The Regressed Mercenary's Machinations

Chapter 542

Helgenique's neck was completely severed, his head flying sideways.

And Ghislain, who had swung the sword—

“Urgh!”

Crack! Thud! Boom!

A grotesque sound of something twisting and bursting followed as Ghislain was flung backward, losing his grip on the sword.

Even for a fleeting moment, his body had failed to endure the overwhelming power, resulting in severe strain.

“Ghislain.”

They understood why this was possible, having long been aware of Helgenique’s unnatural constitution.

However, without its connection to the body’s mana source, something began to shift.

The ever-present darkness veiling Helgenique’s face began to fade.

“.......”

What emerged was horrifying—a ghastly visage resembling a patchwork corpse, sickly blue-green and stitched together in places.

Even Jerome, now watching from a distance, was left speechless despite his prior knowledge. Seeing it with their own eyes was far more gruesome than imagined.

“No wonder he wouldn’t die, no matter how many times we struck him.”

Ghislain, who had learned the truth about Helgenique’s body in his previous life, knew the secret well.

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