Chapter 29 Death

" Ha!"

Golla used his mana and divine energy to cut down his enemies which made Homenheir and Dickenson pale with shock. The sheer will of this knight was so exaggerated that even they couldn't believe he wasn't the apostle or goddess of victory like Castella. His will was strong as his king and he protruded the image of Castella who stood gallantly on the battlefield. The energy burned down the mana and ate away the barrier that protected them. However, the divine energy couldn't go through the demonic energy.

" Haha, interesting. You got my respect human. I shall give you painless death in exchange."

Red walked through the energy blast and stood before him, facing him with a grin despite his weakened body. Even so, as a primordial existence, there was no way that he would be defeated by Golla who wasn't a god himself. His immortality and abilities would keep him alive no matter what injury he got from Golla.

" I am not afraid of you and I have completed my goal as a knight."

He said coldly, looking at the scarlet eyes without any fear on his face. His courage brought immense satisfaction to Red who enjoyed killing. He reached out his hand to exhausted Golla and grabbed him by his throat.

" Do you have any last words?"

He asked, observing his face with amusement. Golla narrowed his eyes, gripping his sword's handle in reverse. He hit him in the head as he shouted.

" May the victory be with us!"

He burned his remaining life and strength with everything that he got. The last flame in his heart went out with the light that illuminated the whole area.

Tear*

The arm flew away as Red widened his eyes with surprise. He touched the void area of his body and looked at the man who was smiling in his death. He didn't fall to his knees even though he was dead. He was smiling brightly like he seemed to pass away with joy.

" You fucker!"

Red roared angrily, tearing his head out from his body, and throwing his body to the ground like a rag doll. He was angry, furious about his carelessness and his impotence that allowed him to be cut by a mere mortal.

" Grab the woman. If you can't, signal the other side. The war must happen for my revival."

Red said coldly, looking at the sky in silence. He knew the gods found out his plans and so did his siblings. Henceforth, he had to be quick before they intervene in his success. However, he didn't see something, a man was watching behind him with a vicious gaze. Dickenson who was harboring evil thoughts in his heart wanted to take his power from him to free himself from his grasp.

Meanwhile in another camp.

Jocylee was heading toward the king's tent, but her wound was too deep and she couldn't call for help for herself.

" You seemed to be tired, Jocylee. Why don't you have a little chat with me?"

A voice came from her back, sending shivers to her because she guessed whose voice was it. A man who dealt with everything and a Reaper of the far land.

" Kassian, you dare to block my way. You know you are going to kill countless people, yet you want me to die here."

Jocylee took a deep breath, peeling off her armor to give her last as she stood before her goal. The king and the queen were waiting for her and she had no time to spare since she watched Golla die for her and Castella also gave his life to stop this.

" Be my guest, Jocy. You see I work for money and he promised wealth that I don't even dream to make in my 9 lifetime. Besides, you are injured, so it is a pretty good deal for me."

Kassian laughed, showing his bloody daggers that were coated with soldiers' blood. To get this far Kassian had to kill quite a number of soldiers and he had no time to clean his daggers.

" You will regret it. A beast is a beast even if it is injured. You have to fear wounded beasts even more than normal ones."

Jocylee replied, taking a stance against him.