Chapter 81
Kwangshin caught the scent of blood.
It was a scent that brought his vow to mind. A vow to devote his entire life to the single-minded pursuit of slaying demons. Fanatic was a man who kept his promises. He intended to kill demons without question, then descend into hell itself to tear apart the demons gathered there. Thus, the boundary between life and death held little meaning for this man.
He had merely confined himself to his quarters to avoid killing those who were not demons.
The seal was broken.
Watching the young man fight alone now, Kwangshin felt deeply satisfied. Danwooseong fought with utter brutality. Most of his blows shattered limbs in a single strike.
Kwangshin entered the battlefield and said.
“Excellent. This is why I still live.”
Kwangshin’s form seemed to waver, but he seized the Golden Mask Man’s leg barehanded, crushed it, and turned it into a weapon. He grabbed the screaming weapon with his right hand, sweeping it wildly across the battlefield.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
To prevent the weapon from moving on its own, he slammed it into the ground, smashing its skull first. To Kwangshin, it was a corpse and a weapon, feeling no heavier than a pair of chopsticks. Before long, he held two corpses in each hand and began his slaughter.
When a situation appears too horrific, people either lose their minds or it starts to look like some kind of absurdly humorous situation that transcends the horror. It becomes unclear whether this is reality or a dream, and the atmosphere spirals into madness.
