"No... Why?"

Scalding tears mixed with filthy blood covered Teda's face. He looked at the monster before him in bewilderment, knowing full well that a few seconds ago, she was his familiar daughter.

"Father... Teda..."

Alice had not spoken for too long, her voice was hoarse and distorted. Her disintegrated head was like a flower, with tendrils reaching out, gently licking Teda's face, seeking his tears and blood.

Teda had no strength to resist; he was choked by Alice, gradually being dragged closer. The disintegrated petals wrapped around his head from all sides.

Sharp fangs protruded from the pliant flesh, a foul blood stench surged up from the deep darkness beneath the throat. Just the scent alone made Teda imagine a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The world had completely become a crimson hell, endless corpses piled together, viscous filth slowly flowing; everyone was sinking and wailing within it. There was no concept of time or death here, only eternal suffering...

Now, Teda was only a step away from that hell; the deep throat was like a doorway, ready to transport him to that insane world.

A viscous, putrid liquid dripped onto his face, and Teda's hollow gaze flashed a hint of struggle. He gained a moment of clarity and murmured,

"You're not Alice..."

The petals swiftly closed, poised to devour Teda. But their movement halted, the tendrils encircling Teda's neck unfurled.

A faint light once again illuminated Teda's face. The petals reassembled, transforming back into that familiar face.

Bloodstains lingered on Alice's face; she didn't look at Teda. Instead, she turned her head towards the nearby silver armor.

When Alice embraced Teda, the Silver Knight swung his sword forward, the cold blade sliced through one side of Alice's body and protruded from the other, thoroughly piercing her slender frame.

The Silver Knight slowly twisted the hilt, the Secret Sword further tearing through Alice's body, its own power continuously spreading, issuing the command to sever this pale body.

The wailing lament echoed from Alice's throat; the wound from the blade gradually expanded, as if countless tiny blades were cutting through the internal flesh.

Logically, when the Secret Sword hit Alice, her body should be torn into countless pieces. But this time was different; the Iron-Cutting Sword's severing remained in an eerie balance with Alice's self-healing.

Alice couldn't completely heal her wound, and the Silver Knight couldn't wholly slay her with this single strike.

Letting go, Alice discarded Teda to the side, holding the cold Secret Sword with one hand. Her palm cycled through cutting and healing, while the other hand slowly raised, fingers joining together to form a hand blade.

As the hand blade fell, the Silver Knight yanked out the Secret Sword, and although Alice's body was so tiny, the withdrawal of the Secret Sword caused a great gush of blood to erupt.

The Silver Knight seemed to open a floodgate; aside from blood, the wound also spewed bone fragments and intestines, spattering the ground. Amidst the viscous filth, interspersed shards of tissue, many worm-like things wriggled vigorously.

The event happened quickly; the Silver Knight withdrew the Secret Sword, then turned to evade Alice's hand blade. Her movement was agile yet weak, but due to the Calamity's caution, the Silver Knight intended not to let any of Alice's strikes hit.

In dodging, the Silver Knight shifted behind Alice, raising the Secret Sword high again, like an executioner standing behind a sinner, the cold edge aimed at Alice's smooth neck.

The Secret Sword met the flesh, without the slightest resistance, cutting through like butter. Under Teda's gaze, Alice's head was effortlessly severed, like a broken sculpture, it slowly rolled down, tilting to halt before Teda.

"Ai..."

Teda couldn't say a word; his gaze trembled at the spectacle, only to see the severed head hadn't died. Conversely, it retained considerable vitality.

Alice smiled at Teda, blood overflowed from her mouth and nose, but the smile on her face remained.

The Silver Knight prepared to pierce Alice's heart, intending to extract the Immortal Heart from her body. But before the Secret Sword could strike, the Silver Knight's silhouette was completely frozen, as if encased inside a concrete pillar, unable to move.

He heard it, a dense, low sound, fine red fuzz oozed from the armor's gaps, like growing seaweed.

They accumulated within the crevices, and every movement by the Silver Knight became immensely arduous. Flesh proliferated outward, coiling over the armor; the flaming red glow within the armor dimmed, accompanied by the armor's erosion. The link between the Third Seat and the Silver Knight was continuously diminishing.

The Silver Knight tried to swing the sword, but his arm barely moved; no matter how deadly the Iron-Cutting Sword was, without swinging, it was meaningless.

Ether's output once more escalated a tier, the Silver Knight squandered power, hoping to crush that flesh, gaining freedom for his limbs. But this freedom was also fleeting, soon the flesh would again surge upward.

The sword flashed, the Silver Knight had to act swiftly; the cold Secret Sword stabbed again, and as the wind carried a sharp Flying Knife, Palmer obstructed the Silver Knight at this critical moment.

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