Chapter 493

As a battle maniac, the scars on Kenpachi Zaraki's body do more than make him feel pain.

More often, they make him feel excitement, and that excitement unquestionably makes him fight all the harder.

Fearing no attack whatsoever, he seems to have no emotions at all, only a heart brimming with the will to fight.

And that bloodlust makes the countless soldiers around him keep their distance.

Every one of them instinctively feels afraid of the man before them.

"How can such a monster exist..."

"So this is the group Father was afraid of..."

At this moment, Larcade could feel his body beginning to tremble slightly.

As one of the strongest demons created by Zeref, although his methods of attack were not monotonous,

they were all powerful magic, yet against the man before him they seemed to have no effect; on the contrary, they only made him erupt with an even more oppressive, mind-shattering ferocious aura.

"What's wrong, what's wrong! You won't come up already?"

"Truly a bunch of trash, a bunch of cowards!"

As Kenpachi Zaraki kept swinging his blade, golden light kept surging forth, and it made Larcade immediately retreat once more.

But on the ground, more and more soldiers of the Alvarez Empire had already fallen.

Even though they were well-equipped and fairly capable soldiers, they still could not withstand a single slash from Kenpachi Zaraki.

They could only watch as Kenpachi Zaraki's golden, flashing blade pressure kept falling, continually snatching away their lives.

A hint of anger also gradually appeared on Larcade's face; for someone who normally had little emotion, this was an inconceivable thing.

"Being able to be buried together with this fellow is your honor, isn't it."

"For Father's sake, go ahead and sacrifice yourselves."

Larcade spread his palms open, and a special aura began to emanate from his body.

"Death's Sleep!"

In his low voice, saturated with Larcade's anger, white whirlwinds began to suddenly rise all around.

Countless soldiers' faces began to turn deathly pale; by the time they wanted to retreat and flee, it was already too late.

As the white whirlwinds kept spreading outward, countless soldiers suddenly collapsed to the ground and did not get back up.

An overwhelming sense of exhaustion rose up in their minds, and a voice lingered by their ears at every moment.

That weariness, that drowsiness—anyone would find it extremely hard to bear.

Very soon, they fell directly into the sleep of death.

This move was Larcade's final and also his strongest move; anyone caught beneath Death's Sleep—

once they closed their eyes, their souls would wander the Underworld forever, never to awaken for all eternity.

But a streak of golden light shooting skyward began to tear apart Larcade's confidence in his own technique.

That golden light piercing the heavens directly ripped open Larcade's spell.

Not only did it fail to make Kenpachi Zaraki feel drowsy, but with the enemies around him steadily dwindling, it made him feel irritated.

A cold glint flashed in Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes.

"Boom—!"

The ground suddenly shattered, and Kenpachi Zaraki's figure shot forward like a cannonball.

In an instant he was right before Larcade.

Holding his blade in one hand, he brought it crashing down.