery of him, the Prophet resolved to do whatever it took to escape and began gathering his full strength to tear apart the nightmare—
“Sinclair.”
The Prophet’s body froze at the low voice. His fingertips faintly trembled.
No.
Desperately trying to convince...
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