Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

Even a god-like figure like Dionysus, when struck in a vital spot, could only utter a cry more unbearable than a hoarse gong, and he fell to the ground once more. His refusal to release his grip on the dagger was probably based on his last remaining willpower.

Faced with Dionysus's pathetic and comical state that made one want to burst out laughing, Loki remained unmoved and simply unleashed a torrent of kicks.

"Whoa!? Ee!? Stop, stop! Stop it...!"

"What nonsense are you spouting, you big idiot?"

"Huh?! What?! Waaaaaah...!!"

"You really don't understand anything."

Loki showed no mercy or leniency, continuing his relentless, cold-blooded kicks.

The torch cast a shadow over the goddess's face, making her appearance nothing more than ferocious. The smile she usually wore when facing her kin had vanished, and like Dionysus, she displayed her "divine nature."

"I'm Loki, you know? Using the word 'despicable' to insult me ​​is utterly meaningless, you idiot!!"

The celestial beings are all known for their quirky and mischievous nature.

A god who leads all things in the world toward their end.

She used the reasons why the gods feared her to slam down on the goods in front of her.

"Don't you even consider how many children you've snatched from my family with that smirk? How many members of my clan have perished at your hands? Don't be ridiculous! You idiot!"

"No, stop kicking... Waa ...

"Someone like you, a piece of trash who acts so recklessly! Of course I'm going to settle accounts with you!"

Even after kicking the handsome Dionysus until he was bruised and battered, Loki showed no sign of stopping. With her almond-shaped eyes wide open, she appeared even more ferocious and ruthless than the god, even revealing the "nature" that had once caused the gods to fight each other, constantly tormenting Dionysus to vent her anger for her people.

The sounds of skin being torn open, tendons being broken, bones being shattered, and screams being abruptly interrupted continued to emanate.

Loki, now the embodiment of tyranny, is no longer the god of mercy, but a true "god of destruction."

"Ugh—Damn it!!"

Dionysus, who was being kicked repeatedly, mustered his last remaining strength to swing his short sword.

After easily dodging the attack, Loki scrambled away, panting heavily and covered in blood.

His face, bruised and battered from the beating, was completely devoid of any features befitting a nobleman. To prevent Dionysus from being "repatriated," Loki had carefully controlled his strength, allowing him to still move and continue enduring torture.

Dionysus had already suffered such a great humiliation, yet he still did not use his "divine power" to kill Loki. It is unknown whether this was due to the last bit of restraint he held when he descended to the mortal realm, or whether his desire for madness had become almost abnormal.

Dionysus, breathing heavily, was screaming like a madman because his plans, appearance, and mind were all severely damaged.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it—!! All monsters, listen to my command, kill this guy immediately!"

"...They're all gone."

"Sanatos!! What the hell are you doing!? Bring them all here, whether they're remnants or monsters!"

"The people you're talking about have long been discarded by you."

Dionysus had reached a dead end.

Moreover, it is a dead end that needs no further explanation.

This is the ultimate fate of those who secretly manipulate everything, discarding all their pawns once they've been used.

The male god, his face covered in wounds, kept brandishing his short sword, roaring loudly with an expression of irrationality.

"Where's Philweis!? Where is Philweis?! ...

*

This is the final battlefield.

Those who are still fighting are barely clinging to life.

Those who are still fighting can only gamble with their own souls.

They forced out their voices from their very core, turning their shed blood into power, which shone brightly alongside their weapons, all in an effort to defeat the mortal enemy reflected in their eyes.

"Ooo ...

Bert and Philweis roared fiercely, repeating their endless conflict.

Fists swung, side kicks swept in, blood splattered in their wake. Destruction and shattering overlapped, impacts and shocks intertwined, forming a vortex. Both sides disregarded the victors, the dead, the glory and the destruction lying at their feet, and together they staged an unimaginable dance of carnage on the stage of the final battle.

A ravenous wolf, its body wreathed in countless points of light, shattered Philweis's bones with a single punch. A monster of immense strength tore Bert's skin open with a single blow.

Even covered in wounds, the ferocious wolf still roared "Desperate Hunt".

He had already shattered the so-called limits, risking everything to kill the enemy before him, launching a relentless and ferocious attack.

(Why?)

Despite all her senses being filled with the violent storm of shock and pounding, Phil Weiss murmured these words to herself deep inside.

The attack clearly hit its target and caused enough fatal damage to the enemy.

The opponent, however, remained highly motivated, roaring menacingly.

A killing punch capable of destroying ten people in one strike couldn't even kill a wild beast.

Looking at this contradictory scene, I was filled with countless "questions".

(Why—he just won't give up!?)

Even though Philweis, being an oddball, always had the upper hand, Bert never fell, never suffered setbacks, never backed down, and even began to inflict irreparable damage on Philweis through counterattacks.

Every time Philweis takes a sharp kick, it causes excruciating pain and internal injuries. Blood flows from her deep blue eyes, as if recalling her former self, turning her eyes crimson.

Not only Phil Weiss, but even Bert never expected this—

I never imagined that we would fight each other to this extent.

Knowing that they were irreconcilable enemies, the two never expected that they would fight to the death to this extent.

