"Tsk tsk, four have already been killed, what's the point of sparing the last two?"
"Oh well, let's just act out this final scene properly."
Alistair grabbed Thalen, Malakai grabbed Ziven. Both directly opened their bloody maws wide.
"Frail human race, become this poor monk's nourishment!"
Looking at their two large, black-hole-like mouths, the Mire and Wren family crowds below revealed expressions of grief and despair, many fell to their knees with a thud, and their voices trembling.
"No, don't!"
"I'm begging anyone, please come save our Saint Lord..."
Just as Thalen and Ziven were about to be buried in the bloody mouths of the Evil Buddhas...
A figure descended from the sky, appearing in mid-air.
It was none other than Alex.
"Halt!" Alex glared with widened eyes and shouted sternly.
"You Evil Buddhas, such audacity, actually daring to brutally murder the disciples of the Saint families!"
"Today, I must definitely decapitate you to avenge the four Saint Lords!"
