Ark: The Cycle of Light and Darkness

Levatin no longer bursts out with fire, but with light.

It was not a beam of light, not a patch of light, but a stream of light, as if a mighty and endless river was rushing in with supreme power, drowning everything in an instant.

The red mist, tentacles, and creations of flesh and blood instantly collapsed in such a roar of light, just like the darkness shattered under the sunlight, and this was just the aftermath of the attack.

The slash of light caught up with the blood demon who was trying to escape in the form of mist, and then a second round of more dazzling halo erupted.

"ah……! You-uh……！！"

The blood demon who was hit made a distressed sound for the first time. Even though he had launched defenses in all directions, he was still not completely immune to the invasion of the light and kept retreating. The blood mist shield spread out on his body melted like butter under the flames in front of this roar of light, unable to even buy him an extra second.

——However, only when the slash actually fell on him did the Blood Demon realize how terrifying it was.

Even though the Gorefiend's talent gave him near-immortal vitality and regeneration, it became a burden or even a disadvantage in the face of this terrifying slash. The flesh and blood was once again destroyed by light during the reorganization of the body surface, and the cycle continued. It took seven times to finally exhaust the power of the slash.

In other words, if it were not for the special characteristics of being a blood demon, that roaring slash could kill the monarch seven times!

The clothes on the upper body have been completely torn, leaving only a few broken pieces hanging stubbornly to show the elegance of the past. At this moment, the huge scar on the blood demon's chest has not yet completely healed, and he is leaning forward, which is quite laborious. Breathing heavily.

No one can connect the image of the vigilante butcher just now with the person in front of him.

The tall Gorefiend raised his head and looked at Shirter who made this slash with resentment and slightly puzzled eyes.

He was certain that the girl in front of him would never be able to use such an attack - the gap between dimensions could not be overcome so easily.

If this is the case, then there must be a certain expert behind her, and that slash was a warning from that expert to the Blood Demon.

——Yes, he saw it.

The figure standing in front of the flame-haired girl, a silent man wearing a black cloak, was holding a snow-white slender horizontal knife. At this time, he was raising the blade and pointing the tip at the Blood Demon.

That's...a provocation.

With the blood demon's arrogance, it is impossible not to be angry - the existence that once provoked him has long been integrated with his Origin Stone skills at this moment, turning into a tiny part in the blood river, constantly providing creations of flesh and blood. vitality & energy

——Blood Demon took a step forward.

He would bet that the person in front of him would not be able to kill the second roar of light, and at this distance, the all-pervasive flesh and blood creations and tentacles would become his capital to turn defeat into victory.

Then he saw the figure under the gray cloak, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.

——when!

Indeed, there was no second roar of light, but the Blood Demon's eyes could not help but focus on the weapon pinned to the ground by the gray cloak.

It was... a red and black sword, but what was special was that this weapon had left a deep impression on the Blood Demon, a very... bad impression.

If the horizontal sword before could still be seen as imitating Regulus Harvey's weapon, then the shape and momentum of this big sword were exactly the same as the nightmarish feeling that day.

The blood demon screamed and retreated wildly.

(Regulus Harvey... Regulus Harvey!! You didn't die! How dare you not die...!!!)

Nightmare memories, nightmarish fears... Blood Demon's Life is long, and fear will be engraved in the soul.

He is a fanatic, but not a lunatic.

Therefore, the blood demon's royal court did not hesitate, transformed into mist, transformed into a bat, and moved away as quickly as possible, just to leave the existence in front of him as soon as possible.

But the gray cloak didn't move.

The eyes shrouded under the cloak watched coldly as the figure of the Blood Demon fled in a hurry until it disappeared from sight.

————Dividing line————

The Blood Demon left in a panic, leaving only the broken corpses of the self-rescue army on the ground, as well as Huang and Shirter.

Shirte's figure also swayed slightly, then softened. But before the body collapsed completely, a figure in a gray cloak appeared behind the girl. He held the unconscious girl's waist and half-reclined her in his arms.

Huang came back from the shock and looked at the"ally" who suddenly appeared. He opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

The slash just now was not something Shirter could have delivered. I am afraid it was the work of the"friendly soldier" in front of me. The other party gave me a strange sense of familiarity, but it seemed to be shrouded in a mist.

(She ends up——）

"——Who is it, right?"

As if he guessed what Feilin girl was thinking, a pleasant voice came from under the cloak. The moment he heard this voice, Huang's whole body shook violently.

"I thought you would have guessed my identity when you saw Night Snatcher.——"

The Sakazi beauty slowly took off the gray cloak on her head, her long black hair flowing down, her strange and familiar eyes stared at Huang, who had already felt everything, and smiled lightly.

"I am——Regulus Harvey."