For the first time, shock appeared on the Lord's face.
Laurent didn't rush his attack—his ultimate strike still needed to charge. It wouldn't hurt to disgust his opponent a little more while waiting.
"Did you know? The Luobishi Divine Sword couldn't kill me. I already pierced myself with it, but in the end, it only sealed my evil essence within my body. In other words—" Laurent's smile grew sinister.
"All I need now is to find a suitable host~"
As soon as his words ended, he vanished and instantly reappeared before the Lord. The latter barely reacted, hastily preparing to counterattack, but his movements halted halfway. A sickening, viscous, blood-like substance suddenly erupted around him.
The Lord's pupils shrank.
Impossible—Heaven itself had been corrupted!
Laurent didn't care about his opponent's astonishment, swinging his sword without a shred of hesitation.
The blade of the Luobishi Divine Sword glowed brilliantly, illuminating the space around it like the blazing sun.
Vmmm—!
A sharp slash rang out. Delayed by the thick, foul liquid, the Lord couldn't dodge in time, and Laurent's attack cleanly severed one of his arms.
Laurent clicked his tongue.
In truth, during his first battle with Michael and the others, he had planted seeds in every angel who showed even a hint of fear. Now, he was merely letting those seeds bloom. As Laurent finished his strike, several angels around him uncontrollably clutched their chests. Black blood seeped from their bodies, devouring or enslaving them entirely.
These were angels he hadn't killed during the previous fight—Laurent had deliberately left something within them.
Even though his evil had been sealed away, controlling these things was still within his grasp.
He stepped forward with his left foot, a wild, cruel smile spreading across his face.
"If you keep treating this like a game, I won't hesitate to peel your skin off and fry those chicken wings of yours."
These words finally sparked clear displeasure in the Lord.
The Lord stood, golden light gathering in his remaining hand, manifesting another golden sword.
Seeing this, Laurent's grin widened. "That's right—it's more fun this way! Only by torturing you like this can I finally relieve my anger!"
The instant he finished speaking, he charged forward. The Lord immediately responded, meeting Laurent's blade head-on without hesitation.
BOOM!
The heavens and earth shook violently from their collision. Golden light erupted, radiating outward like scorching laser beams, engulfing the area around them.
At the heart of this chaos, Laurent didn't retreat even an inch. Instead, he pressed harder with his sword.
He could clearly feel the Luobishi divine sword trembling in his grasp.
BOOM—! The space around them shuddered again.
As both blades collided once more, Laurent planted his right foot firmly, refusing to pause, continuing his relentless assault.
"Laurent! Even if you kill me, you cannot reverse what's happened!"
"Don't you get it? Anger exists precisely to vent it! Yeah, I can't bring her back—but that doesn't mean I'll let you live!"
People knew revenge wouldn't yield benefits, yet why did they pursue it? Not because they lost their minds, but precisely because they were calm—utterly, painfully calm. Calm enough to know they needed to relieve their inner agony, calm enough to know nothing could ever be undone. So, they had no choice but to eliminate the cause of their suffering!
"Every single person here must die!"
Perhaps this was truly the end of the Age of Gods.
With one final swing, Laurent severed the Lord's head. All that remained in this space were terrified angels staring at him.
Laurent showed no mercy—he slaughtered every last one, leaving no survivors.
At the end, drenched head to toe in angelic blood, a blissful smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
Was he rejoicing in his victory, or simply savoring the slaughter? Laurent wasn't sure—but he knew one thing clearly:
He was now the only god left here.
Thinking of this, Laurent's grin widened grotesquely.
"Bwahahahaha—!"
Blood stained his face as angelic blood pooled around him. He lifted the Lord's severed head.
Laurent distinctly felt a sensation akin to authority now coursing through his body.
It was as if this vast space now belonged entirely under his control.
Was he happy? He didn't know. Soon enough, his smile faded.
He covered his face with a hand, his smile now turning bitter.
It was over. He'd taken revenge; he'd killed them all—this was supposed to be a happy occasion.
Yet, deep within him, there was no joy—just hollow smiles forced onto his lips.
Laurent sat heavily on the ground, letting out a long sigh. It's gone. Jeanne d'Arc was gone. Everything from before would never return.
He remembered how he'd started.
Once, he'd just been an ordinary doctor living an ordinary life, even dying while trying to save someone.
Then, in a white space, he chose Jeanne as his single favorite. Now, step by step, he had reached this point.
Lowering his head, he looked at the severed head and showed a cruel smile.
Rest assured, I won't even let your corpses rest in peace.
Wait—speaking of which, where's that damn system?
He smacked his head.
He hadn't paid attention due to everything happening around him. Only now did he realize that after obtaining Absolute Evil, the system's notifications had stopped completely.
"The Path? Where's my Path of Evil? Why is there no voice at all?"
Thinking about this, Laurent slowly stood up again.
Now, this pure white space was entirely under his command.
With a shift of authority, he reshaped it into a massive castle.
Just then, faint electronic static buzzed in his ears.
Laurent halted immediately.
[Energy Replenishment In Progress].
[Current Restoration: 30%.]
[Ding—Does the host wish to change their Oshi?]
This time, the voice didn't sound in his mind, but echoed throughout the pure white space.
Immediately afterward, countless selection screens appeared before him.
"No need."
[The host's current status is 'The One and Only God.' You may only descend physically.]
"What would I go back down for? Jeanne's not there."
[Does the host wish to descend into that world? If not, another character will be randomly assigned as your Oshi.]
A countdown appeared.
Laurent clicked his tongue. Why this again?
"Is there no other way?"
"That world contains magi and the Holy Grail. In theory, Jeanne d'Arc isn't truly dead. However, obtaining her requires your own efforts."
Catching these key words, Laurent's expression turned serious.
"Make your choice, hos—"
"I'll trust you one more time. Send me back down to that world."
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