To many people, Bologue is nothing but a ruthless executioner, easily taking lives, but in reality, Bologue holds the concept of life in high regard.
For Bologue, who has experienced the wrath of scorched earth, the word life embodies an incredible resilience and determination, like an invincible iron man or grass growing from cliffs.
"Should I marvel at the greatness of life?"
Bologue roared as he sliced through the undead that stood again along his path, pieces of the corpse flew, with shattered bones and shriveled flesh crawling with countless pale maggots. They detached from the bones, raising white dust in midair, quickly incinerated by rolling flames.
Poison bees came whistling, rhombus shields spinning rapidly like mowers, shredding them to pieces. They exploded one by one like berries, and dark green venom fell like a drizzling rain.
