Sure, here’s the translation:

The Sea of Mist within the Great Rift began to boil, an unsettling power surged in waves, brushing past everyone’s skin, bringing with it a sharp sting.

"Looks like the final battle has begun."

Red Dog squinted, gazing into the depths of the Sea of Mist, then slowly turned his head to look at Lebius beside him.

"Relax, Lebius, we’re allies for now, don’t show that look like you want to slaughter me... You don’t want to disobey orders, right."

Red Dog danced recklessly on Lebius’s nerves, piercing his consciousness.

Whistling, he said, "That’s a fine piece of armor, is this prepared for me?"

Red Dog scrutinized the Iron Armor worn by Lebius; clearly, it was Alchemy Armor, enhancing Lebius’s power all around, even smoothing out his physical flaws.

Lebius maintained his usual silence, his gaze deeply sweeping over Red Dog and other King’s Secret Swords.

Aside from a portion of King’s Secret Swords led by the Fourth Seat, there were many others stationed at the edge of the Great Rift. According to Red Dog, they were the backup team, responsible for support; once they obtained Xilin’s body, they would be the guard.

Seeing Lebius unmoved, Red Dog felt increasingly bored, crossing his arms, fingers gently rising and falling.

Red Dog knew the Fourth Seat was just a feint; the real assassin was the secretly infiltrating First Seat. Judging from the rippling of expanding power, the First Seat had already engaged the Shadow King; in just a few minutes, the Shadow King should fall to the First Seat.

Then...

Thinking about what was to come, Red Dog couldn’t help but feel a surge of inexplicable excitement, his blood boiling.

"Poor Fourth Seat... Poor all of them..."

Red Dog murmured softly, knowing full well that everyone had been deceived. He was among the few Sober ones in the King’s Secret Sword, yet what good was being aware? Red Dog couldn’t change anything, only revel in this end-time carnival.

"Lebius," Red Dog suddenly spoke, "Don’t you find this boring?"

"What are you going to do?"

Lebius finally spoke, Red Dog’s expression lit up as he suggested, "How about we fight each other? Don’t you want to slay me?"

"Are you serious?"

Lebius knew Red Dog was a madman but hadn’t expected such a challenge at this time.

"I’m serious... After all, mortals ultimately die, don’t they?" Red Dog said, "Whether you die here or somewhere else, I feel there’s no difference."

Red Dog seemed eager, speaking as he placed his hand on the sword hilt.

"Do you want to start a war?" Lebius asked, puzzled.

"I just want to kill or be killed." Red Dog didn’t care about starting a war.

Lebius stayed highly alert; he thought Red Dog was playing some trick. During the secret war, he had already witnessed Red Dog’s evil once and wouldn’t fall into the same trap twice.

"You’re really boring, Lebius."

Seeing his threat not provoking any reaction from Lebius, Red Dog felt extremely disappointed.

Lebius didn’t understand, "Is this world, to you, just a game?"

"Playing with the mundane? I think it’s nice." Red Dog nodded in agreement, then added, "Don’t you want to ask, am I not afraid of death?"

Lebius accepted Red Dog’s words, listening as he continued to speak.

"Playing with the mundane isn’t just the privilege of the Undead. Moreover, for the Undead, does this world really have the joy of a game?"

Red Dog questioned, "The Undead’s chips are infinite, yet this world is finite. The measure of time is meaningless to them; whether they act now or in ten thousand years, it makes no difference."

As he spoke, without any warning, he drew the Secret Sword from his waist. Lebius remained calm, but the others tensed up, Geoffrey promptly raised the Bone-breaking Knife, and other members prepared for battle.

Red Dog, like a prank, twirled the sword a few times, then firmly sheathed it again.

"Without the threat of death, don’t you think many things become extremely tedious?" he murmured.

Lebius remarked, "You’re a born madman."

"Not at all, I was young once, like many young people, with rebellious thoughts, believing myself to be unique."

Red Dog spoke, then fell silent, as if reminiscing about something brutal.

Yes, the event that shattered Red Dog’s mind.

Breathing in the surrounding murky air, Red Dog suddenly felt a kind of ease he had never known, reminiscing, "How wonderful, I’ve returned to this place."

Red Dog said meaningfully to Lebius, "It was here that I embarked on the detour of destiny."

His gaze swept across Lebius and Geoffrey, and more people, as uncontrollable laughter erupted.

"We’ve all embarked on the detour."

Red Dog still remembered that day; despite their defeat in the secret war, they returned to the Kagader Empire like heroes, unusually summoned by the Pillar of Royal Authority to meet the King of Slaughter.

At that time, his heart was filled with blood-stained glory, thinking of himself as a warrior chosen by fate...

Youthful arrogance.

Red Dog often despised his youthful arrogance; if only he had been a bit more humble, perhaps everything would have been different.

Yes, if he hadn’t recklessly explored the mysterious Pillar of Royal Authority, if he had revered that fearful authority, if he hadn’t delved into the depths of that blood-soaked cavern...