Specter carved a number into his heart.

‘One thousand.’

That was how many Silla soldiers gave their souls for him. Perhaps they themselves knew best that no matter what, they couldn’t beat the Heavenly Demon.

‘Their stats were definitely higher than mine, but...’

It wouldn't have worked. They were figures from a time when there wasn't even a Gate. They couldn’t use magic. They were just ‘well-trained soldiers’ who had inherited Seo Jun-Ho's monstrous stats.

“…”

Specter clasped the Blue Dragon Sword.

'If you all are watching this battle from heaven, I will do my best to fight so that you won’t think your sacrifice was in vain.’

The huge darkness that seemed to cover the sky began to wrap around Specter’s body. One, two, three times… Layering dozens of times, it looked like dark armor. It wasn't just a change in appearance.

'This should be good enough to move for a while.’

The dark threads he made in his body were mending and fixing his broken ribs. It was only a temporary treatment, but it could suppress the pain, at the least.

"It seems you’re ready.” the Heavenly Demon muttered while standing with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had smelled something disgusting at the tip of his nose.

‘How horrible.’

How many people had he killed? How could he be so calm even after committing such a massacre? Specter...