No...
What's happening?
Pierced by that knight's sword, I should be dead, right?
But why am I alive? Where is this? And what are these murmurings in my head?
The Night Devil looked around in a daze. He saw that in this strange courtyard, the knight who had killed him, the young master of the Bakiraka, and his companions were surrounded by a large group of beastly spirits.
Huh? Young master? Why is that guy here? By the way, I remember marking them, so they caught up...
Besides, nearby lay a giant corpse, but its head was missing. And before him lay a corpse with a cracked back, thin as kindling.
All of them were unfamiliar corpses.
Only the storm of death hung overhead, familiar to any Apostle.
Ah... It seems I emerged from this man's body... Before this, my consciousness slept, slept in the dark realm. I wasn't completely dead. Only at this moment was I resurrected.
Why was I resurrected? Is this an ability I myself haven't realized yet? The ability to resurrect once after death? Why do I want to resurrect? Why...
These soft whispers penetrated him like soft silk, like the prophetic dreams before...
I see. It's you. You're letting me use this to complete the unfinished mission.
Hehe... I didn't need your persuasion. I was going to continue... If not for my sharp knife not being able to pierce your shells, even you would be my prey...
"Hahaha..."
The Night Devil laughed loudly. His black cloak unfurled like a giant bat. It was like the advent of night.
An evil aura surged thinly and wafted around like mist.
The beastly spirits roared even more vigorously, as if encouraged, and pounced on the few living creatures remaining in the courtyard.
Though they were bare-handed, with a pair of claws and fangs, combined with their cunning minds, it was a powerful weapon.
For a time, Slan, Azan, Serpico, and the Dabasha were shocked by the evil energy released by the Night Devil and the dense group of beastly spirits. One by one, they frowned and gripped the weapons in their hands.
However, Nidhogg, Melina, and Nepheli behaved too calmly. They were all people who had seen big scenes. They didn't take the scene of being surrounded by beastly spirits seriously.
Even if Nepheli had never seen a beastly spirit, she had seen winged misbegotten and even uglier creatures. As long as her axe could cut through their shells, they were all the same.
"I'm going to deal with the Daredevil," Nidhogg said briefly. "Kill him, and this storm will naturally end. The Dark Realm will close because it's no longer needed."
Although Nepheli didn't understand what "storm" and "dark realm" meant, it was now perfectly clear what she was going to do.
She swung her twin axes and charged forward. Amidst the intertwining arcs, several beastly spirits were cut in two, spattering flesh and blood.
"Ha, it seems the axe works against them. Nothing to fear."
Nepheli even boldly took the initiative and rushed into the beastly spirit formation and began to fight. No, it should be said that it was a one-sided slaughter!
"I'll clear a path for you."
Melina also touched the ground with her toes, lightly leaped into the air. The "Golden Blade," which had been waiting long with the Missionary's Knife, cleaved apart, transforming into a half-arc of golden flame, cutting a wave of beastly spirits in two and clearing a path.
Nidhogg stepped onto this path of beastly spirit blood and headed straight for the Daredevil!
The others were stunned. As the beastly spirits approached, they instinctively began to resist.
They immediately understood that this group of beastly spirits wasn't much stronger than the monsters they had encountered along the way. Their swords and clubs could still kill them. That was enough.
No one hesitated any longer. Everyone used their strength to kill these beastly spirits.
Slan put away his fist-sword and instead drew out a cloth-wrapped thunderous weapon.
It was ten thin pieces of iron, long and sharp. When he used them in a "thunder" technique, amidst the clattering, all the surrounding beastly spirits were sliced into bloody flesh!
Nidhogg drew Bloodhound's Fang on his way to the Daredevil. The great curved sword flashed with cold light in the dark sky.
He immediately ran his finger over the body of the curved sword. A sacred mark of the Golden Order flashed past.
Incantation: Law of Causality!
Bloodhound's Fang, smeared by Nidhogg's finger, was immediately enveloped in a layer of golden light, transforming it into a golden curved sword.
The Daredevil stopped laughing and saw the holy light on the sword.
He didn't like light, neither before nor now, let alone the holy light on the sharp weapon in the hands of this man who had once killed him.
