A thick fog of blood filled the square as more and more people died in agony.
Bodies piled up, fresh blood pooled together, and the crimson light grew blindingly bright.
Allen was now directly above Kyle. Flames churned around him, wind howled, and countless fireballs and wind blades rained down from the sky.
"Be careful, my lord!"
Kyle's guards rushed up without hesitation, throwing their bodies in the path of Allen's Forbidden Spell to block the attack.
Boom! Boom!
The ground shook with roaring fire and violent wind. Dozens of them were blown apart by the sheer force. The energy shockwave even hit Kyle; he spat blood, his face turning even paler.
Yet, he didn't try to dodge. He just kept muttering incantations under his breath.
"You really are just like that Heavenly King," the priest said coldly, watching Allen unleash spell after spell. "You don't care about the life force burned by Forbidden Spells!"
