“Good afternoon, Eluka, have you eaten?”
“The roasted whole lamb last time was very delicious.”
Mu’en stood on the writhing flesh and blood, looking down at Eluka.
All killing intent was hidden, all hostility abandoned; Mu’en smiled lightly, wiped the blood from his face, as if meeting an old acquaintance, his brows and eyes gentle.
The sun was warm, casting a halo around him.
“Ah…”
Eluka stared blankly at Mu’en, as if the smile at the corner of his mouth calmed her anger. Her already fair and beautiful face became peaceful.
“Mr. Mu’en, are you finally going to accept my love?”
“I will not accept your love,” Mu’en said.
“Why? Is it… that my love is not enough?”
Eluka’s eyes widened in confusion:
“But I have given my everything—my blood, my flesh, my soul; is that… not enough?
I just want you all to be with me forever. I just want you to accept my love.
But why, Master too, and you too, are all unwilling?”
“Of course, none of us are willing.”
Mu’en lowered his gaze and said softly:
“Because that is not love at all.”
“Not love…”
Eluka whispered, then her expression suddenly twisted in rage, as if greatly insulted:
“Bullshit, bullshit! This is love, this is love!
See, everyone accepts my love; how happy they are!”
Around Eluka, hundreds of faces began to scream again, a sea of countless “I love you” engulfing everything.
The limbs last shattered by the man were reborn, writhing toward Mu’en like a predatory anemone.
“Come on, Mr. Mu’en, let us be together forever. My love is boundless!” Eluka smiled, her gaze fixed on Mu’en’s face, with an expression of obsession.
Like a young girl gazing at her lover.
But how could Mu’en be her lover?
Her lover should be someone else.
Love also cannot be boundless.
Only those who love can be called love.
“Indeed, trying to awaken you with words is impossible.” Mu’en sighed softly.
He raised his eyes, his expression turning cold.
No longer paying attention to the danger behind him, for he knew that An, freed up, would certainly protect his back.
Thus, Mu’en gripped a dagger tightly and plunged it into the sides of Eluka’s head.
“Ah!”
Eluka’s face twisted in a scream, seemingly experiencing genuine pain for the first time.
The monster’s massive body thrashed violently, and the flesh and blood under Mu’en’s feet writhed like waves whipped up by a storm!
It wanted to throw Mu’en down.
“An!”
No need for more words; the steel bridge suddenly pierced through the monster’s flesh, coming to rest under Mu’en’s feet.
With a foothold, Mu’en took a deep breath and struck down with both daggers!
Huge wounds were carved into the sides of Eluka’s head, with crimson flesh intertwined, healing faster in that place than anywhere else.
As if… hiding something.
“Looks like I found the right spot.”
A smile involuntarily appeared on Mu’en’s lips as he suddenly released the short knife from his hand and thrust both hands into the gaping, ghastly wound.
The monster’s blood corroded his arms, but he was completely unaware, relentlessly groping through the flesh.
The monster roared, growing more frantic, but all its attacks were desperately blocked by An, who gritted her teeth.
At this point, she couldn’t allow the Young Master to be harmed even a little.
Finally, Mu’en grasped a hard object.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, stop! Stop!”
The moment he touched that object, extreme terror flashed in Eluka’s eyes.
She screamed for Mu’en to stop, but with only her head remaining, what could she do?
She couldn’t even pick up her beloved wand.
And the one who had always protected her had just moments ago become one of those faces that only utter “I love you.”
Mu’en’s smile grew brighter, his eyes increasingly sorrowful.
“Finally, I’ve got you! Damn Evil God!”
Mu’en pulled his hand from the flesh.
In his palm, he tightly clutched a statue.
It was a young girl, embracing a heart, seemingly wishing to crush it into her bosom.
Although pulled from the flesh, the statue was not stained with a drop of blood; instead, it emanated a holy glow, stirring an impulse to kneel before it.
This was indeed the source of pollution!
Next, all he needed to do was destroy it, and everything could end.
“An!”
Actually, there was no need for Mu’en to shout; An, who had been paying attention to this side, was already prepared.
The moment the statue was thrown into the air by Mu’en, a steel forest rushed in like a mud truck running wild on the road.
A massive amount of steel engulfed the statue, twisting and compressing it continuously, grinding it like a gigantic press, ultimately slicing it and the steel into fragments.
Under An’s control, the metal reshaped itself, but the statue’s fragments could not be restored, blown away by the noisy autumn wind, completely disappearing without a trace.
Truly, not even residue remained.
“It’s over.”
Seeing this scene, Mu’en finally let out a sigh of relief.
It was finally over.
However, just as he relaxed, the fatigue accumulating in his body surged in like waves.
He stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
Fortunately, he managed to brace himself against the monster’s body.
“How disgusting.”
Mu’en straightened up, shaking his hands in disgust, wanting to find a place to wipe off the monster’s filthy blood and slime, but suddenly realized—
He was still only wearing that leather beast skirt.
“It’s amazing that An could hold back from making a remark all this time.”
A hero wearing a tiger skin skirt… it really felt off no matter how you thought about it.
But it probably didn’t matter.
After all, the only living people here… were just him and An.
Mu’en glanced at Eluka’s head with its eyes tightly shut, and those faces that no longer shouted “I love you,” smiled bitterly, turned and waved to An, who was running over in the distance, just about to say something—
Suddenly, he stopped.
Wait, something’s wrong.
Since the Evil God’s channel of power has disappeared, why is this monster’s body still here?
This monster was clearly a grotesque creature stitched together through the Evil God’s power; without the support of the Evil God’s strength, shouldn’t it collapse immediately?
Could it be that…
“Don’t come over!”
Mu’en shouted at An and immediately turned around.
At the moment he turned, Mu’en heard the sound of water dripping.
A drop of pure black liquid, unknown where it came from, fell onto Eluka’s forehead.
There was no time to stop it.
Eluka opened her eyes.
In her eyes, there was neither white nor pupil, just a pitch-black void.