He also subconsciously knew what Nidhogg had done to the curved sword. But he wasn't afraid.
The Daredevil was sure he could dodge Nidhogg's fatal strike. And even if he failed, he now knew he could be resurrected again by the power of the Apostle.
It's just that his resurrection couldn't be autonomous. He couldn't decide when, where, or how to resurrect.
But that was enough. The main thing was that he had resurrected. Regardless of how you killed him last time, he now had a strategy to deal with it.
And you need to worry—worry about my resurrection and the hidden arrow I shoot from nowhere!
The faceless head beneath the Daredevil's mask trembled slightly at this. His entire body crawled on the ground, but transformed into a pool of black water, like a shadow floating on the ground, and quickly rushed towards Nidhogg!
With a rumble, he reached Nidhogg's feet. His entire body soared up. His black cloak spread and closed, like a trap to catch Nidhogg!
Nidhogg wasn't afraid at all. He still stood there. With a thrust of Bloodhound's Fang's tip, he precisely pierced the Daredevil's head in the broken mask.
The Daredevil's movements did pause for a moment. But he quickly sneered:
"Didn't I already say this? Who needs a fixed head... Probably it just grows there? You..."
Before he could finish speaking, he realized something was wrong.
FWOOSH—!
Where the mask was, golden light burned his black cloak and rapidly spread, with the potential to burn the plains!
The Night Devil was stunned. He decisively abandoned this part of the black cloak, tore it off, and with a crash, fled into the distance.
What is this?
What the hell is this?
The Daredevil once again felt the threat of death—the last time was when he challenged the "Fell Omen" Margit and Nidhogg at the gates of Stormveil City.
Twice more, around the time of the attempt to kill one of the God Hand and the "Immortal" Zodd.
The last time, before he became an Apostle, he was surrounded by relatives, friends, and colleagues from the Bakiraka, and he was in a desperate situation.
Unexpectedly, he was in this city and had to experience three near-death premonitions in a row.
But this near-death experience was closer to the time when the God Hand wanted to kill him like a bug.
The power of Nidhogg's curved sword seemed to restrain my power. And it seemed my resurrection ability could also...
He didn't dare think deeply and didn't want to think.
FWOOSH—!
The Night Devil decisively retreated. He felt the danger and didn't want to tangle with Nidhogg. Even if it was an instruction from the so-called God Hand, he ignored it. He just wanted to burrow into the darkness, the darker the better!
The Dark Realm!
The Night Devil immediately thought of a place where he could temporarily live. Even if it was deep in the astral world and in the company of beastly spirits, it was better to stay here.
When I figure out how to deal with this, then...
THUD—!
Suddenly, Nidhogg's figure appeared above his head. Bloodhound's Fang thrust its sword. Law of Causality struck the Night Devil, who was trying to burrow into the ground!
Now that he was sure the "death-hunting" incantation was indeed effective, he didn't mind using it constantly.
He briefly struck the Night Devil and, at this moment, seized the opportunity to recite the second incantation.
Incantation: Law of Regression!
The sacred seal of the Golden Order flashed past again. At the same time, a half-arc circle of "Law of Regression" appeared on the ground. This time, it enveloped the Night Devil's entire body!
FWOOSH—!
The Night Devil was horrified to discover that his body was fiercely burning, like a piece of paper falling into a flame!
He let out an agonized roar in the golden flame, writhing and struggling. He tried to resist with thorns, tried to sneak underground to escape, and tried to hide in Nidhogg's shadow. But everything failed.
The Night Devil had nowhere to hide under the light of the Law of Regression.
Soon, his black cloak quickly burned away in the radiance of the Law of Regression. His mask was completely shattered, leaving his entire body the size of a palm.
The Night Devil floated like a burning piece of paper, slowly rising into the air, then slowly falling to the ground, gradually burning to ashes.
After a wave of the fear of death, he finally accepted his fate.
He stared at Slan, the "young master" of the Bakiraka, who was standing in the group of beastly spirits. It seemed he recalled all those times when he was young.
"Happy... this is it."
These were the Night Devil's last words. The next moment, he vanished.
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