Chapitre 1151: A Weeping Soul

As the writhing souls of the dead staggered back and forth, they pointed fingers at those who had killed them. The challengers, no matter how strong, screamed in fear as they retreated from the scene. Before long, many began to flee the camp.

"No one will leave this place," said the deep voice again, reverberating throughout existence. A golden barrier appeared around the camp, preventing the fleeing souls from escaping. As they found themselves trapped, they realized that they had no choice but to fight.

"Are you the devil?" asked the blonde warrior as he stared at Arthur through his helmet, fear covering his features. "Whatever you are, it cannot be human."

"I am more human than you have ever been," said Arthur as he flicked his dagger, shaking the very fabric of space. "Answer these souls that seek your death. If you can convince them to forgive you, then I shall spare your lives."