Without any warning, the eleven sharp points struck downward like a sudden storm, aiming fiercely at Germain!
But at the next moment, the cat-like Camilla, with her vertical pupils, widened her eyes in surprise.
She saw Germain's jet-black greatsword morph into a semi-circular shield, protecting him completely from head to toe!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
No matter from which direction the eleven sharp spikes came, they all struck against the dark protective shield—and no matter how hard they hit, the shield refused to break!
Again!
Camilla was baffled. This was already the third or fourth time that Germain had anticipated her moves in advance and responded immediately.
Either his reflexes were unbelievably sharp, or he could see the future, or maybe he could even hear the thoughts in her mind...
No matter which it was, it confirmed one thing — Germain was the most terrifying enemy she had ever faced.
Helplessly, she roared and howled, unleashing eleven sharp, rapid strikes toward the dark protective shield.
But all she got in return was an immovable, solid defense as steady as a mountain!
Camilla poured out all the accumulated resentment and anger she had been holding inside, masking the deep unease and fear within her heart.
Once again, she recalled the experience from the night before — that horrifying ordeal, when she was utterly powerless and could only watch as It crawled out from inside her body...
Camilla was a queen. Why did she have to go through something like this?
Her face twisted in a grimace, teeth clenched tightly — but in the next moment, she suddenly froze.
Confused, she looked down and saw the silver blade piercing through her chest.
Then, lifting her eyes slightly, she saw the dark shield in front of her finally crack open...
Inside, there was nothing left.
Understanding dawned on her, and she turned around.
Behind her stood Germain, spreading his silver wings wide.
While the beastly Camilla kept relentlessly attacking the pitch-black defensive shield, he quietly appeared behind her in an instant.
Then, holding his silver-white blade, he thrust it forward, piercing through her back and emerging from her chest!
Germain pulled the silver blade back, dripping with fresh blood that splattered onto the cracked floor.
The blade then darkened into black and transformed into the twin guns in his hands.
He fired rapidly, aiming the barrels at the beastly Camilla right in front of him, shooting out dark bullets!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Camilla's massive, beast-like body shook violently under the barrage of dark bullets. Her torso was shattered bit by bit, and her huge feline head was blasted to pieces.
Boom!
Covered in corrupt dark blood, she finally collapsed, staring up at the stormy sky, her eyes refusing to close in death.
In the end, she fell just short of the final step to ruling the New Kakin Empire.
As Camilla's lingering resentment gathered, ready to flow into Germain's Hunter Badge, suddenly an invisible force pulled them back!
Germain looked up and saw the fairy girl, who had been missing for a long time, fluttering her translucent wings and appearing before him again.
She easily absorbed Camilla's Resentments into her mouth, then seductively licked her lips and giggled toward Germain.
After the demi-god's fall, the only remaining apostle of that god—the Seed Urn Bearer—took away a fragment of its soul. It's always trying to revive its deity.
It transformed into a fairy girl, enchanting the first King of Kakin—who, by chance, met her, but inevitably would find the Seed Urn.
The fairy girl caused this bloodline to spend hundreds of years and countless lives, nourishing the Seed Urn, paving the way for the final resurrection ritual.
But unfortunately, everything was in vain. Its deity had to be born prematurely...
The fairy girl covered her mouth and giggled softly once more.
Then, her entire expression shifted—from the cute and charming face she had before, to something dazzlingly seductive, and finally, fierce and terrifying.
Her eyes turned blood red, her veins bulging.
Her delicate, thin wings transformed into heavy golden wings.
Her entire body rapidly grew larger—one meter, ten meters, a hundred meters...
Within seconds, the fairy girl had transformed into a giant so massive that even Germain, looking up with all his might, couldn't see her face clearly.
From Germain's perspective, all he could see were her bare legs below the waist.
The rest of her body was either obscured by a veil of dark, resentful mist or simply beyond his vision.
In Germain's memory, the only beings that could compare to the size of this giant were the Wallfacer he had seen on the Dark Continent's cliffs.
Sure enough, they were of the same level.
In the next instant, the jug-bearer—the fairy girl—lifted her left leg without any hesitation.
Her bare foot slammed down fiercely onto the platform where the Spiked Throne stood.
Boom—
An unprecedented destructive shock shattered the entire platform into countless pieces.
The wide stone steps below crumbled and collapsed along with it.
Whoosh—
Germain had already spread his silver wings.
He streaked across the air like a silver streak, tracing a beautiful arc as he hovered midair.
Looking down, he saw the entire staircase collapse like a row of dominoes.
The people and beasts standing on it all fell into the abyss below—into the ten-thousand-man pit.
Their fate remained uncertain.
Germain didn't hesitate to fly off to rescue the others, but then he heard a terrifying rush of wind slicing through the air!
Boom—
The fairy girl's hands emerged swiftly from the dark clouds, clasping together at an incredible speed. Her target was clearly Germain!
Before her palms could even meet, two terrifying pressures struck out!
The suffocating force pressed down from all directions, pinning Germain at the center, trying to freeze him in place!
But Germain shook his whole body and unleashed a terrifying black glow, like the instant explosion of a supernova. In a flash, he shattered those two invisible pressures!
He transformed into a silver-white arrow and shot forward, narrowly escaping before the fairy girl's palms clapped together.
Thud—
Her hands collided, but Germain had already vanished from that spot.
He didn't intend to run away. Instead, he arced through the air at his limit and flew back in front of her legs.
Raising his pitch-black greatsword, he slashed out wave after wave of murky, black crescent moons aimed at her legs, cutting deep bloody gashes in the air above.
However, none dealt a serious, crippling blow.
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