I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Seeing the fleeting hint of doubt in Modoro's eyes, Makina scoffed disdainfully, staring at him with an icy, condescending gaze, and offered his answer to why he had been able to discover him:

"Were you afraid? Did you want to run away? To block an attack and then panic and flee during that opening? That's too cowardly!"

Why was he able to find you? Makina, who had an insatiable fascination with death, naturally sensed those who resisted it.

Therefore, through countless nighttime raids, Makina relied directly on his sense of death and intuition to pinpoint the true nature of the nighttime raider.

You pathetic creatures who reject and hate death, how could you so easily escape or resist the end I yearn for!?

With such an arrogant and conceited mindset, Makina had no interest in wasting words with Nightwalker and immediately threw a punch at him!

"boom----!"

The destructive iron fist it swung didn't twist anything; it was pure, overwhelming power!

The sheer density of death—powerful, powerful, powerful—is terrifying, almost like the struggle itself.

Without a trace of carelessness or arrogance, Makina honed his skills through countless battles, and every punch he threw was so perfect that it was intoxicating.

No matter what tricks the disheveled Modoro uses to evade the end that Magina is about to bestow upon him, Magina's only response is to throw a punch!

Punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, fight until the very end of existence.

To the martial arts couple, Shiori and Soujiro, this was a different kind of ultimate martial art, one that only existed in dreams.

Even the Purple Weave, capable of weaving infinite possibilities, would be shattered before the Iron Fist of the End. It possessed no power of annihilation in any area; its fist alone was enough to terrify everyone.

This, however, made Modoro envious of his nocturnal behavior.

"How sturdy (powerful) it is!"

As he struggled and dodged, Ye Xing muttered to himself. Most of his enemies on the battlefield could understand his twisted emotions; even when facing imminent death, he was still envying his enemies.

Because the Night Journey of Matara, with its pride, ego, and arrogance, is inferior in quality to that of Makina, who is the ultimate embodiment of pride, arrogance, and ego.

"This is how I should be!" This conviction was evident in Makina at all times.

Now I can finally understand why General Matilda said that the Black Knight of the Black Round Table was the ultimate seeker of the Way.

The opponent is undoubtedly very close to Tai Chi. If they can take just one more step, they will reach the realm of Tai Chi.

In terms of purity, there is no doubt that The Night Walker of Modoro lost.

Embrace death, strong one!

Although his limbs were shattered and could heal, Makina seized the momentary opening, whispered a declaration, and delivered the final blow.

bang——

With a merciless and dull thud, the fatal blow pierced the heart of Modoro's Night Journey.

In the end, all defenses, dodges, and struggles were completely shattered, and all that remained in the Nightwalker's eyes was the overwhelming death.

He's dead!

It was as if I could hear the enemy making that announcement again.

"oh oh......"

His heart was pierced, and his soul was corrupted by the other's laws, yet Nightwalker uttered a twisted groan.

At this moment, the vitality of Modoro's Night Journey was undoubtedly shattered into sand.

Instead of turning into pieces of meat, they turned into lifeless sand and dust.

The final destination of the dead, no matter how glorious they were in life, is nothing but a handful of yellow earth after death.

"Sigh, we lost. But it's no wonder..."

Countless viewers who witnessed this scene all let out a soft sigh without the slightest surprise.

Even as viewers, they could feel the Black Knight's overwhelming power and terrifying, rule-breaking strength.

At this moment, Modora's body was completely shattered; his chest had disappeared because his heart had been crushed, leaving only half of his head, which was covered in cracks.

It will then naturally disappear and dissipate, turning into the dust of death.

"ended."

As she gazed at this scene, Elunere murmured to herself that she truly acknowledged the enemy's strength. If it were her fighting Nightwalker, she couldn't have achieved such a swift victory as Makina.

It offered its master a fierce battle, perhaps easing his boredom a little? But it's over now.

"Hmph, Lord Magus, my sense of déjà vu hasn't disappeared yet, so how can you talk about an end?"

Suddenly, Reinhardt's deep, pleasant laughter echoed in Elunere's head, causing the magic gunner to tremble slightly.

Reinhardt, seated on the throne of the Demon City, surveyed the multiple battlefields with his handsome, flawless profile, but temporarily shifted his intrigued gaze toward Makina, for there was a good show there that he couldn't miss.

It's not over yet? Could it be that...?

“Ahh—”

Suddenly, accompanied by a familiar, pleasurable moan from the void, and a sense of threat that made Elunerei's hair stand on end, she turned her gaze back to the battlefield of Makina.

Having accepted the Black Knight's inevitable end, Nightwalker can no longer escape.

That absolute truth had already enveloped his soul; having accepted this truth, he should have died.

That's how it should have been, but—

"Drama always has that perfect twist~~~" x2.

