Under the invisible lash and baptism of bullets, Silas's body collapsed, dissolving into blurred, shattered flesh and blood that scattered across the floor.
Katie and the bearded man saw their attacks working and immediately showed joy on their faces, but Herras sensed something was wrong.
How could a Shepherd possibly be killed so easily?
Sure enough, under their shocked gaze, the pieces of flesh began to wriggle, merging with the crimson blood covering the ground.
The viscous blood began to gather and fuse, once again transforming into a river of blood with tremendous momentum!
"Whoosh..."
Blood waves surged skyward, rushing turbulently through the hall, engulfing everything.
In the whirlpool, countless agonized, wailing faces rose and fell, only to be pressed down again by the waves. These were the people who had been turned into roses earlier.
Herras was horrified to discover that his prohibition against "flesh magic" had failed!
Because his opponent wasn't just manipulating a river of blood with magic. He had directly merged himself into it!
This wasn't flesh magic. The river was him!
"Run!"
Watching the thick crimson tide surge toward them like it was blotting out the sky, all three let out desperate cries.
Without hesitation, they turned and fled toward the exit.
However, how could running speed possibly outpace a raging, terrible flood?
The bearded man, who had thrown away his steam rifle, only managed a few steps before the blood river caught up to him, drowning him in the surging red.
Next was Katie, wearing a thin shirt with a scar on her face. Her body bobbed in the river as she screamed, futilely swinging her long whip.
Several blood-red figures rose from the river's surface, grabbing her limbs and forcibly pulling her body under.
Finally, the crimson river water caught up to Herras. A massive wave crashed down, completely swallowing his figure.
"Boom!"
A moment later, Herras struggled out of the blood river.
Countless arms reached out from the blood, pulling at him. He raised his arm wearing the black iron glove, and in a flash of light, a transparent wall formed, blocking the river water.
"Whoosh..."
The river water paused for a moment, then immediately continued flowing around both sides.
"Separate! Separate! Separate!"
Herras shouted hysterically.
His wig had already come off, and his body was swaying precariously from overusing his Beyonder item.
But his ability took effect. Several invisible walls were created in succession, making the river slow down!
Seeing a chance for survival, Herras turned and ran frantically toward the door. Dense blisters appeared on his skin's surface, a sign of being on the verge of losing control.
Almost there!
The door was right in front of him. Overextended and mentally exhausted, Herras looked at the night outside and felt his heart fill with the joy of survival.
The walls could hold for another ten seconds or so, enough time for him to escape the pursuit and hide in the darkness of night!
The joyful thought flashed through his mind as Herras had already rushed out of the villa door, his feet landing on the solid ground outside.
It was late at night now, pitch black outside. Coming suddenly from the bright hall into the dark outdoors, his vision inevitably went black for a moment.
However, in that brief instant, a figure took advantage of his deprived vision and extremely poor condition, silently rushing forward.
A gleaming dagger gathered tremendous force and, meeting his rushing momentum as he fled, thrust with full strength at his vital point!
"Psh!"
Herras felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by a wave of coldness, cold as this thick night itself.
Using his gradually recovering vision, he looked down to see his heart had been pierced by a dagger.
The assassin holding the dagger was a stunningly beautiful girl with black hair and blue eyes.
Having successfully struck, the girl withdrew her blade without hesitation and quickly retreated, pulling back distance until she disappeared into the garden shadows.
"You actually..."
Herras's eyes widened in disbelief as he clutched his chest.
Blood gushed out through the gaps in his black iron glove.
He struggled to raise his arm, about to declare something again, when a surging sound of water rose behind him. He turned back in shock, his entire field of vision swallowed by red.
"Whoosh!"
Blood water poured out from the door and windows. In the river, countless delicate young girls were swept along.
Just as they were about to scream, in the blink of an eye, the river water gently set them down on the ground outside the villa.
After releasing them, the crimson river water quickly receded, flowing back into the hall.
"You're free now. Go home quickly."
A voice rang out from the dark shadows, speaking to them.
The girls hesitantly got up.
A few bolder ones first ran toward the street outside, quickly leading the other girls to flee in groups.
People had already gathered on the street. They heard the commotion and saw the large number of escaping girls, feeling very surprised.
The outside of the villa gradually became lively.
The hooded girl emerged from the shadows.
She suddenly looked up toward the hall. Inside, an evil, depraved aura filled the space, and that sense of evil was rapidly expanding.
Anyone with the slightest spirituality would sense something was wrong!
The girl ran quickly into the hall.
The hall had been completely destroyed, with rubble scattered everywhere and expensive furniture in ruins.
The only strange thing was that the floor was completely clean, without a trace of blood.
"Ahhhhh! Spare me! Help!"
The villa's owner, Capim, was screaming miserably. The surging blood river circled around him, with a group of hate-filled young girls floating on the river's surface.
Their eyes were full of malice as they opened their mouths and frantically tore at the flesh all over his body until they had devoured him completely.
After Capim's death, expressions of satisfaction appeared on these girls' faces.
Their bodies dissolved into blood water, and transparent spirit bodies floated up, quickly dissipating.
"Whoosh..."
The river of blood also contracted and gathered, finally transforming back into human form.
Silas appeared in the original spot. His straitjacket had been destroyed, and now he wore a blood-red robe, one made of flesh and blood in the style of a Shepherd.
His handsome face showed pain and confusion, and his eyes were still crimson.
"Brother!"
The black-haired girl ran over, calling out to him.
The crimson in Silas's eyes faded slightly. He instinctively looked at his sister and walked a step toward her.
"Plop."
His head fell to the ground.
Immediately after, his body also shattered, like a poorly assembled doll, clattering to pieces on the floor.
"Thump thump!"
All the chunks of flesh began to throb, as if filled with intense pain, screaming silently.
Silas's face showed extreme madness, muttering incoherently under his breath, unable to control himself.
"Hold on, brother..."
The girl rushed into the pile of flesh and blood, gently picking up Silas's head and piecing his body back together bit by bit.
"Sizzle..."
The blood scorched her tender, delicate skin, but she completely ignored it, focusing only on her work until she had reassembled Silas's body.
Then she lifted him onto her shoulders and walked toward the villa exit.
"Swoosh!"
Just as they were leaving the hall, above the villa, a phantom door suddenly tore open in the air.
Someone had arrived.