The moonlight seeped in from between the gaps of the giant hands.

A Demon King was a mythical being with powers that lived up to their name. 300 years ago, even Vermouth couldn’t rip apart the Demon King of Cruelty when he launched a direct frontal attack using the Moonlight Sword. On top of that, Eugene’s Moonlight Sword was significantly weaker than Vermouth’s. If the Demon King of Carnage had used any magic right now, it would have been impossible for Eugene to use the current Moonlight Sword to rip apart the Demon King’s magic with a direct frontal attack.

“Ahhh….” Eward looked forward with wide eyes. He felt like hundreds, thousands of ants were crawling on the surface of his brain. Those marching ants suddenly dug their way into the center of his brain, messing with Eward’s mind.

Someone else’s memory deranged Eward’s brain, but he didn’t know whose memory this was. It showed Eugene wrapped in white flames. His flame overloaded abruptly, but he wasn’t using a technique pertaining to the Lionhearts’ White Flame Formula. He used the technique that he had used earlier while dodging Dominic’s attacks as he had toyed with Dominic. It took more than a genius to develop that kind of advanced skill.

Eward saw a scene he had never seen before in his life. Wrapped in white flames, a man swung the Holy Sword. In fact, he used multiple swords — sometimes, he used the Holy Sword, but he also swung the Moonlight Sword. Over time, his clothes and movements changed…. But there was something that never changed — another man who fought beside the man with the Holy Sword.

This second man, covered with scars, wasn’t wrapped...

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