The mercury serpent atop the throne, in Suwahara's room, was whispered with increasing pleasure and speed.

Modoro's Night Journey, as a puppet in a horror drama, hasn't finished its duties yet; it's too early for it to end so soon, so...

“Haha, hahahaha…”

The low laughter of Modoro at night traveled from the other side of death to the reality of the living. The laughter was filled with joy, exhilaration, and anger!

After his death, the words that Makina had previously spoken disparagingly to him filled him with shame and anger as he suddenly realized the truth.

Were you gripped by fear? Did you want to run away? Did you think of blocking an attack and then frantically fleeing during the opening? That's too cowardly!

Indeed, now that I'm being embraced by death, I realize how cowardly and shameful I was, utterly... incompetent! I was so pathetic that even I couldn't bear to look at myself!

So, after realizing this, along with the joy, he was also angry at the enemy and at his own previous blindness—an inexplicable and uncontrollable anger.

Ahhh, Matara at Night, look how rude and shameful you were before!

This death, this feeling... how wonderful it is!!!

"This feels great, I really like it!"

Ye Xing laughed so happily, and then... an incredibly terrifying surge of divine power directly blasted Magina away, smashing through one star disk after another.

Then, as solemn and majestic incantations and mantras were chanted, the power of the divine incantations and mantras suddenly spread out.

"【Cheers! The savior of all beings has descended upon this place.】"

"【You should all submit to my lotus throne, for I am the one who has liberated you from all suffering.】"

The soul of Modoro, who had been wandering the night, returned from the boundary of death with a terrifying divine aura, strolling back to the boundary of the living.

A peculiar, unique, yet familiar power emanated from it, causing even Makina to show expressions of shock.

This power, this power is...

"【I am the one who judges the past, present, and future amidst all things in the world.】"

It was precisely because he touched upon 'this' belonging to the Night Walker on his deathbed that he felt both joy and helplessness.

The root of that helplessness is that, indeed, the hardest thing for a person to see clearly is themselves.

Despite his resistance to death, his Tai Chi possesses a death-defying power that is no less than that of his opponent.

It's the same color as death, so why be afraid? Why run away?

Now, just thinking about it makes me realize how foolish I was before.

"【????????????????????? (Zhongchenzhi, Taizhuci exorcism, for whom is the life purchased?)】"

"【????????????????????????·????????——?????????????????????????????????????????? (Eastern Peak Emperor·Heavenly Court and Underworld Sacrifice—Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Why not fulfill the vows made by the Emperor?)】"

Modoro was arrogant and self-centered. Such a person did not know what he wanted, or even whether his desire was domineering or seeking the Way.

He has only now realized that his ideal self did not include the desire to construct a different world's principles.

All he wanted was to meet this person, and then—

"【???——???????????????，????????????????????????????????！???????！（Om—Yama, the Lord of Yama, whose power is terrifying, come quickly! Ava Svaha!)】"

"【???????——?????????????????,??????????,???????！（Homage to—the omnipresent Buddha Yama, Vajra!)】"

Like looking in a mirror, he gained a complete understanding of himself. The feeling he had after seeing the Black Knight allowed him to forcefully examine himself.

Since I can't reach my own heart, let the Black Knight send me there!

To achieve his goals, the Black Knight is an indispensable stepping stone for him!

It wasn't any enemy he faced, but the Iron Tiger of this underworld!

"【Greed, anger, and ignorance—I will punish those who obstruct my path with these three poisons!】"

The thoughts emanating from Modoro Nightwalker's chest at this moment were similar in color to, but different from, those of the Black Knight—pure killing intent.

I, Matara Yaksha, am Yama, the Judge of Sins—the King who punishes the dead!

Since that's the case, there's no reason to lose to the other side. If we make contact, we'll be punished and fall into the abyss of nothingness.

At this moment, Nightwalker completely averted the inevitable death imposed upon him by the Black Knight, and offered his highest respect to the Black Knight, this hell of death!

"【──Tai Chi──】"

The divine light that sees through all things bursts forth from the third eye on his forehead. Matala Night Walk, whose body has been reshaped and returned to its original state, returns to the realm of life as a god and as a god seeking the Tao.

A man, filled with joy and exhilaration, his eyes gleaming with an extreme arrogance and delight, proclaimed his divine title during his nighttime journey:

"[Divine Mantra and Divine Power—Yama Yama Heaven!]"

Singing aloud his own blessings and incantations, now, here, the Tai Chi of the Night Journey of Matara is fully born.

Golden mandala spells wove and coiled around the Nightwalker's body, causing a death mandala to manifest behind him.

With all limbs intact and clothes untattered, he was no longer the disheveled figure he had been in before. He stood rightfully in the universe, and then... he burst into a hearty, utterly unladylike laugh.

"Guhahahahahaha, haha ​​...