Here lies one of the monster’s largest limbs, just a step away from its body.
In other words, not only had he not distanced himself from Eluka, but he had actually gotten closer to her.
“But… why?”
Wouldn’t it be safer if the man kept her as far away from himself as possible?
Mu’en had not even had the time to think about it.
Suddenly, the light in his line of sight dimmed sharply.
The man once again appeared in front of Mu’en, his gaze calmly fixed on him, a terrifying pressure descending like a mountain.
Mu’en’s breath caught, and without regard for anything else, he rolled over and leaped up, activating his Battle Aura.
He had to create some distance.
Shadow Step!
Boom!
Just as Mu’en assumed the initial stance of Shadow Step, the man suddenly took a sharp step.
In an instant, the entire limb of the monster trembled violently, as if an earthquake of magnitude eight had occurred.
After all, Shadow Step was a special movement and could not leave the ground, causing Mu’en’s center of gravity to become unstable, and the Shadow Step he hadn’t had the chance to execute was interrupted once again.
This time, the man didn’t even use any martial techniques.
Mu’en felt as if he were a child in front of the man; any seemingly powerful move he made was nothing more than a child randomly waving a branch to the man.
Full of flaws, exceedingly crude.
To even respond seriously was an insult to the man.
“Damn it!”
Mu’en had lost count of how many times he had cursed today. Being toyed with so casually by the man ignited the ferocity within him.
Ignoring everything, he wielded his dual daggers once more and slashed at the man.
But if the man still had any human emotions at this moment, he would certainly have sighed.
Sighed for Mu’en’s current choice.
Because to be swayed by emotions during battle—
Was a great taboo!
The man once again reached out, meeting the two beams of light from the daggers.
The blade glimmered like two arcs of the moon, as if even water could not penetrate.
However, the man’s hand eerily slipped through the gaps between the two beams of light and gently patted Mu’en’s chest.
A terrifying internal force burst forth from his palm, and Mu’en was instantly sent flying once more.
“Cough cough…”
Mu’en’s stomach churned, and he spat out bile.
Before he could continue cursing, the man stepped forward, arriving once again in front of Mu’en.
Another palm strike.
Mu’en was forced to fly out again.
The man suddenly, as if addicted to this move, continued to chase after Mu’en who had no chance to stand.
Palm.
Fly.
Spit bile.
Palm.
Fly.
Spit bile.
A continuous loop.
“Young Master!”
An watched as her young master was toyed with like a sandbag by the man, growing more anxious and manipulating the metal to launch a desperate attack.
“Haha, Master, why are you so worked up? Could it be that Mr. Mu’en is the one you have feelings for?
No way, Master, you can only accept my love!”
Eluka laughed joyfully, and even as countless limbs were ground to bits by steel, her happiness would not waver in the slightest.
“I originally planned to let Mr. Mu’en also accept my love, but now it seems that letting him be killed by Rod is perhaps better?
Hey, Master, why don’t you just surrender? As long as you surrender, I might consider letting you go.”
“You must be dreaming!”
An gritted her teeth in retort, while taking a deep breath to force herself to calm down.
The composure of a perfect maid always allowed her to better control her emotions.
In such a critical moment, a calm mind could always spot something amiss more quickly.
Thus, as An’s mind raced, thinking of ways to let her young master escape, she quickly uncovered a clue.
—Why, after Mu’en had been beaten by the man for so long, did it seem that besides throwing up last evening’s dinner, he was largely unscathed?
…
“Cough cough, I see now, I understand.”
Mu’en leaned against the monster’s massive body, emptied his stomach of its last contents, and looked helplessly at the man in front of him, forcing a smile as he said:
“Even if you want to deceive Eluka, could you find a different way? This feeling of almost vomiting my stomach out is really unpleasant.”
The man remained silent.
He simply watched Mu’en quietly.
His empty gaze held nothing.
Like a puppet.
But who said puppets have no heart?
“Save her.”
The man spoke before Mu’en for the first time.
His voice was hoarse, as if he had just returned from hell.
“Alright.”
Mu’en nodded earnestly, without any surprise.
“I will let her be free.”
Not minding the difference between “freedom” and “rescue,” or rather, the man already knew that for Eluka at this moment, “freedom” equated to “rescue.”
The man reached out again, grasping Mu’en’s shoulder.
This time, Mu’en did not resist.
He allowed that iron claw-like hand to grip him painfully, then like a chick, lifted him and tossed him away.
At this moment, Mu’en was not too far from Eluka.
But the man still exerted all his strength.
Thus, he flew very quickly!
“Ah?”
Eluka finally reacted.
Immediately, her joy vanished.
She had been betrayed.
Betrayed by the one she loved most!
“Why? Why!”
Eluka howled in distress:
“Rod, are you betraying me?
Why? Clearly you had already entered my embrace, sharing in my love. Why does the power of the Love God have no effect on you?
Why?!”
Amid extreme fury at the betrayal, the entirety of the monster’s body shook violently.
Hundreds of faces howled in anguish simultaneously, countless characters for love screamed like ghosts in the dead of night, almost piercing the eardrums.
The deformed flesh began to writhe in an unprecedented active state, as numerous strange limbs could not wait for the skin to rupture, violently breaking through the surface, blood spraying.
Then those limbs, wrapped in putrid blood, completely disregarding An, who was making a full-force attack from the front, surged toward the betrayer and Mu’en.
The man did not resist, allowing himself to be grasped, restrained, wrapped, and then gradually devoured by the grotesque limbs.
He was about to merge once again with Eluka, this time, he would no longer receive special treatment, but would instead become one of the hundreds of faces.
His eyes remained vacant, but deep within, something seemed to flicker.
Just as before.
Why betray you?
Is it even necessary to ask?
Because I love you, Eluka.
Forgive me for not cherishing you the way I should have.
I’m sorry for not stopping you.
But in the end, at least let this useless man be of some slight use.
At the moment of total engulfment.
The man lifted his remaining hand.
Then his fingers curled slightly, like the claws of a beast.
In that instant, thunder roared!
An invisible wave spread rapidly from the center of his palm.
But the target was not around him, but those grotesque limbs that had followed Mu’en.
…
This is…
My final love.
…
Eluka’s roar abruptly stopped.
Because a figure had crossed through countless barriers and finally reached her front.
“Hey, Eluka.”
Mu’en stepped on the writhing flesh and blood, looking down at her still lovely face.
As if greeting an acquaintance, he softly said:
“Good afternoon, have you eaten?”
“The roast whole lamb you treated me to last time was really delicious.”
