Kapitel 827: Deathmatch That's Unable to End

What was the definition of slaughter? I would define it as an activity with the purpose of ending your enemy's life.

The multiple Rolands before me were probably the purest weapons of slaughter in this entire world.

They had kindly smiles on their handsome faces, yet their eyes weren't smiling at all. They had no killing intent whatsoever, yet they acted in order to slaughter.

"Honestly, whom did they learn this abnormal way of smiling while killing from?"

[…Could you please have a little more self-awareness? Whom are they cloned from? Who's the one who smiles more happily when in greater danger?]

"…Karwenz."

[…Just keep acting…]

Perhaps I knew that there weren't many chances left as I kept chatting with the foolish Goddess of Order who had messed everything up. I actually treasured our conversation for once.

As for the battlefield? Things were going quite well, reaching the point where I didn't need to pay it much attention.