The two black leg rings on her feet swept out terrifying magical fluctuations.

"laugh!"

A black flame, like self-locking, impacted Beiro accurately.

Bello's left neck was directly smashed with a large piece of shoulder.

Even the spine was terrifyingly exposed outside, with countless broken blood and flesh connected, just like blood-red tree roots dancing.

"What?"

But all the audience was shocked to find that Bello did not die because of this.

A stronger red light flashed in his eyes.

"Swish!" Countless bloodshots rushed out of his eyes and fell on Nerico's body.

"ah!"

Nerike, who was retreating, suddenly let out a scream, fell to the ground, and his body twitched violently.

"hiss…"

A huge gasp sounded again in the venue.

The blood vessels on Nerike's face instantly highlighted, and the bright red lines on his face were extremely terrifying.

"I won... I actually won..."

Mos, who was very familiar with Beiro, breathed a sigh of relief at this time and collapsed in his seat without any strength. "Belo, you guy... do you have to make it so bloody every time you play?"

"What is Nerie going to do?"

Suddenly, the audience around suddenly exclaimed again.

Nerique supported himself and turned over, as if he was going to crawl on the ground.

“…”

Everyone's eyes were frozen.

Nerico climbed in front of Bello and forced himself to kiss Bello's feet.

"Did you really lick your feet? Is it really an ancient ritual?" Several magicians from the Burning Legion looked at Beiro who did not continue to attack, and looked at each other.

Beiro, who seemed to be dead, was standing with half of his body. Looking at Nerike under his feet, a bloodshot shot out from his eyes and landed on Nerike.

Nerique moaned in pain, but finally she was completely exhausted like she was relieved and lay on the ground in front of Bello.
Chapter completed!