The Thousand-Eyed Tyrant's massive main eye, a full three meters in diameter, was currently staring dead at the chainsaw hanging above its head. There was no arrogance left in that eye, nor any of the cunning from before; only the purest, most primal fear of death remained.

  It wanted to close its eye, but the eyelid had been sawed off.

  It wanted to run, but its body had been hollowed out.

  The Slayer held the still-growling chainsaw in one hand, while slowly raising the other.

  He didn't bring the saw down.

  He made a move that plunged the Tyrant into even greater despair.

  He retracted the chainsaw.

  *Click.*

  The chainsaw was hooked back onto his waist, buzzing in dissatisfaction, seemingly complaining about not getting the last bite.

  But the Slayer had his own aesthetic of execution.

  For a guy who liked to control others with his gaze and peep into their hearts.

  The best send-off was to make sure that in its final moments, it saw absolutely nothing.

  The Slayer clenched his right fist.

  The scales on the Demon Dragon gauntlet instantly stood up, turning into sharp brass knuckles.

  Blood Punch charging.

  *THUD!*

  The Slayer didn't punch the eyeball directly.

  He punched the nerve connection point just below the Tyrant's eyeball.

  The massive impact caused the Tyrant's entire eyeball to pop upwards, breaking free from the orbital constraints, hanging in mid-air connected only by a few thick optic nerves.

  The Tyrant let out a silent scream.

  Immediately after.

  The Slayer extended both hands and wrapped them around this massive eyeball.

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  It was like hugging a water balloon filled to the brim.

  The muscles in his arms bulged, and the Praetor Suit outputted at full power.

  Squeeze.

  *Squeak squeak squeak——!*

  The eyeball deformed and twisted under the immense pressure. The vitreous body and psychic energy inside churned madly, trying to find an exit.

  In the Tyrant's vision, the Slayer's face became increasingly distorted, finally turning into a field of blood red.

  The Slayer suddenly increased his strength.

  *SPLAT——————!!!*

  A terribly muffled bursting sound.

  Purple pus, shattered crystals, and that viscous psychic energy residue exploded in all directions like a fountain.

  The Thousand-Eyed Tyrant's main eye was crushed alive.

  With the shattering of this core eyeball, the Tyrant's massive body was like a building that had lost its foundation; it collapsed and disintegrated instantly.

  Countless smaller eyes originally attached to its body also burst one after another at the same time.

  A rain of purple blood fell upon the entire hall.

  The Slayer stood in the rain of blood.

  He didn't dodge, allowing the foul blood to drench his armor.

  Because he knew that this Demon Dragon armor would automatically absorb this energy, converting it into shield value.

  [Kill Confirmed.]

  [Glory Kill Complete.]

  The Slayer shook the slime off his gloves.

  He turned around and looked at the messy battlefield behind him.

  ...

  At the edge of the battlefield.

  Singularity was driving an engineering vehicle that was already bursting at the seams, frantically conducting a "Post-War Sweep."

  "Oh my! Be careful! Don't step on that eyeball fragment! That's top-tier psychic conduction material!"

  Singularity commanded several puppets, moving like a swarm of diligent ants through the pools of blood.

  "That tentacle! That tentacle is good stuff! The nerve fibers on it can be used to make Netherworld fiber optic cables!"

  "And that! That puddle of purple blood! Don't let it flow away! Hurry up and catch it with a bucket! That's high-concentration magic plasma, take it back to add a new flavor to Aunt Meng's Soup (just kidding)!"

  As Singularity scavenged, he couldn't help but sigh with happiness.

  "This trip... we made a fortune."

  "Just these materials alone are enough to upgrade the Netherworld's defense system three times over."

  He glanced at the Slayer standing in the center of the corpses, looking like a God of War.

  Then he glanced at the purple ball of light floating in mid-air—although the body was dead, it still radiated terrifying fluctuations. That was the Tyrant's undissipated soul.

  Singularity's eyes instantly turned into two giant dollar signs.

  "Wait... the biggest treasure is over there!"

  He leaped abruptly from the vehicle, pulling out that black "Banner of Ten Thousand Souls" embroidered with golden runes.

  "Execution vs Death."

  For demons, death meant the end.

  But for Singularity, death was just the beginning of "Resource Recycling."

  The Slayer was responsible for turning them into corpses.

  Singularity was responsible for turning corpses into GDP.

  "Great Hero! Leave that soul for me! That's an SSR-grade battery!"

  Singularity charged forward waving the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

  *Next Chapter: Sealing the Soul. Singularity plans to stuff this Tyrant's soul into the Netherworld's reactor. The Tyrant: I still have to work even after I die?!*