Arthur observed everything from an overlooking perspective—
The roaring words reached his ears, carrying information Arthur couldn't ignore.
The young spirit medium once again looked at the old gentleman in the black suit, his eyes reflecting that deep color, appearing even darker.
In the end, it returns to death.
It's the end point of all things, yet it's also a brand new starting point.
After a singularity and extremity, a new beginning unconsciously attracted Arthur's gaze.
The young spirit medium's talent [Breath of Death] flashed several times quickly, the indistinct inseparability made Arthur suddenly understand what his sudden talent during baptism was all about.
Originating from 'Death'.
Would 'Death' be so kind-hearted?
Arthur's [Spirituality] conveyed this point.
And in the next moment, it was also confirmed—
The old gentleman in the black suit immediately detected something as Arthur's talent [Breath of Death] flickered. The old gentleman raised his head to scan the surroundings.
He was searching for that trace of death.
His face turned extremely ugly.
He was deceived again.
'Death' roared lowly.
Yet immediately, it was submerged in a rich white radiance.
Not the pallor of white.
But the white of thunder.
A warhammer appeared in the hands of the middle-aged man.
As streaks of electricity flashed and burst forth, the middle-aged man leapt high—
"'Death' you traitor!"
The middle-aged man wielded the warhammer and slammed it down viciously, his roar transforming into thunder.
In this silent land, a thunderbolt descended from the sky, as if to slice the whole world.
But, it abruptly stopped.
The old gentleman raised his right hand.
The pure silver ring embedded with white bones flashed with light.
A million specters surged out.
As black as ink, like tidal waves, inducing shivers.
The middle-aged man descending from the sky, together with the lightning, was blown away.
"Heh, South Los, you're still the same."
The old gentleman chuckled, looking at the middle-aged man covered by specters, continuing: "Whose alias did you use?
Or your comrade-in-arms...
In the mocking words, the old gentleman laughed even more heartily.
Because, these people were all indirectly or directly killed by him.
Especially that Kate.
He was South Los's friend, and took the arrow meant for South Los.
Both body and soul withered together.
He still remembers South Los wanting to embrace his friend's corpse, only for it to turn to sand, South Los's scream, he still remembers.
Just like at this moment—
Lightning surged towards the sky.
The middle-aged man with a naive appearance...
Under the electricity, the disguise completely vanished.
An attractive face appeared in everyone's sight, with arcs of electricity flickering at the hair ends.
At this moment, the million specters were completely annihilated.
In thunder booming far beyond before, the Old Earl of South Los descended like a Thunder Dragon.
At the same time, the face of a kind old man was full of greenery.
One after another, rendered vines grasped the old gentleman directly.
"Dare to touch me directly.
Old Hunter, you really are not afraid of death."
How could I not be afraid?
However, compared to my death, your 'Death's' demise makes me more jubilant—Aaron, do it!"
Unmatched sharpness erupted from the young man.
The laziness on the youth disappeared at this moment.
What remained was the sharpness belonging to the sword.
The land of death suddenly stirred with airflow.
In the boundless land of death, a longsword cast into the abyss radiated endless brilliance.
It heard its master's call.
No sound of breaking, the longsword cleaved through space and appeared in Aaron's hand.
And it was at this moment, Aaron began to be complete.
Sword and man, became one.
Like substantial sharpness tearing through the void.
Holiness and compassion.
"'Sword Saint' Icarus!
Even now, you still can't let go?"
The old gentleman looked at the young man, calling out Aaron's real name, then sighed.
And this sigh earned a strike from 'Sword Saint' Icarus.
With this strike, heaven and earth changed color.
This strike... severed Arthur's peeping gaze.
Standing on the steps, Arthur squinted his eyes.
The Old Earl of South Los.
That middle-aged man who appeared naive and honest turned out to be the Old Earl of South Los.
The Old Earl of South Los, who had supposedly died, was actually alive.
Not only alive but had long become a demigod.
Standing above the fourth order, Arthur was very certain, the Old Earl of South Los was already a demigod.
'Not only multilayered disguise, but faked death.
To avenge, he almost abandoned everything?
Hatred, it makes people so persistent.'
Arthur sighed, yet in his mind unconsciously floated the image of another youth.
Or rather, to be precise, 'Sword Saint' Icarus.
The aura on the other, similar to Old Charlie's scoundrel vibe, always caught the young spirit medium's attention.
Of course, there's also 'Death'!
Immediately, a deeper chill settled in Arthur's eyes.
At this moment, Arthur suddenly thought of a saying from his hometown—
How can one allow others to snore near one's pillow?
He possesses 'Death'.
The counterpart is also 'Death'.
It must be Old Charlie's trick.