章 1297: Die or Die

The momentum of the clash died at once.

Skullius, Elita, Fulgardt and Rias turned to look at the First Horn. He didn't flinch at their collective stares. After pulling off what might have been the ballsiest move of all time for a mortal, he had to stand his ground despite being weighed on by the immense pressure of the Divine-level experts before him.

Each of them, except perhaps Rias, could kill the First Horn before he could blink, but they had to commend him for accentuating what his guards had only hinted at before – utter fearlessness.

Fulgardt broke into a boisterous fit of laughter.

"Oh dear, you're a man amongst man!" he cried with a twisted smile and casually waved away the giant Corrupted Deity behind him. It vanished into thin air. "You singlehandedly killed my mood. But that's not entirely a bad thing."

The Immoral glanced at Elita, who had stopped just a few centimeters from him with her sword, and then at Skullius.