"Looks like it's over on that side."
Fang Zheng withdrew his gaze, looking at the Dead Apostle in front of him.
"So, it's about time for you to die as well!"
"I won't go down that easily, Magician!"
However, even though the beast horde he summoned was being crushed by the Undead Legion, Nero's expression did not waver in the slightest. He was not merely Nero, or rather, he was not just Nero; he was the collective embodiment of six hundred and sixty-six beasts within his body that formed the existence known as Nero Chaos, the Dead Apostle. Even when those beasts were killed, they merely returned to his body and weren't destroyed in a true sense.
Because of this, he had the confidence to face the Scourge Legion ahead of him.
But the problem was...
"I'm not a Magician."
Fang Zheng raised the Frostmourne in his hand as crimson flames began to blaze around him.
"I am the magical girl Red Ponytail, which is worlds apart from the Magician you speak of!"
