At the ruined castle, where a horrifying massacre is about to occur.
"We have to hunt them. There is no hunt without killing the prey," said Lankaten in a calm and terrifying tone.
Lankaten attacked the first beast, delivering a series of blows with his black water sword. However, the beast was incredibly fast in dodging them. It struck a powerful blow towards Lankaten's face, sending him crashing into the right-side bridge.
'It has terrifying speed and reflexes… This fight is going to be exhausting,' Lankaten muttered to himself calmly, wiping the blood from his mouth.
Meanwhile, in the other fight, between Clentin and the other beast, the monster was putting immense pressure on Clentin by using a fleshy rope that obstructed the strikes from his fire axe. Clentin moved swiftly, creating an illusion of himself in front of the beast, then appeared behind it and delivered a strong blow to its body. Similarly, the beast responded with a counterattack to Clentin's strike.
Clentin dug his feet into the ground for balance, then released a wave of flames towards the beast. The monster bent backward and quickly dodged it. But Clentin appeared above it, pointing his gun at the beast's head. He fired a bullet, but the creature caught it with the fleshy rope and returned it.
Clentin was shot in the stomach by his own bullet. Shocked by the move, he quickly jumped to the left bridge.
'Damn, these things are seriously annoying… Their reflexes are way too fast. To break that, we have to outpace them,' Clentin thought to himself, trying to find a way to kill this abomination.
The monster jumped onto the hanging bridge to the left, scratching its body in a grotesque way, then screamed from its stomach. Clentin's expression showed clear disgust.
"You're disgusting. I knew it. You were born in a toilet," Clentin said sarcastically, readying his fire axe.
Back in the other fight, Lankaten was fighting with a cold strategy to find a way to destroy this beast. He was only dodging and giving light counterattacks while observing for any visible weakness.
'Strange, this monster doesn't seem to have a weak spot, or at least not a clear one,' Lankaten thought to himself, trying to find an opening.
Suddenly, the monster wrapped the fleshy rope around Lankaten's neck, choking him hard and slamming him into the ground multiple times. Clentin looked toward Lankaten but couldn't help due to his own struggle.
"Why are you getting beaten like a fool? Get up and crush him already!" Clentin shouted while striking the monster he was facing.
The monster continued slamming Lankaten against every surface – ground, wall, even the ceiling. But Lankaten managed to place his sword on the fleshy rope. Before he could cut it, the monster threw him away.
The beast started scratching itself rapidly, tearing at its own flesh. It screamed from its belly like it was crying.
Lankaten smiled strangely, opening his arms wide with a tone of confidence and terror:
"Looks like you hate metal. I noticed when your other version caught the bullet—it drove it insane. Seems like that's your weakness."
"Hey, Clentin," Lankaten called out loudly.
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy with this garbage?" Clentin replied while fighting.
"I found the solution, and it was obvious. Try cutting the fleshy rope with your sword or hitting it with a bullet. It affects their bodies and causes itching or something like that," Lankaten explained his discovery.
"Aha, now everything makes sense," Clentin grinned wickedly and launched into a fierce attack. He cut the beast's hand and struck its chest. He grabbed the rope and prepared to fire a bullet. But the beast kicked Clentin's leg and knocked him into the wall.
"Damn, so stubborn!" Clentin's expression shifted, fueled by rage coursing through his veins.
He charged at the monster with great speed, delivering a blow that stunned the creature for a few seconds. He fired a bullet directly at the fleshy rope. The beast started scratching and trembling. Clentin seized the moment, but the monster released a cloud of toxins from its body. Clentin quickly jumped back.
"That bastard has a backup plan," Clentin said, angry but cautious.
On the other side, Lankaten struck the beast's chest with powerful punches, making it freeze for fractions of a second.
'These beasts are incredibly tough. But I have to find a way to kill them and pass this dangerous toxin phase,' Lankaten muttered, searching for a method to finish it off.
Lankaten rushed toward the beast, and a furious exchange of blows began. The creature was extremely fast. Lankaten retreated, threw his black water sword into the air, then jumped. The sword came down like a missile. The monster dodged it due to its quick reflexes. But Lankaten appeared like a madman, laughing as he struck the creature in the stomach, smashing it into the wall.
He grabbed the sword, then cut the fleshy rope. The monster began trembling and scratching itself. Lankaten drew his gun. The beast opened its stomach to scream, but Lankaten shot a bullet that exploded its body completely.
The hall began to rain blood. Lankaten's clothes were soaked.
"Go to hell, you filthy bastard," Lankaten lit a cigarette, speaking in a rough, terrifying voice.
"What? How did Lankaten kill that bastard?" Clentin was stunned. He shouted while still fighting.
"Hey! How did you kill that thing?"
Lankaten leaned against the wall, smoking, and replied with a mocking tone:
"I'll tell you, but I want a million pence."
"Screw you, man. I'd rather give a million to a whore than you," Clentin snapped.
Fueled by anger, Clentin struck the monster repeatedly, then grabbed the fleshy rope. The beast sensed danger and tried to counterattack, but Clentin caught its hand and severed it, then sliced the rope.
With pure rage, terror, and madness, Clentin grabbed the creature's neck and ripped it in half. He destroyed the hanging bridge with one swing, and the monster's body along with it. His face was covered in blood and fury.
He approached Lankaten and stood face to face. Holding his axe tightly, he spoke in a terrifying tone:
"Planning isn't part of my killing method. Destruction is the best way. Isn't that right, Lankaten?"
Lankaten smiled as he smoked and calmly replied:
"What matters is killing them. The method doesn't matter."
He continued:
"cursed slaughter… complete."
The ruined castle shook violently. The gate opened with a disturbing creak and a calm melody.
