But Piere had already made up his mind, and he would never give up easily.
Facing the overwhelming terrifying might, the Deep Prison Demon Refiner gritted his teeth and sneered, roaring, "Farewell, Zarriel! That Red Dragon will completely shred your soul!"
In an instant, Piere's arms bulged with veins as he fiercely exerted strength, driving the Holy Sword completely into his heart.
"Screech—"
The blade pierced through flesh and blood.
As if sensing its master's demise, a mournful howl echoed across the entire sky.
The ground shook violently, and the blood-colored canopy trembled, as if some terrifying beast was about to descend, causing almost all devils to look up restlessly towards the sky.
They knew, Aphernas was about to change again.
...
Prime Material Plane.
Thrace Kingdom, August.
In the sky, a bloodshot eye opened on the black sun, blood-red cracks spread across the sky, spewing devils like a tide.
