Huh? Are they all real?.

"The radiance of the Dark Moon? You not only brought the power of the Holy Sword, but you also brought the Dark Moon!"

"Ah, ah, ah!"

A sharp blade that could endanger one's life, and a sturdy shield that leaves one helpless.

Yes, this is the formidable opponent I've always longed for!

"Asclepius, you've really surprised me!"

With his body trembling with excitement, He raised his hand in ecstasy and dipped it into his own still-spurting divine blood.

He began to draw vicious curses within his own divine realm.

The Moon Garment can definitely block all physical attacks.

His divine plague clearly couldn't harm the opponent who was burning with world-destroying flames.

So He resorted to His own special skill—a curse!

He simply enjoys the thrill of physical combat, which doesn't mean He truly dislikes his own abilities.

Anything that can be used by Him in battle is a good thing!

"I offer half of my flesh and blood, and half of my soul."

The circle, representing malice, was gradually drawn in the air by the blood of the plague god.

The supreme sacrifice was offered, and the terrifying curse gradually revealed its boundless power.

"I hope for the demise of my enemy before me, and I will witness my victory."

The final rune was drawn by Him, and the unsolvable curse immediately fell.

Faced with this irresistible force, even His divine realm was stained from dark green to deep black.

Neither the Holy Sword nor the Dark Moon can stop this curse!

He stared wide-eyed at Moen below, waiting for an answer with a feeling he himself didn't know what he was hoping for.

Is it success or failure?

Looking at the black ring above my head that gradually filled my entire field of vision.

Moen revealed his third ring—a black hair ring that symbolized the love of the abyss, the source of curses and the end of malice.

Therefore, when the black hair ring began to display its divine power, the jet-black ring completely collapsed.

There is no curse that can compare to the abyss.

There is no curse that can harm the love of the abyss.

If such a thing truly exists, it can only be love from the depths of the abyss.

The pitch-black ring vanished completely, and the flesh and soul He offered also collapsed.

Looking at myself, who had been reduced to half in every sense of the word in just a short time.

The corner of his mouth on half of his face was raised to a terrifying angle.

“I was afraid, very afraid, Asclepius. Because I was afraid that after being tormented by you for so many years, I would lose my desire and fearlessness in battle.”

"Instead, he became a pitiful creature who hesitated and was afraid that you would stab him in the head again and torture him."

"But now I realize that I haven't changed. I do feel fear, but it's not fear of torment, but fear of never being able to fight the battle I long for again!"

"So fight! Fight to the death, Asclepius!"

He had foreseen his defeat, but that didn't matter anymore; all he wanted now was to keep fighting.

His response was a merciless and ferocious strike from Moen.

After anchoring the enemy, Moen wrapped the Mooncloth around the afterglow of the Holy Sword and unleashed his strongest attack on the still-talking Nicholas.

The immense power even pierced through the divine realm and broke through the sky.

Satellites in low Earth orbit could directly observe that the clouds that covered the entire Earth's surface were suddenly split in two.

But the divine realm did not perish or collapse.

So Moen realized that even that attack hadn't completely defeated his opponent.

And as Moen's gaze moved downwards, he began searching for the other person's figure.

Moen then saw a drop of divine blood fall from the dome.

Then the divine blood began to boil and expand.

In just a few breaths, the unharmed Nicolos was reborn from mid-air and landed on the ground.

But Moen also knew that it was only superficially intact. Such a powerful attack, even with half of the curse offered up, would not have left Him completely unharmed.

And such a performance should be

"Come on, Asclepius, keep fighting!"

Nikoloz charged forward again less than a moment after landing.

This time, Moen revealed his final ring—a gold hair ring from Ansa!

Ansa is the pinnacle of power, the goddess of domination.

Under glory, all is the kingdom of God.

Therefore, this display of divine power is the most exaggerated.

Amidst endless golden radiance, the entire divine realm was being stripped of its sovereignty by the Light of Domination.

Both the pitch black that represented the curse and the dark green that represented the plague began to fade at this moment, turning into dazzling pure gold.

