"Hahaha!"
"I will succeed!"
"I will definitely succeed."
"You! You cannot stop me!"
The thorns entwining the Withered grew redder and then exploded in an instant, with black blood flying like arrows, piercing the bodies of the surrounding Servants.
"Ahhhh!"
"Damn lunatic, ahhh! You will definitely die!"
"No, no!"
In an instant, wailing was heard everywhere as the dying Slave Merchants howled, trying to escape this terrible "rain," but ultimately being eroded clean by the poisonous blood.
They turned into a land of bones, swallowed by the thorns surging from the ground.
The Withered stood before the land of bones, raising his hands high, incessantly roaring:
"I will definitely succeed!"
"No one can stop me! No one!"
"Not even the Divine!"
— It's time to take back the previous words.
This guy has indeed gone mad.
...
...
The Beast Ear Clan camp.
"Let's go, take advantage of their retreat and leave here quickly! Let's escape completely!"
