Chapter 368. The End of A World (3)
Slice!
"See? I told you to try living a little nicer!" Halo shouted, swinging his blade.
"What—this is all my fault now?" Caron shot back furiously. "Half of the bastards in here are your kills too! No, more than half! And what, should I have died instead? If I hadn't killed them first, they would've killed me!"
Slice!
It was hell.
To take even a single step forward, they had to cut down dozens. The scene was grotesque enough to befit a final act—a stage soaked in death and memory.
Every soul Caron and Halo had ever slain now rose again, charging at them in a frenzy of hate.
Most of the enemies were fine, but some were terrifyingly dangerous.
"Shouldn't you be prepared to bear at least this much karma? Heh... Even in death, I'm glad to be with you, my Rael."
"Usurper of my throne—die."
They were the Demon Kings.
There should have been three. But in truth, Caron had slain four.