Bab 1070: Demented Reason

Rex puts on a facade of confidence in the face of the ultimate power of the ancient world.

He was standing motionlessly, holding the Amuerus Katana firmly in his hand.

Even though he was accustomed to a world of extreme violence through the battle he had with his past enemies, none could come remotely close to the Executor. Rex could feel the weight of his past defeats pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.

All his senses were heightened and stimulated at this intense moment.

It was a moment that would determine the world's future.

Coming from ahead of him was the distant howl of the wind that seemed to echo the doubts that still lingered in his heart, whispering reminders of his previous failures against the being before him, the Executor.

Every nerve in his body tingled with anticipation.

My legs... they are trembling.