I'll kill you after I finish this game!

"Tch, only Lord Heydrich can plunder my existence!"

Thinking of this unpleasant thing, Wilhelm clicked his tongue and scoffed at the advice of the two men.

He examined his inner self, checking the number of souls he had devoured, and also observing the effects these souls had on him.

If devouring souls only increases power in quantity but cannot achieve a qualitative change, then it needs to be stopped.

According to Gray, the soul is merely fuel, and where that fuel is used is up to the individual.

Some people use it to improve themselves, some use it to enhance their strength... Everyone's situation is different, so different methods should be used.

To put it simply and accurately, it means finding a path that suits you to become stronger.

Strengthening the soul, strengthening the body, and strengthening relics are the three paths to becoming stronger through the eternal destruction of the foundation.

To become stronger, you must forge your own fourth path.

Wilhelm defined his domineering nature as plunder and devouring. Since quantity could no longer help him, he needed to focus on quality.

"Target other demons? Those losers who would go mad are unlikely to be of any superior quality..."

Wilhelm walked through the ruins of the battlefield, his face filled with displeasure and frustration.

Although he had completely swallowed up the military forces on the Warsaw battlefield, he could still sense many prey outside his reach.

I clearly wanted to keep eating, but because I've become a picky eater, I can no longer eat a variety of foods.

Garbage piled together is just a garbage dump; eating too many small fish won't make you stronger.

As for the other demons? Apart from their colleagues at the Black Round Table, most of them have fallen into an inescapable madness.

Therefore, they are not worthy to be called their colleagues at the Black Round Table; they are merely slaves to the relics, war slaves of Heydrich.

Thinking about it so carefully, Wilhelm walked through Warsaw, which was a ruined place engulfed in flames of war. There were no longer any fighters left; all the people there were just unappetizing creatures.

What about the other guys at the Black Round Table? Have they found their own path to becoming stronger?

Wilhelm didn't know, because they were all assigned to different battlefields around the world.

What was called a battlefield was, in reality, nothing more than a hunting ground for Heydrich to hunt souls.

First, there was the Magic Cannon Soldier. The last time Wilhelm saw him, he could immediately sense that the opponent was stronger than him.

However, because he gets along well with her, he doesn't mind that this older woman is better than him. After all, they are both people who have sworn allegiance to the Gold, and they can talk about loyalty very well.

The problem is Schreiber. As a fellow beast ravaged and conquered by Reinhardt, Wilhelm naturally doesn't want to be weaker than him.

He didn't get along with Schreiber, and even after being recruited by Heydrich, he often clashed with that guy.

The two beasts were only defeated by the golden beast, and because of this, they were even more unwilling to lose to each other a second time.

Even if Schreiber is irrational, his wild side definitely thinks that way.

"Isn't there a good solution? Of course there is, we just need to think about it carefully..."

As he walked, Wilhelm relentlessly slaughtered every life he encountered, bathing in blood as he urged himself on.

Fighting doesn't necessarily have to be about numbers. After all, I've rarely lost when I've faced multiple opponents alone since I was a child.

There must be people like him in the world, as long as...

"Boom——"

As Wilhelm was trying to figure out what was happening, he felt as if he had kicked off some kind of detonator while walking, and suddenly the building next to him exploded violently, causing the entire building to collapse.

The force of the explosion and the falling building debris would have certainly killed an ordinary person.

However, Wilhelm became furious at the interruption of his calm thinking.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh—it's so noisy! It's in my way!!!"

Enraged, Wilhelm swung his arm violently, shattering the shockwaves from the explosion and the falling building debris into dust, which was instantly swept away.

Now the ruins were cleaned up, and Wilhelm seemed to have dug up something as well.

"what......"

The woman was slumped on the ground, staring blankly at Wilhelm, who was still waving his arms, because of the huge commotion he had caused.

Wilhelm looked down and saw the woman slumped on the ground. She was dressed in a rather conservative nun's habit, with bandages on her hands and calves, and she smelled strongly of medicine.

Whether they were patients or medical staff was neither important nor important to Wilhelm.

His first impression of the other person was that they were like a bird.

Like a crane, with large wings but actually little weight, this was Wilhelm's first thought.

Moreover, at first glance, she looks like she has wings; it seems like you can only see this kind of woman in a painting.

At the same time, for some reason, Wilhelm, who clearly held contempt for all life, should have killed the woman in front of him and continued to ponder the problem.

