Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

Wilhelm lay sprawled on the ground, blood gushing from his thigh wound. He looked up at the red-haired youth who had fallen from the sky, his lips trembling, his voice broken and hoarse:

"Rhine... Harut..."

Those blue eyes, which were always calm and serene, as if filled with holy light, were now devoid of any emotion, as cold as ice.

With just one glance, Wilhelm froze, his heart instantly engulfed by boundless fear.

He clearly foresaw the actions that the contemporary sword saint was about to take.

"No! Stop!! Reinhard, look closely at the person in front of you! Don't you know who she is?!"

Wilhelm roared like a madman, struggling to crawl over and stop him, his hands digging into the rough ground, drawing blood without him even noticing.

Reinhard slowly raised his hand and completely pulled the Dragon Sword from its sheath.

Rumble!

A dazzling golden light burst forth, and an unparalleled, terrifying pressure swept outwards from him.

The earth trembled slightly, and the pressure from this force sent pebbles and dust flying into the air.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

Reinhard's voice was cold and indifferent, without a trace of emotion:

"The dead don't move, the dead have no future, I won't allow this kind of unreasonable thing to happen."

Theresa, on the other side, still had that empty and lifeless look on her face.

Despite feeling the overwhelming pressure coming at them, they showed no intention of backing down.

She gripped her longsword tightly, her killing intent surging, adopting a completely confrontational stance, like a manipulated puppet, only obeying the instinct to kill.

"No, no! Please stop! Don't kill her! She's mine... my dear Theresa!"

Wilhelm crawled on the ground with difficulty, each inch of movement aggravating the wound on his thigh.

The excruciating pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat, but he still crawled toward the two of them regardless of the consequences.

Tears mingled with dust as they slid down his weathered face, which was filled with despair and pleading.

Reinhard remained unmoved, his expression unchanged, his tone firm and unyielding:

"I killed my grandmother fifteen years ago. The one here is just an imposter with her face."

As soon as he finished speaking, he no longer hesitated. The golden light around him intensified, and he began to gather his strength.

The Dragon Sword was wreathed in devastating sword energy, its target locked on Theresa without any mercy.

call! !

The next second, Reinhard stomped his foot on the ground and leaped high into the air like a golden meteor.

With the immense power to split mountains and shatter rocks, the dragon sword in his hand slashed down fiercely at Theresa!

The sharp sword energy ripped through the sky, tearing the air apart and emitting a piercing buzz, leaving no way to avoid it!

"No, no, no—!!"

Wilhelm's eyes were bloodshot, his throat hoarse from screaming, and he had completely abandoned all dignity, desperately pleading for help to the people on the other side of the battlefield, his voice heart-wrenching:

"Lord Green! Lord Garfield! Someone, please save her! Anyone will do, please, save my Theresa!"

This cry for help echoed throughout the smoke-filled battlefield, carrying the unwavering devotion and grief of a husband who had given his all, moving everyone present.

Green's figure flashed suddenly, and in an instant he was behind the Eight-Armed God of War.

His pupils suddenly narrowed, and the muscles in his arms bulged and sprang, with veins crisscrossing his skin, unleashing a terrifying power.

"Get out of here!!"

With a shout, Green lowered his waist and exerted force, forcefully lifting the massive eight-armed war god into the air.

Using the immense force of his charge, he hurled himself violently at Reinhard, who was swinging his sword down from mid-air!

boom--!!

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, and a sharp, golden sword aura slammed down onto the body of the Eight-Armed God of War.

The hardened divine body could not withstand the full force of the contemporary sword saint's attack. In an instant, it shattered into pieces, breaking into countless fragments that scattered everywhere.

A violent gust of wind swept across the entire area following the aftershocks of the explosion.

The immense force violently propelled Theresa, who had been standing there in a daze, away, her body drifting lightly towards the distance.

Wilhelm, who had been lying prostrate on the ground on the verge of death, suddenly had a glint in his eyes upon seeing this.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the excruciating pain of his torn thigh wound, and forced himself to endure the drowsiness.

With all his remaining strength, he leaped into the air and caught Theresa as she fell steadily in his arms.

"Theresia! Theresia! Please remember!!"

The moment Wilhelm landed, he immediately turned around and decisively grabbed Theresa's wrists with both hands.

He forcefully bent her arms behind her back and held them firmly in place.

To prevent her from having any further chance to fight back with her sword and confront Reinhard again, which would have allowed her to be manipulated.

He held his lover, whose body was stiff and whose eyes were empty, in his arms, his back trembling slightly, and he was breathing heavily.

Cold sweat mixed with blood kept sliding down his forehead, and his hoarse, broken breaths were filled with the lingering fear of surviving a disaster and deep sorrow.

Reinhardt saw his all-out attack suddenly blocked, his sword missing its mark, and his red hair fluttered slightly in the gale.

His cold gaze swept over Theresa, who was tightly bound by Wilhelm, and he slowly raised the dragon sword in his hand again, the sharp blade once more aimed at that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

"Grandpa, stop deceiving yourself."

His voice remained cold and indifferent, devoid of any warmth.

It was as if stating a given fact, ruthlessly crushing Wilhelm's last glimmer of hope.

Wilhelm was completely drained of color, his thigh wound was still bleeding, and he was swaying precariously.

He struggled to lift his head, meeting Reinhardt's icy blue eyes in despair. A torrent of grief and rage surged within him, his voice hoarse and almost broken.

"Reinhard!! Don't you really have a heart?"

The moment those words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.

Reinhard paused slightly, as if he had sensed an unusual aura lurking around him.

His gaze suddenly shifted, and the sharp blade in his hand abruptly changed direction, coldly altering its course.

He pointed directly at Green, who was standing to the side, hands on his knees, panting heavily and still unable to catch his breath.

"Grin, please don't stop me. This is a family matter for the Astraea family."

Green was taken aback by what he heard. He instinctively looked up innocently, scratched the back of his head, and gave a blank, harmless smile, his tone casual and feigning ignorance:

"Huh? Did I do anything?"

Reinhard ignored his explanation and suddenly took a step forward.

Boom-!

The moment the heavy footsteps touched the ground, the dust that had accumulated on the ground around them instantly rose into the air, swirling and churning everywhere.

Countless invisible hands, originally hidden in the void, were completely imperceptible to ordinary people.

Reflected in the dust, all traces were clearly revealed, densely packed and floating in mid-air, ferocious and eerie, completely enveloping the battlefield.

Green slowly straightened up, managing to calm his slightly disordered breathing.

With that same nonchalant smile still on his face, he chuckled, his tone a mixture of helplessness and perfunctory refusal:

"Haha, look at the mess you've made..."