Chapter 325. A Cracked Pot Leaks Inside and Out (3)
A noble was one who followed the Demon King and ruled above other demons. The higher the rank, the greater the power they commanded. Even a count could stand against most 8-Star knights of the continent.
Count Dinatrius was no exception. His monstrous physique, coupled with curses and dark magic drawn from his dark mana, made him a formidable being by any standard.
But his opponent was simply too overwhelming.
Slash!
Every defense Dinatrius summoned was cut cleanly apart by the dark blue sword in Caron's hand.
Endless waves surged and broke. By the time Dinatrius regained his senses, he realized he was already standing in the middle of Caron's sea.
Slash!
His left arm fell, followed by his right.
Even the prodigious regeneration of a demon, strong enough to leave trolls in the dust, was meaningless before Caron. Every wound Guillotine tore into Dinatrius became eternal. It was a scar that no demon could ever heal.
That sword had slaughtered thousands upon thousands of demons. Three hundred years ago, it had felled traitors and fallen kin alike, and now, even after centuries, it remained unchanged.
"Owner," Guillotine called out.
"I know," Caron replied.