I'll kill you after I finish this game!

The voice trembled neither from anger nor from shock.

Silence, just a sound that is always silent.

If we're talking about the ultimate form of murderous intent, then it must be this voice.

"【LyngviVanargand (Storm-Surrounded Destroyer)】"

The pitch-black void seemed to be torn apart by a demonic beast, and at the same time, a putrid and foul stench spread out.

It wasn't just the stench of a corpse; it wasn't the stench of blood, the putrid smell of rotting organs, the stench of feces, or the pungent odor of a mixture of male and female bodily fluids...

In conclusion, knowing that the enemy was not yet dead, the only reaction that Silang could make was to cover his mouth and nose.

"It hurts so much! It hurts so much! Blood, it's my blood!!!"

He could tell from the sound that Silang's attack had worked, but before he could even see the enemy, he was already overwhelmed by the stench, which was truly terrifying.

The pungent odor was not just from humans, but from countless bizarre creatures torn apart, ground up, and mixed together under the torment of hell. There, the wretched, humanoid beasts feasted.

Buzzing! ...

What froze even the soul was the ferocious exhaust of flammable blood. Si Lang was extremely familiar with this sound; it was the sound of a motorcycle exhaust.

A blinding white light pierced the deep darkness of the universe, illuminating Silang ahead.

And Silang also saw the true form of that thing.

Zündapp KS750, a German military two-wheeled locomotive that sped across the battlefield at lightning speed.

Although its design can be described as small compared to many existing machines, its unusual shape and heavy exhaust sound make it seem like something born of the devil.

It is neither driven on public roads nor in arenas, making it distinctly different from toy motorcycles designed for competitive or recreational purposes.

In a way, it's like tanks and fighter jets.

It was born for war, a steel monster that devours flesh and blood as proof of its existence.

“I see... I sensed your presence on the same parallel phase battlefield before, but I didn’t see your true form. This aura, it seems, is your true form.”

The White Knight's relic couldn't possibly be a gun.

Since a person who is faster than a bullet cannot rely on such weaponry, the only thing that fits this ferocious beast is a motorcycle.

After taking stock of his injuries, Yuzashiro finally noticed that Schlepper's five fingers on his left hand were broken in varying lengths, and there was also an unhealable bloodstain on his left thigh.

Nanami's power can destroy concepts, meaning that a part of the other person's body is truly taken away, so it cannot regenerate.

It's like being born without a complete set of fingers, or having a piece of flesh missing from your thigh, because that concept has been shattered.

"woo woo woo woo......"

The injuries could not heal on their own, and the missing fingers could not be returned. As Shiro's attack caused Schreiber to lose the fingers on his left hand, he cried out like a lost child, his voice trembling with pain.

The opponent no longer had any firearms; they were either destroyed or had been integrated into their body.

Whatever happens, what should Silang do? What's the best course of action?

But Schreiber's reaction to his incompleteness was less one of anger and more one of collapse.

"The gun's gone, my fingers won't come back, without that I... I don't need to touch you to kill you!?"

Schreiber looked as if the sky had fallen, his eyes filled with resistance and fear, his expression twisted and broken as he stared at Yuzashirou.

So far, the other side has been using firearms to attack, but Yuza Shirou doesn't think Schreiber is saying anything nonsensical.

To be precise, the switch was changed.

Schreiber's current state is closer to a desire he was unaware of.

More frantic, not letting anyone touch her and not wanting to touch anyone, her true self without even being aware of any symptoms.

"Really, what kind of fate is this between us?"

Despite the perilous situation, Yuza Shirou smiled faintly, took out three Life and Soul Source Crystals from Nanami from his pocket, and swallowed them directly into his mouth.

This was to replenish his ammunition and life force; as a demon, he replenished his life force and soul energy.

Pure soul crystals, though few in number, are enough to rival a vast amount of soul energy in a single crystal.

The damage Silang has suffered in the battles up to this point is too great.

Even Schreiber, who was at the active level, was unable to inflict greater damage on the opponent, and so far he had only managed to shatter a few of the opponent's fingers and cause some minor abrasions.

Compared to the severity of the injury, Yuzashiro is still in the lead.

To believe that you have the opportunity to strike first is undoubtedly a reckless act.

The White Knight is still increasing its speed.

The speed at which Schreiber was formed, no matter how optimistic the prediction, could not compare to what had just happened.

