The night gradually grew tiresome.

The towering night demon has fallen asleep.

Now, it's a time of chaotic slaughter.

"Haha! Come at me!"

With Merka's attacking rhythm, Schtan's hidden bloodthirsty heart was thoroughly aroused.

Originally, she might have felt some guilt about killing, but now, from killing people to killing monsters, she completely let go, and boldly started doing it.

She attracted the attention of these tentacled monsters, freely moving with a serpent-like agility, assisting Merka in killing one angel after another.

The dagger in Merka’s hand, embedded with mechanical god-killing power, cut through the angels as if slicing through tofu with a hot knife.

In this battlefield teeming with reapers, the elusive Merka seemed to enter a realm where no one existed, pushing open a path leading to Erisburg.

"Yanling…! Look over there!"

"They're getting close to the young lady!"

A maid noticed the swift breakthrough of Merka and another person breaking through the defense line and heading towards the castle, loudly reminding Yanling beside her.

"What!?"

Yanling, struggling on the battlefield, her face covered in blood.

She widened her crimson eyes and looked fiercely in Merka's direction, burning with anger.

She immediately recognized Merka - wasn't he the so-called boyfriend mentioned by the young lady before?

"Damn it... a cunning scoundrel deceiving the young lady!"

"How could I let you see the young lady!"

Yanling pushed away a black-robed warrior in front of her, raised her left hand high, spewed flames, and burned him to charcoal on the spot.

"I'll go after them, you guard here for me!"

Yanling said curtly, immediately chasing after Merka, who was continuously advancing into the heart of Erisburg.

With threats both in front and behind.

Although to Yanling, it seemed like Merka was about to be caught.

But in Merka's eyes, when they reached the gates of Erisburg, they found that it was just the beginning, and the battles before were just appetizers.

"Curseborn… your journey ends here."

Lounging with her legs crossed on the dazzling steps of Erisburg, London tilted her mouth slightly, looking down on the two before her.

Besides London; Edinburgh, Birmingham, Manchester, Liverpool, these women dressed in Kyopa military attire, standing or sitting, rooted on the steps of Erisburg like statues.

They were spirited and calm, and the look they gave Merka was filled with contempt and disdain.

As if Merka was not a person, but a fish on a chopping board.

"I have long been curious… if Curseborn's flesh is as delicious as that of the Acadia people."

London took out a handgun from her pocket, placed the barrel near her mouth. Her tongue, like a snake, gently protruded from the corner of her mouth, licking the barrel of the gun.

"Heh... hehe."

Schtan breathed a sigh of relief, her magic was almost depleted. She didn't believe that the two of them alone could cause any waves under Kyopa's military officers.

For her, as a street urchin born in the lower levels of Acadia, it was already not easy to compete with the regular Acadia mages for this long.

"It seems like a failure, but it was expected."

"But then, Mr. Leader, it's somewhat fortunate to die with you in the end."

Unlike those naive girls who were deceived by Merka's speeches, Schtan considered herself not foolish.

She wasn't like them, fighting for the vague hope of Acadia...

She was fighting for her own hope.

Schtan calmly looked in Merka's direction, took off the hood of her black robe, revealing her face under the moonlight.

Different from her usual nonchalant face, now her face seemed like a candle lit lantern - under the fair skin, there was even a hint of blush.

"Hug me… please? At least let me see your face before the end..."

Schtan walked over to Merka, reached out, and lifted the hood from above his head...

But what she found was not Merka's usual handsome face as beautiful as jade.

It was a blue head made of cat claws.

"What?"

"A doppelganger? When did this happen..."

Before Schtan could finish, a thick laser beam pierced through the two like a legendary magic needle. Not even a speck of dust was left, in an instant, the laser burned them into ashes.

"MI6 Military Style Ultimate Flash Stab."

"Phew~"

Looking at the gaping hole left in the ground, London theatrically blew on the muzzle of her handgun and returned it to the holster.

"Such power, it seems I'm still as formidable as ever."