"Seems like the second destination is welcoming us," Lankaten said arrogantly as he tossed his cigarette and crushed it underfoot.
They both passed through the gate into the next destination. They arrived in a strange place with a terrifying and unsettling design. A bridge led to a Victorian building. Above them was an upside-down bridge suspended by chains from the sky.
Shadows of knights and hunters walked along the upper bridge.
"Looks like we've arrived at the cursed bridge of Haryamed," Lankaten said with a strange smile on his face.
A group of monsters appeared from below the bridge, and others from above. Their hands and legs were cut off—except one beast that held a book in its burnt right hand. It crawled while crying in a terrifying voice.
Lankaten took the book with his right hand. The monster spoke in a tired, frightened voice:
"Kill me… it was a long punishment by Lord Kideon… Please, release me from my hell."
After the destruction in the ruined palace came to an end, we move to the other side—toward the village of the mad women.
There, Eleonora and Emilia were in a fierce battle with a strange abomination that had nine arms.
The sky began to rain black blood without clouds, and the winds blew fiercely, emitting terrifying screams.
"It seems we've entered a cursed village of the Great Ones," Eleonora said with concern as she looked around at the events unfolding around her.
Emilia readied her two daggers—one black, the other red—and said with excitement:
"We have to reach the Clown's Grave quickly. We don't want to miss the madness that will take place there."
Eleonora smiled as she glanced at Emilia briefly, then turned her gaze back to the monster and said:
"That's right. Let's hunt this filthy freak."
They both charged at the monster. It blocked their attacks swiftly and had surprisingly fast movements for its large size. Emilia tried to cut off its arms, but the monster blocked her strikes with its elbows.
The creature's elbows were extremely hard—impossible to cut through.
'This is annoying… I need to at least find a way to cut off one of its arms to weaken it,' Emilia thought to herself, trying to come up with a plan.
Meanwhile, Eleonora was also trying to cut off one of the monster's arms or find another weak point, but it either dodged or blocked every strike.
Eleonora pulled out her pistol and fired a bullet toward the monster's head. The creature placed all its arms over its head to shield itself from the bullet.
Taking advantage of this, both women managed to cut off two of the monster's arms. They stepped back, triumphant expressions on their faces—but those expressions changed when the monster revealed two new arms.
"What the hell…? Is this thing regenerating?" Emilia said, frustrated as she saw the creature regrow its limbs.
"It seems the only way is to target the head," Eleonora suggested.
They both attacked the monster from opposite directions. A clash ensued. The creature grabbed Eleonora with one hand and smashed her into the ground, then hurled her directly at a windmill.
"Eleonoraaa!" Emilia screamed, but the monster punched her in the stomach and followed with a heavy downward strike, slamming her into the ground.
An explosion occurred near the windmill. Eleonora rushed back toward the monster, but it noticed her and threw her away again. While in mid-air, she fired a bullet at the monster's head. It tried to shield itself again, but Emilia appeared behind it and swiftly cut off its head.
The two stood side by side. The monster fell to the ground, its head rolling like a watermelon.
"Looks like we won. Only the rema—"
Emilia didn't finish her sentence. A new head appeared on the monster's body, and it rose again.
"What is this madness?! So what can actuall—"
Eleonora didn't finish either. They both looked at each other. Emilia, shocked, said:
"It seems the secret lies with that filthy old woman."
Eleonora rested her sword on her shoulder and said calmly:
"That's right. The words she speaks aren't meaningless—they're chants of forbidden magic."
Emilia looked at Eleonora in confusion:
"And what's the plan, in your opinion?"
"I'll toy with it a bit. You go kill the witch," Eleonora said with terrifying calm as she explained the plan.
Emilia grinned and raised her daggers:
"Now things are going to get fun."
Eleonora charged directly at the monster while Emilia dashed toward the old woman. Eleonora tried to create openings for Emilia, but the monster kept blocking her.
"Damn it! Try to find a way, Eleonora!" Emilia shouted.
"I'm trying!" Eleonora replied quickly, then whispered to herself:
'The best solution is to completely restrain its body since it doesn't have legs anyway. So the perfect solution is to trap its body in a circle where it can't move.'
She slammed the ground with great force, despite the monster interfering by throwing rocks or striking at her. Emilia was confused by this strange act but kept pressing toward the witch.
Eleonora created a large pit and then called out to Emilia:
"Try to pull back a little or make a few attacks to lure it into the pit."
Emilia nodded and launched some non-focused attacks. The monster advanced to deal damage but fell into the pit, unable to move.
Emilia seized the opportunity and reached the old woman, who was weeping blood, speaking in a terrifying voice, her black saliva dripping, her face demonic and horrifying. The woman said in a chilling voice:
"Cursed Slaughter… Complete."
Then Emilia cut off her head. The monster exploded into small pieces, and the pit became a pool of blood. Emilia walked forward, and the two girls bumped fists.
"That was a smart move. If Clintine were with us, it might've been a bit more difficult," Emilia joked about Clintine.
Both laughed and walked toward their next destination.
"Even though we killed the old woman, the situation hasn't stabilized… The rain hasn't stopped, and the wind is growing stronger… We must hurry," Eleonora said, her voice laced with deep concern despite their victory.
They walked until they reached a massive, ruined gate, with a wall above it draped in a violently fluttering red cloak.
"Looks like we need to find another way. God, that red cloak wall terrifies me," Emilia said, her voice weighed down with anxiety.
"That's right. It's as if there's a massacre or a terrifying monster behind it," Eleonora added, her tone equally fearful of the red cloak.
They took a path leading to the right—a winding road toward a very large Gothic-style house. As they walked, they came across a sign that read:
"We kill men so women may live, as the great Miraka once said."