Moreover, a collision with that motorcycle would mean death.

This was no minor injury; it was an explosion that left the body completely shrouded in dust, leaving not even a trace of the soul.

But even so——

"Your bad luck is coming, you hermaphrodite."

Yuzashiro grinned maliciously, raised his middle finger at the trembling, collapsing Schreiber, and looked at the motorcycle beneath him with ill intent, saying:

"If there were three butts, there would definitely be an accident."

The White Knight has not lost his fighting spirit. Although he is currently soaked with confused tears, it is foreseeable that he will erupt in a moment.

For Silang, this was the countdown to death.

Nevertheless, this composure and recklessness are definitely not problems that can be solved simply by having a bad personality.

Moreover, the reason for saying that the other party would be unlucky was because of his own past experiences.

Yuza Shirou also owned a motorcycle. One summer, he took Fujii Ren and the idiot Kasumi to the beach, but they had an accident on the way back.

From then on, Yuza Shirou and Fujii Ren never rode a motorcycle with three buttocks again.

However, three buttocks would represent three people, but there are only two here...

"You agree, right, Ellie?"

Yuza Shirou chuckled confidently, raised his right hand to the right, and said as if to himself:

"This is a fantastic performance! Come out quickly!"

Because of that sentence, the situation changed dramatically.

A faint, not-so-bright, soul light shone forth, and as if in response, a slender hand within the light grasped Si Lang's outstretched palm.

A transparent, intangible female soul floated in front of Shirou, and Honjo Erii appeared there with a light smile.

The formation and manifestation of the soul residing within the relic is just like that of Mary back then, and Erii is in the same situation.

"What you were saying about men and women was a complete mess, so confusing and annoying!"

Since his opponent had revealed his hand, Yuza Shirou naturally followed suit. He looked at Schreiber with a mocking expression and said:

"Let me tell you a truth: good men will always attract good women, and it's an inseparable bond. That's exactly what we're going through."

Now, they are two people and one person.

Inseparable, just as the words suggest. Souls connected.

Erii Honjo glanced at Yuza Shirou, whose physical condition was not good, and sighed helplessly, saying:

"Don't start by saying anything stubborn and pretentious. Save your energy for fighting."

"You can't say that. If I'm handsome now, my fan base will definitely grow."

"You're spouting nonsense, you idiot..."

Some people will never change.

Even under these circumstances, Silang and Huiliyi would still laugh noisily, completely unconcerned about the ferocious beast in front of them.

So how powerful are they to each other, and how much trust do they have in each other?

"We will definitely win, we will definitely win, there is no possibility of losing," Yuza Shirou, whose mind was overflowing with confidence, dared to assert.

It's time for the other side to leave, and it's time for me to leave too. All I can do is drag the enemy out of this horror show with me.

Therefore, Silang raised his gun, aimed at Schreiber, and provocatively said:

"Come on, hurry up and smash me, next time I'll destroy your broken head!"

"Come here quickly, boy."

Erii Honjo held Shirou's other gun, back to back with him, the guns pointing at each other side by side, while gently beckoning him over with her other hand.

The harmony of Yin and Yang is complete—at this moment, no one here knows this concept.

Schreiber is a void without yin or yang; he cannot be yang while being yin, nor can he be yin while being yang. He can only be either a boy or a girl; the complete yin and yang is impossible for him.

All they knew was to run over there, run over there, keep killing, keep causing trouble.

His life was a constant process of devouring, so looking back, all he saw was a mountain of corpses.

"...Shut up!"

With his head bowed, Schreiber resisted the nonsense from the outside world. Blood seeped through the eyepatch over Schreiber's right eye and kept flowing out.

Because I am not a girl, I have no weaknesses.

It's not that I'm not doing well, it's that I can't; I want to be the girl my mother loves.

As a result, his eyeballs and sexual organs were originally missing.

The pursuit of perfection has resulted in the loss of certain parts of a person that are now irretrievable.

What was lost was all the love and affection.

Even with the flaws that Reizer had filled in, what Schreiber truly wanted to reclaim was probably not just his own body.

He wanted to fill the emptiness in his heart; that was the truth, so...

"Sir Heydrich will fill my void..."

Schreiber muttered fervently, convinced that he was on the right path.

His path was filled only with corpses, corpses, corpses, all dead bodies. He just needed to keep killing until the corpses endlessly covered the highest heavens!