Chapter 531: Till the Last Breath (3)

In a blink, Frey’s blades tore through Dragoth without mercy, unleashing a torrent of destructive aura shells.

Fighting like a lunatic, Frey realized he was no longer sane ..life had pushed him far beyond that point. All he could do now was create illusions, sanctuaries of the mind.

Every time he fell into despair, Frey had forged a new version of himself ..stronger, fiercer, more unbreakable.

And this Frey—the current one—was the ultimate embodiment of all that accumulated suffering. A merciless beast.

"LOOK AT ME!! Look at the monster I’ve become!!!"

"Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow – Frey Starlight Style: Nameless Judgement!!!"

BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!

With one devastating blow born of madness, Frey split the very world in half, obliterating Dragoth’s body as he tried to resist.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED TO SEE, ISN’T IT?! THIS IS THE MADNESS YOU DEMANDED!!!"

Grabbing Dragoth’s mangled face, barely holding together...

Frey dragged him across the battlefield, grinding his face into the ground and anything standing upon it.

"I am a killing machine! I was born to slaughter! Born to destroy! And yes...death and destruction! That’s exactly what I’ll deliver!!"

Frey screamed into Dragoth’s face before tossing him away ..only to chase after him like a beast.

"The boy is dead... the weakling who cried and suffered from your games is gone! He no longer exists!!"

He hurled Dragoth’s body again and again—then paused suddenly, gripping his opponent’s shattered face once more.

"Look at me," he said, slamming Dragoth’s face into the ground once again.

"LOOK AT ME!!!"

Screaming madly, Frey’s body erupted, unleashing utter devastation.

"Ignition."

With a single word, a nuclear-level ignition shook the world once more, firing a colossal pillar of dark aura toward the sky.

From that blast, Dragoth’s body was completely obliterated ..leaving behind nothing but his head... and a fragment of his chest.

Dragoth couldn’t break free ..Frey’s grip remained firm.

"What do you see when you look at me? What exactly do you think resides inside me? What is it that you expect of me?! There’s nothing left... nothing but the void."

"The void—and a raging hunger... an unending thirst... a madness with no bottom!!"

Frey’s body trembled uncontrollably. His eyes lost their light and quivered in their sockets.

Everything... slipped away.

"DEATH! That’s all that’s left!!"

Hurling Dragoth’s body toward the sky, Frey brought his swords down upon his enemy.

Words no longer came from his mouth—only meaningless, chaotic scribbles as he lost himself completely.

His sword unleashed a blazing violet arc that shook the world. He had lost the clarity of mind even to name his attack.

The Nameless Judgement became a wailing elegy ..mourning his current state.

Frey unleashed it once... then again... and again...

The sky turned violet. His hand burst from the sheer pressure, flesh and bone scattering across the battlefield.

But he didn’t care. He kept attacking until nothing was left of his enemy but ash.

He walked across the battlefield, whispering words that held no meaning...

He had become the killing machine he once dreamed of.

The monster who could endure anything.

The monster who would never stop fighting ..no matter how brutal life became.

A beast who would fight... until death.

Frey started walking... then running... then leaping—flying.

With terrifying speed, and a black, ominous aura crawling over him...

He charged toward anyone who dared raise their sword against him.

"Kill them," said all the versions of Frey at once.

"Rip them apart. Annihilate them. Every single one who dared curse us with this life."

"Don’t stop running. If you can’t run, walk. If you can’t walk, crawl... but don’t stop. Not until every last enemy is dead."

Leaving behind the crater of destruction he had created...

Frey abandoned everything and lunged forward ..toward where his enemies awaited.

He spoke rapidly, but what came from his mouth wasn’t language... just whispers from the depths of hell.

He covered a monstrous distance in a blink ..threatening to obliterate anything in his path.

But his berserk advance was halted—

When a massive pillar of light descended from the sky, engulfing him mercilessly and obliterating everything around him.

Frey crashed violently to the ground, but he immediately twisted back up, scanning for the source of the attack ..

Only to see her floating high above in the sky... looking down at him with blatant contempt.

"Is this the answer you’ve chosen, Frey Starlight?"

Waving her wand, Beatrice prepared for battle.

"I’ve lived long and seen much... but I’ve never encountered anything like you..."

Even the eternal witch herself hadn’t lived long enough to witness a creature so twisted and deranged as the one before her.

Frey crawled slowly along the ground—before vanishing entirely.

Even in that state of madness... he could still teleport.

He erased the distance in an instant.

Magic resistance triggered automatically, preventing Beatrice from reacting ..

And his swords threatened to erase her from existence.

But she didn’t say much.

"He’s all yours, Beleth."

At the moment she spoke his name.. just as Frey’s blades were mere inches from her face ..

A colossal fist emerged from the void, slamming into Frey’s right side and shattering his body.

One strike crushed his bones and tore through his flesh ..sending him flying away like a ragdoll.

The figure who struck him descended from the sky, charging across the ground toward Frey.

"This is the monster you’re all afraid of?!"

His voice was harsh and gravelly. His body was massive ..well over three meters tall.

His hair was a wild, bloody red, and his eyes were consumed by shadow—only a cursed red gleam shone through.

He bore two horns—one of them broken—and his body was covered in some strange, black substance.

He collided with Frey, mercilessly crushing him.

"I came from far away just for the chance to enjoy a good fight! Don’t disappoint me!!" he roared with laughter.

Beleth — Demon of the 18th highest rank.

One of the demons of the Black Faction.

He laughed maniacally as he raised his massive fist again, aiming to pulverize Frey further ..

But his smile vanished instantly...

When Frey disappeared ..reappearing behind him in less than a heartbeat.

One moment ..then hundreds of violet slashes tore into Beleth’s body, shredding him without mercy.

"Don’t underestimate him!! Fight him with everything you have!!"

Behind Beatrice, hundreds of celestial spheres materialized—bombarding the battlefield mercilessly, targeting Frey.

"I know, damn it!" Beleth growled.

Unaffected by his injuries, he charged forward, his fists blazing with seething dark aura.

He collided with Frey head-on, even as Beatrice’s infernal barrage rained down upon him.

Amid the chaos, Frey never stopped talking.

He kept producing sounds from his mouth.. but they weren’t in any language.

Just meaningless, guttural scribbles.

"What sort of curse are you trying to place on us, Frey Starlight?"