"Respond to my foolish voice, grant me once more the protection of starlight. I offer light and mercy to those who have forsaken you!"

"[Brave warriors, mighty heroes, greedy and tyrannical valiant heroes!]"

"Drink! Aa ...

In addition, three other figures moved with lightning speed, using their clear voices and graceful dances to make up for the openings left by Bert's attack, interrupting Phil Weiss's fatal attacks one after another, and following Bert to show their determination to win.

The three people who darted past Philweis were the beautiful adventurers who worked together seamlessly and planned to use this to launch a counterattack.

(Why won't they give up!?)

The masked adventurer and Aisha, using "Parallel Chanting," blocked Philvis's attack. Asfi, meanwhile, perfectly controlled her flying shoes, now only one foot remaining, and decisively slashed at the enemy with her sword. Watching the three heavily wounded figures continue to fight, Philvis was completely bewildered.

Why are they able to face despair?

Why are they able to defy the harsh reality?

Why are they willing to risk everything to challenge themselves, who have transformed into monstrous beings?

This is what adventurers are all about.

These are people who are determined to overcome adversity, overcome all difficulties, and never give up easily.

This is the indomitable spirit that Philweis displayed after becoming a monster, disregarding everything else and turning a blind eye to everything else.

"[Unleash a beam of light, the bow of sacred wood. You are a master archer!]"

And there was that girl who sang harder than anyone else.

This compatriot looked at Phil Weiss with a gaze more determined and focused than anyone else's.

This honor-loving elven archer refused Philwiss's sympathy, and even now shed tears in her heart on behalf of the unworthy Philwiss.

(Why is this happening—!? Lefia!!)

Why won't they just obediently let themselves be killed?

Why don't they understand their own good intentions?

Why don't you understand that even if you defeat yourself, you can't save anyone else?

The only path she could take was one of destruction; it was the only way. From the moment she lost all hope and decided to seek salvation through taboo to escape reality, this became her destiny.

If she didn't do this, the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood she had created would become meaningless.

Killing for herself, taking countless lives to free herself—all the sacrifices she made along the way would be meaningless.

Therefore, Phil Weiss cannot stop; at this point, she has no choice but to act.

But──

"Miss Philweis!"

—Don't go against me.

--Don't look at me like that.

—Stop calling out to me, who has already become filthy!

Philvis screamed inwardly, tearing at her hair. The other Philvis spat and donned the mask. The girl, concealing her anger and tears beneath a cloak of darkness, roared with a fury no less than the adventurers, transforming into a tyrannical monster.

To continue her path of destruction, she swung away the fangs of wolves, the swords of adventurers, and the arrows of light shot from her own kind.

Just then—

"──────"

Phil Weiss sensed it.

It screamed as it sensed the forbidden presence that had connected with it.

Sensing the fact that the "Seventh Immortal Essence" was destroyed by the "Heroic Strike".

They sensed that the Lord God's plan had been thwarted.

Because she is both a fairy's tentacle and a follower of the main god, she can perceive this faster than anyone else through resonance.

Therefore, her mind went completely blank in an instant.

In an instant, the "Heroic Strike" caused the earth to shake. While Lina, Chunji, Luluni and the others were desperately trying to steady themselves, the werewolf with a fierce look in his eyes did not let go of this "flaw".

"Oraa ...

"Well!?"

Bert's full-force kick struck Phil Weiss's body directly.

Although the monster was sent flying by the fierce attack, Bert still jumped back.

He observed the distance between himself and the enemy and broke the "forbidden oath" on the spot.

"The King of Wolves Who Has Taken the Precepts!"

Begin chanting.

Not only Philweis, but all the allies were greatly surprised when Bert decisively decided to use "magic".

"[First wound, restraint. Second wound, screams of pain. Third wound, pile driving. Hunger and thirst are the only hope. Open the river, mingle with the flow of blood, wash away the tears.]"

Bert, exuding murderous intent, met Lefia's eyes as she shuddered and came to her senses.

Without a way to deliver the fatal blow, unable to finish off the opponent in one fell swoop, continuing like this would lead to defeat. The girls would all die tragically. Bert could never accept such an outcome, so he decided to lift the "commandment" he had set for himself.

Philweis Charlia abandons everything, chooses solitude, and embarks on the path of destruction she seeks.

In that case, Bert must also abandon everything. Whether it's pointless pride or self-loathing, they are all trivial matters in the face of this life-or-death struggle.

"[O unhealable wounds, never forget this anger and resentment, never forget your weakness and raging fire!]"

The prayers, like a curse, never ceased, fluently weaving forbidden flames.

The moment when we muster all our strength to embrace the power that liberates Bert's origin.

“──!!”

As an eccentric, there's no reason for me to allow this situation to continue.

Orcs who weren't mages and couldn't cast "Parallel Chanting" were simply perfect sitting ducks. Enraged, Philvis got up and stretched one hand forward.

"Hate the world, acknowledge the truth of things, and cry until your tears run dry!"

"【The Holy Staff of Destruction, sweep away my enemies!】"

The chants of both overlapped, but the very short chant immediately caught up with the very long chant.

Compared to Bert's furrowed brow, Phil Weiss was already ready to pull the trigger.