What was the definition of slaughter? I would define it as an activity with the purpose of ending your enemy’s life.
The multiple Rolands before me were probably the purest weapons of slaughter in this entire world.
They had kindly smiles on their handsome faces, yet their eyes weren’t smiling at all. They had no killing intent whatsoever, yet they acted in order to slaughter.
“Honestly, whom did they learn this abnormal way of smiling while killing from?”
[…Could you please have a little more self-awareness? Whom are they cloned from? Who’s the one who smiles more happily when in greater danger?]
“…Karwenz.”
[…Just keep acting…]
Perhaps I knew that there weren’t many chances left as I kept chatting with the foolish Goddess of Order who had messed everything up. I actually treasured our conversation for once.
As for the battlefield? Things were going quite well, reaching the point where I didn’t need to pay it much attention.
Currently, Karwenz was just like a trapped beast who was being hunted. Even though he was still furious, arrogant, and threatening, his body was already filled with ice spears and ice swords. Just the amount of blood constantly spilling from his body was more than enough to kill any ordinary living creature of blood loss.
This group of smiling Rolands had no pity, anger, or even hostility. Yet, each and every one of their attacks was highly dangerous.
They transformed into dragons, used ultimate attacks, and traded injuries. Even if they had to pay with their lives, it was worth it as long as they left a single unhealable injury on Karwenz.
Even I, the creator of this clone army technique, hadn’t imagined just how dangerous “I” would be when going all out without regards to my life.
Karwenz was incredibly strong when pushed to the brink. He was strong to the point where I wanted to despair. I discovered to my surprise that his power level actually faintly exceeded that of Sophocles.
However, when confronted with 1342 Rolands, even though those Rolands were only about half my power level, Karwenz’s strength was still meaningless.
For instance, if a Sword Saint from the samurai generation had to face an unending horde of mechas, then he would be facing an enemy that he was incapable of confronting head-on due to an overwhelming difference in strength.
Things were even more unfair for Karwenz because the moment that he attacked a “Roland”, the damage he inflicted upon the Roland would be reflected right back at him, while the Rolands had no fear of death from Vengeance’s damage reflection ability.
Since the Rolands’ power level wasn’t too shabby, and Karwenz was unable to go all out, it was only natural that the side with the numbers advantage would win.
“Hey, Roland! Do you dare—”
“I don’t dare.”
I could already guess what this single-celled organism was going to shout to me. It would basically be something like “have a direct fight against me” or something equally useless. Would any verbal taunts have a meaning against me…? Besides, the current me only had enough strength remaining to watch the battle. In fact, even watching was rather difficult.
My vision had become really hazy. I could only understand what was happening before me through my sense for life. It seemed that my sense of hearing was also losing effect as my physical body and soul collapsed.
“Scram!”
Karwenz appeared to be rampaging as his aura suddenly magnified significantly.
The entire world was ignited as the chaotic domain tried to break space itself. As long as Karwenz managed to escape from here, it was indeed true that I would no longer have the strength to set up another battle against Karwenz.
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However, before Karwenz could tear apart the seal on space itself, the Rolands created a barrier of ice which stabilized the spatial distortion.
Although I could no longer see things clearly, I could sense that Karwenz was gradually being weakened, weakened, and weakened even more. His life force was like a candle flickering in the wind that might go out at any moment.
“Haha, how pitiful.”
The foolish Goddess of Order sent me an image. My wild younger brother was currently being pierced in the sky by a sea of ice spears. The Rolands were completing the final harvest.
Pitiful screams sounded in my ears. Karwenz’s Demon God blood kept dripping on the snow. His soulfire was fluttering, yet it still refused to go out.
“Why must I always risk my life in battle?”
Past memories kept flashing in my mind like a movie. Just how many times was it now that I saw past memories before I died? Couldn’t my enemies please be slightly weaker?
My physical body had already lost its consciousness. Karwenz’s screams still continued. It seemed likely that I would collapse before him at this rate, but luckily…
I could sense that Wumianzhe’s shadow appeared above my head once more. His gavel swung down for the final judgement of this battle.
“It’s finally over…”
When a silver flash filled my field of vision, I smiled in satisfaction, a smile which truly came from my heart.
And then, I saw nothing but familiar pitch-black…
“…This time, I can really have a nice long nap.”
“Sleep? It’s finally over? What a nice dream you must be having!”
A familiar angry roar came from beside me. Could it be that Karwenz had broken free from my cage?
I suddenly woke up in astonishment to discover that I was no longer in the deepest level of the Chaos Abyss.
I was now in an endless river with such familiar dark gray water with countless souls floating within. The furious fellow in front of me seemed rather familiar.
“…Karwenz?”
I was rather astonished because he was now before me as an equally weak soul.
“Ha.”
I finally understood the current situation. It seemed that no matter who had died first, we were now both dead, which meant that everything was over.
I laughed since I could still reincarnate, which was far better than the worst outcome that I had expected.
“Finally over? Don’t even think about it! Just stay here and suck your thumb while you witness how I open the door to the dimensional barrier!”
Karwenz’s words were rather ridiculous. What could he even do in such a condition? However, I immediately understood in the very next instant.
Karwenz’s soul’s eyes lost the color of emotion and became no different from the other dead souls here who had no self will. Where could his consciousness have gone under such circumstances?
“…He transferred his consciousness? He has another descendant?”
I then recalled Karwenz’s previous threat: “there’s my bloodline that both you and I know about”. Damn it all!
“Reyne!?”