Chapter 194: Schlacht on the Guillotine
Kurtz appeared directly in front of Schlacht, and Orger unsheathed, slashing towards him. The target of this sword was not the heart, nor the head, but Schlacht's hand that was trying to grasp the Holy Sword.
Facing Kurtz, who had suddenly appeared in front of him using spatial teleportation, Schlacht couldn't react at all, only managing to release a shield in front of him. However, this shield was easily shattered by Kurtz.
Ptchk!
A palm, along with half an arm and several magic rings on the fingers, fell to the ground.
"Ahh!!!"
Schlacht retreated repeatedly, trying to create distance. Two hundred years had passed, and this man seemed to have grown even stronger.
"I told you, third time's the charm."
No matter how Schlacht tried to pull away, Kurtz's figure still appeared like a ghost in front of him.
Even if Schlacht released magic to try and stop this man's advance, the distance between them was too close! For a pure magic user, the outcome of such close-quarters combat was already obvious.
"Hand over that magic that allows one to bear the power of faith briefly, and I can consider giving you a quick death."
Kurtz held Orger in his hand, its tip slightly raised, pointed at Schlacht's heart.
Schlacht trembled all over; the pain of his severed wrist and the pressure from Kurtz made him realize that this man was also after this magic.
However, at this critical moment!
"Stop right there!" A furious roar came from the side.
It was Rivale.
Although he was suppressed by Serie's magic, seeing Schlacht in mortal danger, he directly unleashed all his magic power. He forcibly withstood Serie's attack, swinging his battle-axe fiercely at Kurtz's back, trying to rescue Schlacht.
At the same time, the remaining three also fought back with all their might, trying to restrain Serie so that Rivale could rescue Schlacht.
Facing this sudden attack, Kurtz turned his head, and instead of raising Orger, he merely moved his finger slightly.
Buzz!
A blue magic shield instantly unfolded behind him.
Clang!!!
Although Rivale's attack caused a massive roar from the magic shield, it did not completely break through.
"Damn it!" Rivale cursed under his breath. The magic shields of these two were definitely not of ordinary level; their hardness was simply absurd.
Kurtz continued to look at Schlacht, "It seems your companions care a lot about you."
There was no such thing as 'companions' among demons; Kurtz's words were simply a taunt.
However, to prevent further interference, Kurtz simply constructed a square cage with magic power, directly isolating him and Schlacht within this cage. The blue magic cage separated inside from outside, trapping Kurtz and Schlacht within, and also isolating Rivale's futile roar outside.
Inside the cage, the air seemed to solidify, leaving only the faint sound of blood dripping from Schlacht's severed wrist onto the ground.
"Hand over that magic," Kurtz repeated the ultimatum. "The magic that bears the power of faith. This is your last value, Schlacht."
Schlacht, clutching his severed arm, looked at Kurtz: "Hahahaha! So that's it! It seems you also want to covet this power. Don't tell me you're that God Slayer from a thousand years ago?"
Kurtz's eyes narrowed; this Schlacht's perception was quite keen.
"Indeed!" Noticing Kurtz's subtle movement, Schlacht's mouth curved into a bitter smile. "The only human who could stay by Serie's side and live this long would be that God Slayer."
He should have thought of it earlier. Such a powerful human, still holding a Holy Sword, could only be that legendary existence.
But Schlacht never dreamed that the other party could break through the limitations of human lifespan and live until now.
"You are very powerful; even the limitation of lifespan has been broken by you. I am very curious—what is your purpose for wanting to covet this power?"
Schlacht tried to learn more from Kurtz, but the latter did not bother to explain to him.
"I'm not here to waste words with you. Hand over the magic!"
"Hahahaha! Then come and get it yourself. I have sealed this magic. Even if I die, you won't get it—"
He couldn't finish his sentence; Kurtz directly made his move, without hesitation, not wasting even extra movement.
Orger swept across; this time, the target was no longer the arm. The sword edge grazed Schlacht's neck.
Pfft!
A head, with an expression of horror frozen on its face, flew high into the air.
The headless body stood rigid for a moment, then, as if all support had been drained, it softly fell backward, then rapidly disintegrated and turned into dust.
Kurtz immediately reached out and grabbed the falling head.
"Waste of time."
Kurtz sheathed Orger, released a solidification magic, and light enveloped Schlacht's head, completely solidifying it to prevent it from turning into dust like the body.
A demon's head, preserving its expression from before death, became a "specimen" in Kurtz's hand.
Well, if he wouldn't say, then he would get it himself.
Although Kurtz had not yet fully developed the magic to directly read memories, especially for creatures like demons, he believed he had plenty of time.
Outside the cage, the battle instantly stopped.
At this moment, Rivale finally broke through Kurtz's blue cage, but it was already too late.
"Lord Schlacht is dead?"
Outside the battlefield, a demon magic user's voice trembled with disbelief.
"Impossible!" Macht's exaggerated face was filled with horror.
Schlacht was the most cunning among them, and also the one with the strongest life-saving ability! He was… just killed like that? And by that seemingly unremarkable human?!
Serie also temporarily stopped suppressing the three Seven Sages of Destruction, looking at the head in Kurtz's hand, a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes.
The entire council hall fell into an eerie silence.
In the Demon King's City, Schlacht's status was second only to His Majesty the Demon King. Now, his death was like a basin of ice water, extinguishing all the luck and fighting spirit in the hearts of the powerful demons.
Only then did they truly realize that the man standing beside Serie was by no means an ordinary person; what Schlacht said was true.
Kurtz casually wrapped the solidified head in cloth, tied it to his waist, and slowly came to Serie's side, during which no demon dared to step forward to stop him.
"I'm done here. What about the rest?"
"Kill them all!"
Serie nodded slightly, killing intent rising again in her eyes, and her magic power was unleashed once more.
However, just as Kurtz took a step, preparing to resolve the remaining trouble with Serie.
Buzz!!!
An indescribably terrifying pressure descended without warning.
[End of Chapter]
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