The next moment, everything exploded.
It wasn’t because they felt angry, but because they felt funny.
A moment later, when the laughter had completely died down, the boss slowly approached Kael, emitting an invisible pressure.
He glared at him, with eyes as if looking at his prey.
They were filled with contempt.
"With just the two of you, you want to destroy us all in one night?"
"Yes. After all, all the important people are here."
"With just the two of you, you want to destroy a gang that has existed for dozens of years?"
"Time will corrode everything."
In truth, this was the first time the boss had met such an arrogant person.
He really didn’t know if the person standing before him was a madman, or if he was really strong.
"...Do you know how strong one of our captains is? And right here, right now, all 20 captains are present. And I, the boss, am here too."
He picked his ear, ignoring the boss’s threat.
"And then? How long are you going to keep talking? I’m starting to get bored."
The boss took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the anger that threatened to explode at any moment.
A few, no, many veins appeared on his temples.
"You guys will die, aren’t you afraid?"
"The ones who will die are you, the Bloody Mary gang."
The boss roared, releasing a sound wave so powerful that it shattered all the glass into pieces.
But, before he could do anything else, Erza’s sword was swung.
That was all the prince needed to take the bastard’s head.
It all looked so easy that it was ironic.
Who would have thought that the boss of a famous gang would be killed so easily and quickly?
Everyone present in the bar was stunned by what they saw.
Their boss, the strongest, had actually been killed.
Kael smiled, took out his own sword, and pointed the sharp tip at his enemy.
After the boss’s death, all the remaining people seemed to have gone mad.
Like tireless beasts, they continuously charged at Kael and Erza like moths to a flame.
Unfortunately, no matter how many of them there were, or how much their power had increased...
...These people were still completely no match for him and the prince.
Those who rushed forward were either killed or sent flying far away.
One by one, they fell.
Some of them didn’t even have time to leave any wounds on Kael or Erza before they were gone forever.
Blood continuously splattered.
Dyeing the entire bar red.
It even obscured his vision.
But even so, Kael was somehow able to continue slaughtering.
’So this is what they call instinct?’
Just like that, the number of enemies was reduced in the blink of an eye.
The moment Kael stopped, they had killed exactly 30 people.
Now, there were only 4 people left.
And just by looking at their eyes, he could tell that they had completely lost their will to fight.
"What? You still want to charge forward? If that’s the case, then fine, I don’t mind killing a few more people."
He said, his lips curling up slightly.
For some reason, Kael was enjoying this feeling.
It wasn’t the feeling of mocking someone.
It was the feeling of killing people, of seeing blood, and of using his sword to pierce through the flesh of his enemies.
...Maybe Kael really was a madman.
Almost at the same time, the four of them shook their heads frantically.
They even threw down their weapons as if to prove their actions.
Without Kael needing to repeat himself, the four of them instantly left the bar.
They didn’t even dare to walk fast or make any noise for fear of upsetting him.
"Oh, how come I didn’t know that you were someone who liked to toy with other people’s lives?"
Kael shrugged indifferently.
"There’s still a lot you don’t know about me."
"Then maybe I’ll start finding out from now on."
"...Let’s not waste any more time, let’s get to the main point."
With that, Erza walked deeper into the bar to find a bucket, or a basin.
Meanwhile, he wandered around, beheading each corpse before they decomposed or stopped bleeding.
A moment later, the prince returned with an iron bucket.
And the moment he put it down, Kael began filling it with the blood of the 30 sinners.
"To be honest, we hit it off quite well."
While waiting, the prince decided to start a conversation.
"What do you think about becoming my comrade? I quite like you."
Kael only glanced at Erza once, then returned to his work.
"No way. My comrade is Hans."
He was the main character after all.
"Then can I become the second comrade?"
"No, that position is already occupied by the person I love. If you want, you can become my third comrade."
Erza was completely speechless.
He was one of the seven great heroes, but in Kael’s eyes, he was no different from an ordinary person.
Coincidentally, when their conversation came to an end, the bucket was filled.
"There you go, continue."
"...You really like ordering the prince of a kingdom around, huh?"
The prince laughed helplessly, then threw the violet into the bucket.
Normally, that violet flower should float.
But now, it had sunk, no longer visible on the surface.
It was as if it had been pulled down by some invisible, demonic force.
Both of them fell silent, focusing all their attention on that bucket of blood in case something unexpected happened.
And sure enough, something started to happen.
The blood in the bucket started to boil, as if a demon was screaming its way out.
Deathly auras appeared.
Dancing around the bucket.
As if a party was being held, welcoming the birth of something extremely formidable. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet
Kael felt an unpleasant sensation in his throat.
As if he was being strangled by someone, or something.
It was hard to breathe.
But strangely, there was no pain.
To be honest, they weren’t sure how likely it was to succeed.
But it seemed that this time, the heavens did not disappoint the expectations of both of them.
Because after exactly 1 minute, that violet flower was brought back to the surface.
At the same time, it had undergone a significant change.
Currently, that flower was surrounded by a black aura.
Causing Kael, even just looking at it, to feel death and a chill down his spine.
As if it was a flower planted by a demon.
However, this also meant that they had succeeded.
A smile appeared on the corner of both of their lips.
Violet of the Abyss, acquired!