Hecarim's hooves are like thunder, and he knows what will happen when he steps on it.

Because of this, he knew that he couldn't resist this blow hard.

"Get your hooves out of the way!"

A pair of fiery horses' hooves suddenly expanded in the field of vision, and Jeno burst into a loud shout, and his entire head was suddenly engulfed in flames!

Knock –

There was a thunderclap on the ground, and the white sand splashed!

Hecarim's front hooves felt as if he had stepped into hot lava, and the burning pain in his soul made him roar and quickly retract from his premise.

Take another look!

In the bunker, Jeno has turned into a demon even more terrifying than Hekarim! It's like you've just returned from hell!

He replaced his head with a spirit body, and above his neck was engulfed in the flames of his soul, the manic fire whiskers were his hair, and his originally thin facial features were blurred, except for a pair of eyes burning with white-hot anger.

This angry look is a direct reflection of his inner emotions.

"Huh...... Hecarim! His voice was like dynamite planted, but instead of feeling his brain burned, he was remarkably clear, and with these fiery eyes, he saw the fear that Hekarim was hiding in the depths of his soul.

Iron Halberd Sweep!

Knowing that those parts of him could not be spiritualized, Jeno raised his hand and slapped away the blade that swept towards his chest and abdomen.

He gently spat out a spark, slapped the core of Hex into his heart with his left hand, and temporarily spiritualized his legs, easily pulling them out from under the tight sand.

He wanted to get up, but Hecarim didn't want to, and the advantage of the mount and cavalry being one was revealed. The hook and halberd opened and closed widely, but it was dexterous, and the blade slashed down frequently, like a rampage blacksmith wielding his hammer, and Jano couldn't get up again.

Hecarim's blade sliced through the black mist, sending ripples of fear and leaving a trail of full moon green flames in the air, and Jeno could only use his iron arm to bracs himself up, the crisp sound of metal capable of killing people in response to the waves.

"Your soul is praying for deliverance!" It seemed to hear the wailing of steel overdraft, and the tireless and faster slashing motion, and had already regarded Jeno as a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Hecarim!" Jeno shouted the name of the centaur undead again, and his anger was suppressed, only increasing.

But Hecarim would never listen to the pleas of the souls of the dead, and this killing machine would slaughter until the moment the world was destroyed.

So, the counterattack begins!

The core of Jeno's chest didn't know how long it had been charging, he only knew that the tremor in his chest was more violent than his anger!

Rumble!

Everything happens in the blink of an eye......

Dazzling light pierces the night sky of the Isle of Shadows!

Before the full moon on the tip of Hecarim's knife was finished, the helmet had been pierced by the pillar of light and flew into the sky.

It mechanically repeated the slashing motion, but this time it was caught by an iron palm!

The strangulation force field is activated! Hecarim's hooves were twisted together like twisted flowers.

It was short, but Jeno stood up.

"You're a Headless Horseman now, and I'd love to hear what I'm going to say next." Jeno looked at Hecarim, who had been deposed, and said to the hollow chest in its armor.

In response to him was a swept hook!

Money!

Jeno caught the hook without any suspense, and stuck his arm into the barb on the back of the knife, not at all worried about causing the miserable green ghost fire burning on the tip of the knife.

"You're such an iron fool, you can only sweep and split, no wonder you will be killed hundreds of times."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jeno suddenly felt the force from the hook halberd change direction, trying to pull him into Hecarim's chest. At the same time, the huge beast head on Hecarim's armor suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and the pale green fire greeted him.

He was caught off guard and his entire upper body fell into Hecarim's armor...... But don't forget, his head is on fire right now.

Jeno was pulled on purpose.

Although he couldn't hear any sound, Jeno could feel the painful echo in Hecarim's soul, and the reason for Hecarim's pain was only Jeno's habitual breathing, blowing the sparks of the soul fire into his body.

As soon as Jeno turned his head in the mouth of the armored beast, he saw that Hecarim had been forced to the core of the corner - a pale green soul holding a candle flame, déjà vu!

When the soul body is condensed to the extreme, it becomes a soul fire.

It was Jeno's head that took its place! He now doubted that his roots and hair could wipe out the trembling core.

"You can always hear you when you get so close, right? It's in your body. He only said a few words, and the soul fire faltered.

Jeno let out an evil laugh like a fire spirit battle, and Hecarim's soul fire trembled even more, threatening to be dimmed at any moment.

"Listen to Hecarim, since I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, and every time you die at my hands, your next death will be even more tragic."

With that, Jeno devoured Hecarim's soul fire in one gulp.

He pulled his head out of his armor and chewed thoughtfully, Hecarim's soul filled with an endless desire to kill and the fear it had gathered from the souls of the dead under the knife.

"So that's what fear smells like......

"Hiccup~~" Jeno burped, spit out all the negative emotions in his soul, and only the pure soul purification was left to replenish himself, only to find that the transformation into the soul fire form was originally to consume the soul, but fortunately, his current profit is far greater than his loss, and he is already rich in capital.

Even if he becomes an undead, he is also a rich man among the undead, super first-line.

But he wasn't blindly optimistic, and those negative emotions that he couldn't digest and were discarded by him, Jeno could only watch them melt into the black fog.

The desire to kill isn't Tam's cup of tea, and calling it doesn't do much to stop it from re-entering the cycle of Shadowland.

The root cause of all this lies in that curse.

Maybe I don't know how long later, in the next reincarnation of the black mist, these killing desires will regive birth to that endless killing machine - Hekarim!

Jeno didn't stop, and turned and walked into the black mist, leaving only Hecarim's tattered armor, washed by the black waves on the icy sand.

……

Jeno is running all the way to the beach, and while looking for his teammates, he discovers an interesting phenomenon.

It turned out that there were many dead on this gray sand where bones were buried, but there were few traces left by the killers, because those dreaded knights would not leave footprints when they ran on the beach, but fortunately, he was keenly aware of the footprints left by a few people.

Following the trail of footprints, Jeno saw the corpses of many undead along the way, including the corpse of the ghost knight who had missed from his hand.

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