This signifies a change of ownership of the divine realm, so Nicholas, who had just rushed in front of Moen a moment ago, was back in his original position the next moment.

“Ansa Baratheon! Ah, yes, you have this too.”

The voice of sudden realization rang out, and He saw it with surprise.

Moen lowered his hand, which was adorned with many beautiful rings.

He then raised the golden Divine Punishment Greatsword once more.

Is this a challenge for me to engage in close combat?

Ah, yes, he is still just a mortal, but now he's finally on the same level as me.

It's time for a proper close-quarters battle.

Before He could ponder this wonderful dream, Moen had already rushed in front of him.

The divine sword, burning with world-destroying flames, struck His raised arm as He tried to block.

"Yes, yes, that's it, that's it, Asclepius! This is how battles should be fought. What's the point of me always being the one trying to attack?"

The flames of destruction, amplified by the divine sword that was gradually cutting into flesh and blood, were burning His already weakened body with raging fury.

But this only made Him more excited, and He began to fight back against Moen.

Metal and steel clashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

His strength and life were waning uncontrollably, yet His voice grew ever louder.

"Fighting is fun!"

His loud laughter almost filled the entire golden divine realm.

The battle between the two has shifted from a contest of strategies and trump cards to a pure clash of skills.

Nothing fancy, just pure skill.

This was probably the happiest day of His life. The only regret was that this wonderful moment was fleeting.

After the Divine Punishment Greatsword severed His arms again.

He found himself utterly powerless, kneeling on the ground.

Before Him stood Asclepius, who held the great sword of divine punishment across his shoulder.

Seeing this, He couldn't help but smile and say:

"Just like back then."

Chapter 373 This is not an equal battle at all

He was laughing very happily.

He did not care about his own death, because he had already died when he lost everything in his childhood.

His only pursuit was battle, a battle so intense that it made his heart pound wildly and made him feel alive.

Therefore, He had no complaints.

He was already very content.

I am truly content.

Weird.

He lowered his head deeply and slowly suppressed his smile after saying those words.

He then collapsed in utter despair.

"This is not the kind of fight I wanted at all."

"It's nothing like it used to be."

Seeing that Nicholas's spirits had completely collapsed, Moen simply nodded and said:

"Hmm, maybe."

To Moen's reply, He shook his head even more dejectedly:

"This was not an equal battle."

"The gap is too big. You don't even have a ring left to use. And I lost like a joke."

Moen couldn't help but glance at the ring that he hadn't used in the end.

That was the One Ring he took from the Sword of the Fool.

"And I'm not even sure if these are all you can use. You're too calm; you don't have that almost anxious atmosphere you had back then."

"You're just waiting for me to come up to you so you can defeat me."

"This is not what I want at all. It's meaningless, there's no pleasure in it."

As a rival of his time, Nicolos certainly knew Mohn very well.

Moen could only remain silent.

Mohn always held the deceased in high regard.

And Nicolos was clearly about to die.

"But this is not your fault. I can only blame myself for not seeing reality clearly. I still rushed up here and became a laughing stock."

After a self-deprecating laugh, Nicolos raised his head again and looked at Moen, saying:

"Kill me. I have been tormented by that sword for countless years. I have paid the price I deserve."

"So, kill me quickly and decisively, and whatever you do, don't put that sword back into my body."

Even battle maniacs are still afraid of the torment that continues to this day.

After all, it was a pain that penetrated deep into the soul and was continuous.

The burning of world-destroying flames, the piercing through with golden barbs. All of these were unimaginable forms of torture.

Faced with such torture, even a madman would have to go mad.

After a moment of silence, Moen raised the greatsword of divine punishment that was placed on His shoulder high toward His neck.

Seeing this, He breathed a sigh of relief and revealed His neck.

Awaiting final execution.

As the god's head fell, the golden divine realm began to collapse and disintegrate.

The enormous sphere, clearly visible even in near-Earth orbit, vanished just as abruptly as it had appeared.