It had been a long time since Edlund had experienced such emotions, joy and pleasure. His heavy body seemed to collapse and become lighter and lighter.
The corrupt and old soul seemed to be trying to break free from the constraints of the body and rise to the clouds.
perhaps…
Maybe this is what I have always wanted.
Edlen suddenly thought.
In his life of fighting monsters to the death, he had been chasing for too long, so long that he was already riddled with wounds and exhausted.
So when Watson wished he would die, Edlon was not actually angry, but instead felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
That should be it. In fact, I have long been tired of all this, but the so-called mission and responsibility have always bound myself tightly and forced me to move forward continuously.
He is too tired.
In the deepest part of my heart, the deepest part of my soul, I may have been praying for these.
Someone can come and deny himself and bring relief from all this.
“What a nostalgic scene!”
Edlen spoke excitedly, so lightly that even the endless whispering in his mind seemed to disappear briefly.
For Edlen, this is the last war.
As if he had regained his youth, he strode forward with great strength and vigor.
Angels descended from the blazing white thunder, and the brilliant lightning made the battlefield of purgatory pale. They had expressionless faces, like exquisite sculptures, with spiral spikes breaking out from the palms of their hands. They waved their wings and brought down the wrath of divine punishment on the hideous and deformed monsters.
As early as when Edlon promised Watson, he rushed all the way here, and all the watchers were dispatched to end everything here.
The angels moved at high speed, their blank minds only relying on instinct. Fear and death were meaningless to them, and they faithfully carried out Edlen's orders.
The spiral spikes left scars on the monster's body. Huge wounds opened up, and dirty blood and internal organs flowed out.
This is a war where no one can survive. As Edren swings his sword again and again, the power of [Forget] has filled the death cell. It is like a gas chamber, and the deadly poison is not only killing the monsters, but also the watchers.
Edlon is also going to die, but he is not afraid. Just as Watson said, in the near future, or maybe even longer, Edlon will one day fall into the maelstrom of madness, and sooner or later he will be completely devoured by the unspeakable.
He not only wants to kill Roger, but also kill himself.
As for what happens next...
after…
Edlun smiled and slashed out with his sword. The nail sword collapsed, and the power of [Forget] attached to it emerged with the slash, sweeping past like a torrent and engulfing the monster.
It was as if a strong acid was corroding the monster's body. The surface of its skin was burned into blood, and then the skin cracked, with a hoarse bubbling sound.
The same burning happened to Edren's body. His sleeves exploded and his naked arms were covered with red cracks, like a doll that was about to break.
Edlund didn't think too much about what happened afterwards, he had already let it go.
Edlen holds everything too tightly, holding everything about humanity firmly in his hands. He self-righteously becomes a shepherd, setting up fences to keep humans within their sanity.