Chapter 460: The Battle of Pharel (4)
Thud.
Aidan placed the heart in his palm into a small vial. The broken shell crumbled away, scattering in the wind.
In death, the insect that had once plunged the whole continent in fear was no different from a fly.
[What do you intend to do now?]
“What else do you think?”
He stared at the blood staining his two swords.
Crackle...!
A flash of electricity ran along the blades, vaporizing the blood with rising smoke. Remarkably, what he had slain was not merely Lice’s main body. Having crossed the strait, he had sliced through the dust traps set by gnomes and cleaved through the insects hidden within. His blades were coated in the blood of countless bugs.
And yet, Aidan seemed unaffected by his own feats.
“First, I’ll see the gods’ faces.” He sheathed his blades. “Then, I’ll figure out where these blades have to stab to maximize their suffering.”
[Now that’s a sentiment I can get behind.]
With that, Kungen enveloped Aidan.