Chapter 827   Deathmatch That“s Unable to EndWhat was the definition of slaughter? I would define it as an activity with the purpose of ending your enemy’s life.

The multiple Rolands before me were probably the purest weapons of slaughter in this entire world.

They had kindly smiles on their handsome faces, yet their eyes weren’t smiling at all. They had no killing intent whatsoever, yet they acted in order to slaughter.

“Honestly, whom did they learn this abnormal way of smiling while killing from?”

[…Could you please have a little more self-awareness? Whom are they cloned from? Who’s the one who smiles more happily when in greater danger?]

“…Karwenz.”

[…Just keep acting…]

Perhaps I knew that there weren’t many chances left as I kept chatting with the foolish Goddess of Order who had messed everything up. I actually treasured our conversation for once.

As for the battlefield? Things were going quite well, reaching the point where I didn’t need to pay it much attention.

Currently, Karwenz was just like a trapped beast who was being hunted. Even though he was still furious, arrogant, and threatening, his body was already filled with ice spears and ice swords. Just the amount of blood constantly spilling from his body was more than enough to kill any ordinary living creature of blood loss.

This group of smiling Rolands had no pity, anger, or even hostility. Yet, each and every one of their attacks was highly dangerous.

They transformed into dragons, used ultimate attacks, and traded injuries. Even if they had to pay with their lives, it was worth it as long as they left a single unhealable injury on Karwenz.

Even I, the creator of this clone army technique, hadn’t imagined just how dangerous “I” would be when going all out without regards to my life.

Karwenz was incredibly strong when pushed to the brink. He was strong to the point where I wanted to despair. I discovered to my surprise that his power level actually faintly exceeded that of Sophocles.

However, when confronted with 1342 Rolands, even though those Rolands were only about half my power level, Karwenz’s strength was still meaningless.

For instance, if a Sword Saint from the samurai generation had to face an unending horde of mechas, then he would be facing an enemy that he was incapable of confronting head-on due to an overwhelming difference in strength.“It’s finally over…”

When a silver flash filled my field of vision, I smiled in satisfaction, a smile which truly came from my heart.

And then, I saw nothing but familiar pitch-black…

“…This time, I can really have a nice long nap.”

“Sleep? It’s finally over? What a nice dream you must be having!”

A familiar angry roar came from beside me. Could it be that Karwenz had broken free from my cage?

I suddenly woke up in astonishment to discover that I was no longer in the deepest level of the Chaos Abyss.

I was now in an endless river with such familiar dark gray water with countless souls floating within. The furious fellow in front of me seemed rather familiar.

“…Karwenz?”

I was rather astonished because he was now before me as an equally weak soul.

“Ha.”

I finally understood the current situation. It seemed that no matter who had died first, we were now both dead, which meant that everything was over.

I laughed since I could still reincarnate, which was far better than the worst outcome that I had expected.

“Finally over? Don’t even think about it! Just stay here and suck your thumb while you witness how I open the door to the dimensional barrier!”

Karwenz’s words were rather ridiculous. What could he even do in such a condition? However, I immediately understood in the very next instant.

Karwenz’s soul’s eyes lost the color of emotion and became no different from the other dead souls here who had no self will. Where could his consciousness have gone under such circumstances?

“…He transferred his consciousness? He has another descendant?”

I then recalled Karwenz’s previous threat: “there’s my bloodline that both you and I know about”. Damn it all!

“Reyne!?”