"Ah...!!"
Osmon let out a piercing scream.
Whoosh whoosh!
The sound of pages turning suddenly rose, and his body, split in two, turned into a ghostly afterimage and dissipated, his unharmed body reappearing two seconds earlier.
Osmon fell to the ground, looking at the knight in front of him with extreme panic.
Corpses...
All around, there were nothing but corpses.
Blood, limbs, and entrails were scattered all over the ground.
The subordinates of the History and Ritual Association, all cut in half, were only Sequence Nine Transcendents and had not mastered the ability of "Historical Retrospection." They could only watch helplessly as they were cleaved in two and walked towards death.
"Mr. Qiaoke... you promised me, just give you the item, and you would let me live!"
Osmon roared.
He sniffed the strong stench of blood around him, and his fear reached its pinnacle, not wanting to experience the agony of being bisected again.