I learned how to slay gods in a mental hospital. Chapter 1985: Bloody Battle with [Black Goat]

He covered his mouth, as if reluctant to let the little beggar beside him see blood, but that crimson trace still flowed down between his fingers, staining a blush of red onto the beach... He stumbled and sat down on the sand, facing the sea and the sky, like a battered, blood-soaked man. The little beggar beside him didn't speak, looking as though he had been stunned. "Sorry... You should go."…