Bloody Odyssey

Chapter 101 101: Kakarai’s Madness

Alfonzo glided across the fractured ground, his twin tails sweeping behind him like living weapons. He twisted and spun through the air as if gravity no longer applied to his transformed body. Every few seconds, he fired rapid bursts from the Blue Death, sending kinetic blasts that tore into the blood children crawling from the ever-expanding puddle.

Each shot was precise, devastating. Yet the Fifth Apostle blocked them all with casual flicks of his wretched, blood-soaked blade. The elder's eyes burned with contempt.

Nadia glanced toward Alfonzo, her expression shifting from focus to pure shock. His alien form — translucent scales, digital pupils, and the eerie third eye glowing on his forehead — was completely unrecognizable.

"Where are you looking, woman?!"

The Apostle seized the opening. His blade descended in a vicious arc toward Nadia's neck. She raised her broken sword to block, but the chipped length proved fatal. The Apostle's weapon slid down the fractured edge with terrifying speed, aiming to carve through her shoulder and chest.

Got you, the Apostle thought with savage anticipation. If I can just draw her blood on my blade, that spell will be mine.

But in that critical instant, something changed.

Under Nadia's calm, glowing eyes, the Apostle's attack seemed to slow to a marginal crawl. Time itself felt distorted. In the blink of an eye, she was gone — vanished from the path of his strike.

"Stupid child!" the Apostle roared, spinning toward the new threat. "I gave you a chance for redemption, and you chose destruction instead!"

Kakarai had appeared right in front of him, glitching through space with murderous intensity. The two clashed in a whirlwind of blades and limbs.

"What baffles me," the Apostle growled between strikes, "is how a mere Rank 3 Aura Master can match me in strength. Explain yourself!"

Instead of answering, Kakarai rubbed his own neck with a deranged smile. "Cut me. Right here."

He stopped attacking entirely, tilting his head invitingly.

The Apostle didn't hesitate. His blade flashed, severing Kakarai's head cleanly from his shoulders. The head rolled across the blood-stained rubble with a wet thud.

"Crazy child," the Apostle laughed mockingly, showing not a shred of remorse. "Begging for death like it's a gift—"

The laughter died instantly.

Kakarai's severed head suddenly rocketed forward from the ground. At the same time, a brand-new body erupted from the stump of the old one, fully formed and radiating madness. The new Kakarai slammed into his former master with brutal force, blades and limbs cutting deep into the Apostle's torso.

"Cut me… I cut you," Kakarai whispered, his voice layered and distorted. His mind had split into three separate streams of consciousness, making his attacks audacious, unpredictable, and oppressively overwhelming.

His movements were bizarre — wrong in every way — designed to crush the spirit as much as the body. This shook the Apostle more than the physical pain.

"What… are you?" the Apostle snarled, blood spraying from fresh wounds. "You are not my student!"

"Haha… was I ever?" Kakarai's laughter echoed with thousands of years of accumulated torment. "You killed everything I knew. You destroyed my vocal cords. You ate my little brother in front of me."

His eyes burned with unhinged glee. "Spending thousands of years in the abyss drove me deeper into this enjoyable madness. At the end of it all, the only thing I could see clearly… was my precious teacher's head resting in the palm of my hand."

The Apostle flapped his corrupted wings, desperately trying to take to the sky and escape the nightmare. But Kakarai latched onto his leg like a leech, refusing to let go.

"Get off me, you vile thing!"

Like a bolt of blackened lightning, the Apostle shot upward with Kakarai still clinging to him. The two rose high into the air, locked in a death spiral.

Down below, Alfonzo took a wide stance. The Blue Death in his hands transformed with a mechanical hum into a long, dangerous blue arrow. His abnormal form pulsed with power as he aimed toward the sky. His hand glowed, forming an invisible plasma arrow that only he could perceive.

He closed his physical eyes, leaving only the cold third eye open.

"We are the same, Blue Death," he whispered with eerie kindness. "You see my heart like my perfect half. Show me your true power."

He released the arrow.

SHIIIIING—!

The devastating plasma projectile tore through the sky, twisting space itself in its wake. A visible trail of distorted reality followed the arrow as it screamed toward its target. For the first time that night, genuine fear flashed across the Apostle's eyes.

"I need to get out of here—!"

But Kakarai only smiled wider. He crawled up his teacher's body like a parasite and wrapped himself tightly around the Apostle's torso, locking him in place.

"You will die with me!" the Apostle roared.

"No… I won't die," Kakarai replied, his voice suddenly deep, dark, and ancient. "I have Level Six Immortality, thanks to the Creator."

He pointed one bloody finger toward the distant sky where two small black dots hovered — Dax and Madeka.

The Apostle's face twisted in utter disbelief. His eyes widened to an almost comical degree. "Level Six Immortality…? I've never heard of such a thing before.

He should be dead! My God took action Himself — I saw it with my own eyes!" At the moment it eqs like his mind was playing tricks on him.

His voice cracked with real shock and denial. The confidence that had defined him since his return shattered in that moment. "The Blood God… abandoned you the same way he abandoned me. You're nothing but a pawn, Teacher. Just like I was."

Kakarai's grin turned feral. "Now… let's die together."

The plasma arrow pierced straight through both of them.

BOOOOOOM—!!!

A cataclysmic explosion lit up the sky like a newborn star. Limbs and chunks of corrupted flesh rained down across the battlefield. When the light faded, the Apostle remained mostly intact, but a massive, smoking hole had been torn through his belly. Blood poured from the wound in thick rivers.

"I've had enough!" he screamed.

Crimson crosses appeared in his pupils. Bloody tattoos began spreading across his skin like living curses, pulsing with terrifying power.

Down below, Nadia stood ready. Her mana was recovering at an astonishing speed as moonlight continued pouring into her. She raised her broken blade once more, golden energy gathering.

Alfonzo watched the sky with his third eye locked onto the Apostle, Blue Death humming in his grip.

But suddenly, a new wave of fear gripped his heart.

High above, the Apostle's aura had changed. Something far more ancient and evil had awakened behind those crimson-crossed eyes. An angelic presence — corrupted and wrathful — now stared directly at him.