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"Pfft!"
The blade pierced the heart.
At the brink of life and death, Abraham made his final struggle.
[Blood Feast]
Roger activated the strongest ability built into the Cursed Sword without hesitation; he even worried that the dark energy enveloping the blade wouldn't be enough to kill Abraham.
The clothes they wore wrapped around them like living things, and in an instant, a miniaturized Dark Curtain enveloped the heads of the two men.
Abraham's body burst open violently; at this point, he was no longer considering the consequences of his actions. If he couldn't dodge this attack, there would be no future for him.
His speed was fast enough, and his determination strong enough, but he still underestimated the greed of the Cursed Sword.
The dark energy flowing on the blade shot out like tendrils.
The blade trembled, and Roger, as the wielder of this weapon, could even feel certain emotions transmitted from the Cursed Sword.
Joy.
Like a gluttonous child.