But... for some reason, a feeling that was extremely unfamiliar and contradictory came to his mind and heart.

It's not just unfamiliar; it also evokes a sense of déjà vu.

Therefore, the emotions of unfamiliarity and déjà vu are relatively contradictory.

Does he know this woman? Or has he seen her somewhere before?

"Um, you are...?"

A slender girl dressed in a nun's habit asked him a question.

"...Troublesome, who I am doesn't even matter, right?"

That's what he said, but when Wilhelm actually heard the woman's voice in front of him, his feelings became even stronger.

He originally planned to kill anyone he saw, and he should have killed him instead.

It was because of his murderous intent that Wilhelm vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"You saved me, thank you."

"...Huh?"

Listening to this foolish woman's inexplicable thanks, Wilhelm had no idea how she had come to this conclusion.

At the same time, Wilhelm thought for a moment that it was probably because he smashed the collapsed building and blew away the shockwave from the explosion that he accidentally saved the woman.

If you look at it that way, Wilhelm did save her, but he himself had absolutely no intention of saving her.

From childhood to adulthood, all he has ever done is hurt and kill others; he has never saved anyone in his life, not even once.

The woman in front of him now subjectively believes that he saved her, and Wilhelm, who is saving someone for the first time, feels quite surreal.

After all, this was the first time anyone other than Helga had thanked him, and it was a woman who, like Helga, misunderstood the situation.

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Chapter 76 Michelle and Rhodes, who died in the same tank

Wilhelm felt somewhat agitated looking at the woman in front of him; without exception, he had killed every single one of the men who could evoke such feelings in him.

But the woman in front of him gave him a very strange feeling. It was their first time meeting, but it felt like he had seen her somewhere before.

Moreover, he himself became strange; he... couldn't muster any murderous intent towards this woman.

After carefully examining the woman and confirming that she was an ordinary person, Wilhelm, with strange emotions swirling within him, spoke to the woman before him:

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Although he wasn't exactly ugly, his appearance, covered in blood, was anything but friendly.

Even if the woman in front of her hadn't witnessed his power just now, she should be able to tell from that alone that he was no pushover.

"Aren't you an SS member?"

In response to Wilhelm's question, the white-haired girl simply stared at him blankly, showing no sense of crisis whatsoever. She gave a very simple answer, saying:

“You are German soldiers, and I am German, one of our own, and also a comrade, right? So I am not afraid of you.”

Although the girl was initially startled, it was no secret that the military possessed extraordinary powers, but this was the first time she had witnessed it firsthand.

"...It's a miracle that a woman like you has survived this long. Alright, that's enough. Just shut up."

Wilhelm was utterly speechless at the woman's answer; he no longer wanted to say anything more on the matter.

They weren't afraid of him and even believed him because of this.

If this had happened in the slums where he grew up, this woman would definitely not have survived more than half a day.

Moreover, Wilhelm had no patriotism and didn't care whether he was German or not.

After all, once he became a demon, he had already killed far too many Germans in military uniforms; those guys were no different from prey in his eyes.

Although my rhythm was disrupted at first, I should still do what I'm supposed to do, kill this woman, and continue thinking about how to become stronger.

It was astonishing that he couldn't muster any killing intent, but he was, after all, a demon, and it was easy for him to resist this feeling.

Thinking this, Wilhelm prepared to kill the woman in front of him.

However, the woman's voice interrupted his impending action once again.

"Speaking of which, you're just like me."

"......"

Faced with the woman's inexplicable words, Wilhelm followed her gentle gaze, feeling somewhat at a loss.

He has never had a normal and friendly conversation with women. In his eyes, women are either food or toys to play with.

The woman before him smiled gently, first pointing to Wilhelm's hair, then to her own, and said softly:

"His skin was as white as snow and as red as a rose. His hair was as white as wool, and his eyes were beautiful and clear. This is the description in the Bible. We are all sons of Noah. This is the first time I have met someone like me."

"...Albinism is albinism, why make it sound so fancy and annoying."

Wilhelm was stunned by the facts the girl had stated. After a moment of realization, a sense of apocalypse coursed through his body like an electric current. He stubbornly maintained his composure for a moment, then looked at the girl more closely.

Now he realized that he seemed to have a special connection with this girl.

White skin, white hair, and eyes without pigmentation are all evidence that they abhor sunlight and can only live under the night.

In this respect, the white-haired girl in front of him was indeed similar to Wilhelm.

However, just like everyone else, this woman...