139 [2-73] Revenge on all sides. (2/2)

I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea.

Rene doesn't stop. He's closing in.

”Do you understand?　My father is in a position to move the Temple and the Holy Kingdom!

Kill me here and incur my father's wrath!　An undead like you is just a twist!

The Templar Knights and the Moon Eaters!　The Templar Knights and the Moon Eaters are coming to destroy you!

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

Not as a fear or threat, but as a scar that hurt when touched, stimulating memories.

Whatever he thought of it, Herminio was sensitive to Rene's reaction.

”If I die, you'll know it soon enough.

If I die, you'll know it. I'll know it's your fault because I called your father to tell him we're going to King's Landing.

Listen, you have to let me go. Don't you lay a finger on me. Not a finger, not an arrow, not a spear.

And I will never touch you again. Not a bad deal. What do you say?

Erminio said with arrogance rather than sneer.

But Rene knew that was a big lie. He had read them with the power of Emotional Intelligence.

If he escaped unharmed, he would go to his father and ask him to send men and items to kill the Rose Princess of Hell, or else he would ask for an army.

Whether Erminio's father will listen to him or not is another story.

What if the Holy Kingdom of Diretta and the power of the Temple were to act on Erminio's murder?

Who cares? It didn't matter to Rene.

Hey, get away from me!　Didn't you hear me?

Do you understand the language of the humans?　All right, all right, I'll say it again!

I am Erminio Drouette. Erminio Drouette, of the House of Drouette!

Rene knows it.

He's a big shot in the Holy Kingdom. Of course he's protecting souls.

Then killing him would be a temporary affliction. The only way to make him suffer as much as possible is to torture him while he's still alive.

But...

But Rene was in no condition to maintain such ”calm anger”.

”Aaaaaaaaah!

Rene bellowed, jumped on Erminio, and struck him with his wings like a lariat.

”BUGO!

Rene swung his clawed leg down on Erminio, who fell to the ground with an awkward scream.

The over-decorated armor was surprisingly hard and only cracked. The holy air he wore made Rene's leg burn and ache.

But Rene was not intimidated, and clamped down on Erminio's leg.

The legs of the armor seemed to be sanctified as well, and now his mouth hurt as if a burning iron bar had been shoved into it, but it was better than the pain of actually having a burning iron bar shoved into his mouth.

Rene swung his head around with all his might, like a predator biting off the flesh of its prey.

Erminio was too light for Rene now that he had the body of a wyvern.

He was swung around and Erminio was knocked to the ground.

I'm not sure what to say.

There was a scream that was no longer a word, but just a puff of air that was stuck in his chest. The snow was turning red.

Rene slammed Erminio again and again. Erminio's arms swam in the air like laundry sleeves in the wind.

Whether or not the armor was still intact, it would not come off.

So Rene fished out Erminio's legs with his bite and unleashed a breath of miasma.

The miasma that came out from between his fangs licked Erminio's body.

At the same time, Rene twisted the claws of his legs into the joints of his body armor. The energy of the miasma and the holy air was killing each other, and the repulsion was weakening.

The energy of the sanctuary and the miasma were killing each other, and the rebound was weakening. As he gradually inserted the claws, Rene used them as support to bite off Erminio's legs.

Erminio fell to the ground, suspended by his leg.

Then Rene ripped off the armor, flesh and all.

This time Rene bit into Erminio's head.

Swallowing the half-rotten head, Rene slammed Erminio's body into the ground again.

The chainmail he wore under his armor was not enough to protect him.

The blow had shattered his ribs and broken his neck as well.

After two or three more strikes, Erminio's head finally snapped and only his body was thrown out.

Rene spat out Erminio's head and sprayed it with miasma as long as he could breathe.

Not only the snow, but also the ground was cut into craters by the miasma, and all that remained was a cracked and crumbling skull that had been affected by the miasma. All that was left was a mangled and crumbling skull, and the rotting remains of the circlet he wore instead of a helmet.