The Duke's Passion

Chapter 818 How trees grow

[ Spade Kingdom: Royal Palace ]

"Damn it..." Samael breathed out as he tried to catch up to his breath. His eyes were initially fixed on the flesh disintegrating in tendrils of smoke rising up in the air. "He is really starting to annoy me."

Samael slowly gazed up at where the dark mist was ascending to. A shallow breath slipped past his lips, swinging his heavy sword to the side to get rid of unnecessary blood on the blade. His opponent, Zero, was already nowhere in sight. However, Samael knew that didn't mean Zero was dead. Samael was able the slay Zero's clone which was now instigating from the ground near his feet. Still, this was still far from over.

Samael slowly gazed up again with his lips stretched until his teeth were showing, but no sign of happiness or amusement laced on his expression. If anything, this sudden theory that crossed his mind was enough to nurture the growing repugnance he had for Zero and these black threads. "You piece of unforgivable trash..." he muttered through his gritted teeth. "So, that's how it is, huh?"

Anger shone in Samael's eyes, assuming his conclusion was correct, then there was nothing to save Zero. Right now, the entire land of Spade was covered by thick darkness. People would only notice the one in the sky, missing the entire point of hell's gate. Hell.

Even children knew what hell meant and what sort of place it was. That being said, Hell's gate not only covered the sky but also the ground. If all the people in Spade were now dying one after another, the blood they would spill would naturally flood the ground. "It's like a tree..." Samael watched as multiple flexible limbs charged in his direction. "To grow trees, you have to water them. And that thing... not only sucks their life but also their blood."

"Hah..." Despite the limbs attacking him all at once, Samael leisurely closed his eyes and stretched his neck from one side to the other. When he reopened his eyes, he swiftly took a leap to meet them halfway. In one swift movement, he swung his sword, Catharsis, and cut all the limbs he could cut.

"Do you know what thing Fabian hates about me?" he breathed out while still midair, talking to this lump of meat which he knew was starting to grow consciousness. "It was how I always uproot his dearest plants whenever he pisses me off. Doing it quite more often recently earned me the talent of uprooting weeds perfectly." The corner of his lips hooked up, spinning the sword in his hand, only to throw it on the ground. "Let's see how deep you are underground."