Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

As the dust settled, the airbags inside the car slowly deflated and contracted.

The group rubbed their stuffy bodies and tiptoed out of the deformed pumpkin carriage.

Green jumped out of the car first, casually pulling off his sunglasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose and stuffing them into his pocket.

He dusted himself off, looked up at Garfield and Wilhelm the Sword Demon beside him, and asked:

"What's going on here? Why are we fighting with the Witch Cult's scum?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

Jiafeier pursed his lips and looked solemnly at the two figures standing not far away.

He subconsciously took half a step back, handing the floor to Wilhelm beside him.

The swordsman Wilhelm tightened his grip on his sword slightly, his knuckles trembling slightly from the force.

Those sharp eyes, which had never shown the slightest fear in countless battles, were now covered with an unconcealable layer of pain and hoarseness.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze first falling on the blue-skinned warrior who had been knocked away by the pumpkin carriage and was struggling to slide down the stone wall.

The opponent's eight thick arms swung wildly, exuding a violent aura. Even though he was severely injured, he still emanated a strong sense of oppression.

"That blue-skinned warrior with multiple arms is the former general of the Flacchia Empire, a hero of the multi-armed demi-human race, the 'Eight-Armed Warrior God' Krugan."

"This person died in battle many years ago, but for some reason he was resurrected by the Witch Cult and turned into a puppet who only knows how to kill."

Wilhelm's voice was deep and dry, each word sounding as if it were being squeezed out of his throat.

He then slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the petite female swordsman holding a long sword beside him.

The man's hair was disheveled, his face was pale, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he was surrounded by a cold killing intent.

But those eyebrows and eyes, that figure, were the image he had etched into his bones and longed for for decades.

Wilhelm's shoulders trembled slightly, a stark contrast to the usually calm and decisive Sword Demon.

Even when he spoke, he was choked with uncontrollable sobs. His once straight back was now slightly hunched, filled with vicissitudes and sorrow.

"And this slender swordsman... is... is my late wife—Theresia van Astrea."

After saying that, Wilhelm's eyes were already red.

The crowd erupted in uproar, and Jiafei's expression grew increasingly grave.

"It's that legendary woman?"

Priscilla murmured softly, her golden-red eyes fixed on the empty-faced female swordswoman.

Even though he has long lost his former glory, the remaining aura of a sword saint still inspires awe.

Green's gaze fell on the other person's faintly visible long red hair, and his brows furrowed instantly.

His previously nonchalant expression vanished completely, replaced by an unusual seriousness in his voice as he spoke in a low, almost muttered tone:

"Damn, this is a bit tricky. Theresa's Death Blessing is somewhat countering my fighting style of trading blows."

He was well aware of the former Sword Saint's reputation and even more aware of the strangeness of Death's blessing.

Wounds inflicted by a Death's Blessing holder cannot heal.

His usual head-on, injury-for-injury fighting style is completely ineffective against this opponent.

Moreover, he had already consumed a lot of magic power when he used his lust power to remove the mutated residents from the magical broadcasting tower.

Wilhelm's hands, hanging by his sides, slowly clenched, his gaze never leaving Theresa's face.

His voice was steady yet carried a resolute determination, as he spoke each word clearly:

"Lord Green need not intervene. Theresa... I will take her sword myself."

He had waited for this day for far too many years.

Even if what's in front of him is just a puppet without a self, he wants to touch it with his own hands and end it all himself, so that she will no longer become a killing tool of the Witch Cult.

Upon hearing this, Green immediately frowned and spoke frankly and without reservation:

"Excuse my bluntness, but old man, you probably can't beat her."

He meant no disparagement; he was simply stating the facts.

Theresa was a former sword saint, and even as a puppet, her strength still far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Even with his unparalleled swordsmanship, Wilhelm could not defeat the former legend.

Upon hearing this, Wilhelm did not become angry, but simply shook his head bitterly, his aged eyes filled with relief and sorrow, as well as a resolute determination as if facing death.

"I see."

He slowly raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, his fingertips gently stroking the cold scabbard.

His gaze, both tender and sorrowful, fell upon Theresa, who stood there blankly. His voice was as soft as a breeze, yet carried an unwavering resolve.

"I never intended to defeat her. I will take her with me... away from this endless slaughter..."

Before the words were even finished, the two puppets launched their attack, charging towards the group without warning!

Kuru roared, his eight thick arms swinging wildly, either clenching his fists and slamming them down or grabbing at hard objects around him.

With an overwhelming force, the blue body charged straight at Green and Garfield, the ground rumbling and scattering gravel as it stomped on its heavy feet.

On the other side, Theresa's empty eyes remained completely calm, but a chilling killing intent erupted from her body in an instant.

His figure transformed into a sharp afterimage, his long sword unsheathed, carrying the unique sharp sword aura of a sword saint.

The sword, bearing the eerie aura of death's blessing, hurtled straight toward Wilhelm, its blade seemingly tearing through the air in its wake.

"Be careful!"

Green gave a low shout, his previously solemn expression instantly turning sharp.

No longer able to persuade Wilhelm, he suddenly dodged the heavy punch that Kru was about to deliver.

With things having come to this point, there was no room for maneuver, and everyone was forced to fight back. The scene instantly descended into chaos, with the sounds of fierce fighting exploding out.

Jiafei roared and stepped forward, tightly binding the eight-armed monster to prevent it from interfering with the sword demon.

Green sidestepped and waited for the right moment to shoot.

Priscilla stood at the back, gently waving her folding fan, her golden-red eyes coldly surveying the battlefield.

Al gripped his weapon tightly and stepped forward to ask, "Your Highness, won't we lend a hand?"

Priscilla raised her folding fan to stop her:

"I have heard a little about the love story between the Sword Demon and the previous Sword Saint."

"It would be rather unromantic to disturb them at this moment."

Meanwhile, Wilhelm was already entangled in a battle with Theresa.

He kept his sword at bay, only defending and not attacking, dodging his wife's deadly sword strikes time and time again.

Their eyes were filled with sorrow and reluctance. They relied solely on their superb swordsmanship to maneuver, unwilling to harm each other in the slightest. Their figures intersected on the battlefield, becoming the most tragic scene in this chaos.

clang--!

The piercing sound of metal clashing against metal shattered the battlefield. Wilhelm parried with his sword, forcefully taking the blow from Theresa, which was imbued with the power of a sword saint.

The immense force swept along the sword, instantly cracking the ground beneath his feet with fine lines.

He staggered back several steps, his arms went numb from the shock, and blood was seeping from the base of his thumb.