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Thinking about what happened in the last loop, Kenma instantly boiled with anger.

The damn thing was quite large and full of muscles, yet his attack power was weak as hell.

Kenma didn't even take any defensive stance. He just took a beating for five minutes straight before barely reaching the execution threshold, and even then, Garfiel was exhausted to the point of collapse.

The most important thing is... it hurts, okay!

Even though he had a high pain reduction due to his passive, being beaten violently on the ground for five minutes, the accumulated pain was still substantial.

Therefore, after farming the rewards and entering another loop, Kenma blurted out that heartfelt sentence without hesitation.

"What are you looking at, you motherless thing!"

This sentence precisely struck the soft spot in Garfiel's heart. When he was young, his mother left the Sanctuary and never returned since.

Garfiel had always believed that his mother chose to abandon him and his older sister and chose a new life.

Although it was painful, he actually blessed his mother in his heart. He hoped that she could find happiness.

But now... now... that damned intruder actually dared to say that!

"Roar! I'm going to kill you!"

The clothes on his body were ripped apart, and Garfiel expanded into a massive tiger seven meters tall, charging over in an upright walking posture. Everywhere he passed, dust filled the sky, and footprints were left on the ground beneath his feet.

"An ugly guy like you also wants to get close to Master? Master is someone only I can always stay close and cuddle with."

Looking at the behemoth rushing before her, Shaula smiled, dozens of silver needles appearing behind her.

The silver needles pierced through the air, striking Garfiel's body head-on with immense impact. For a moment, blood splattered everywhere, and his thick fur was torn open with several large holes, with gushing blood flowing out from the openings.

However, in the next second, Garfiel's body shook, and the muscles near his wounds began to wriggle constantly, forcing out all the silver needles embedded in his body.

A pale yellow light transmitted into his body along the earth, and the wounds that had been struck began to heal at a slow speed.

Seeing this scene, Kenma narrowed his eyes.

Divine Protection of Earth Spirits, huh.

As long as his body remained connected to the earth, Garfiel could possess near-infinite stamina and slowly recover his injuries—truly a top-tier Divine Protection for endurance.

Crimson battle armor covered his entire body, and a monstrous killing intent surged forth like a volcanic eruption, with the flesh greatsword gripped in his right hand.

Kenma raised his head, crimson light flashing in his eyes, and a ferocious smile that only appeared when preparing for battle hung on his face.

I just wonder... under such a buff, whether this guy can take a sword strike from me.

Thinking of this, Kenma stopped Shaula, who still wanted to continue firing silver needles, and took a step forward.

In the very next instant, the ground beneath his feet exploded with a roar, and he charged straight up.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Garfiel, raising the flesh greatsword in his hand high.

"Roar!"

Garfiel's eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at the tiny human who had arrived before his chest, roaring as he swung his sharp claws.

The moment the two sides collided, there was no wave of air sweeping across all directions, nor was there any passionate stalemate or counter-bombardment.

A crimson slash surged from the blade's edge, effortlessly blasting Garfiel's swung claws along with his entire arm into smithereens.

Garfiel didn't even have time to scream. Kenma swung his sword forward, while simultaneously stepping on the empty air with both legs, accelerating his entire body once again in mid-air.

Squelch!

Accompanied by the sound of flesh being torn apart, Kenma landed. He flicked away the blood stains on the blade's edge, and stood behind Garfiel.

As for Garfiel, he lowered his head in disbelief, staring at his chest that had been effortlessly pierced, blood uncontrollably gushing out from his mouth.

"Ugh..."

In the span of a single exchange, the guardian of the Sanctuary, Garfiel, was slain by Kenma.

His massive body lost balance control and smashed onto the ground, the dull sound spreading throughout the entire village.

Kenma glanced indifferently at Garfiel, who had fallen to the ground unable to get up with a pool of blood gradually spreading beneath him, and raised his hand to signal Shaula to continue on their way.

I really don't know where this cat got its courage from.

Although this guy was just trying to protect the Sanctuary...

Although he was just a short-tempered kid masking a wounded heart...

Although his nature wasn't bad...

Where do all these "although"s come from!

In Kenma's eyes, Garfiel had only one definition: a fool who hindered him from getting things done in the Sanctuary.

Since he would bring hindrance, getting rid of him was enough.

This guy's favorability towards intruders who broke into the Sanctuary was already pitifully low to begin with, and a slight carelessness would trigger a slaughter plot.

There was no need for him to farm Garfiel's favorability. Since that was the case, wouldn't killing the other party make things exceptionally simple?

It was much like Garfiel being a neutral unit in a dungeon, specifically the kind with low favorability, where one had to work hard to farm favorability before he could become an ally.

But in the Sanctuary, if one did something that made Garfiel dissatisfied, favorability would plummet rapidly, even triggering imprisonment and slaughter plots.

Neutral NPCs like this always take the harshest beatings and killings.

It wasn't until a few minutes after Kenma and Shaula left that the surrounding villagers dared to timidly gather around, anxiously wanting to handle Garfiel's corpse.

It was also at this moment that the Sin Archbishop of Greed, Regulus Corneas, appeared in the Sanctuary.

Noticing that as soon as he came here, he stepped on an extra-large corpse, and there was a group of ugly furries around staring at him, Regulus's face turned dark.

He felt that as soon as he entered this lousy place, his personal rights were trampled upon, completely losing his right to autonomous choice and dignity. It was simply the greatest trampling upon him, a person who pursued ultimate equality.

Accompanied by rising and falling screams, a handful of sand completely destroyed the lives of the remaining villagers, and even the surrounding houses were destroyed by the sand together.