(Thank you very much to 'Lei Xiang,' 'Xianyu Laike,' 'Long Lian Qingxue,' 'Jian Jiao,' 'lord,' 'Yan Ai Ai,' 'I am a small weapon,' and 'asalaxc' for the rewards!)
Boom—!
The ferocious aura surging from Velsaria Fahrengart's Spirit Armament mixed with divine power energy like ominous black vapor and the black mist winding around the Blood of the Spirit King, which sealed the Mad King Spirit. It spread throughout the sea of flames, stirring up a sinister black wind.
At once, the surrounding inferno swayed beneath the sinister black wind. Even the center of the blazing sea trembled, while the rolling fire waves seemed to freeze in midair.
"Uwaaaaaah—!"
Velsaria Fahrengart's roar rang out from the pitch-black armored giant like the piercing howl of a wild beast, making everyone present's hearts tighten slightly.
Only Vivian, rather than feeling uneasy at that beastlike roar, smiled with a hint of delight.
"Even this couldn't break you, Velsaria Fahrengart. You're truly wonderful. As an experimental subject, you would absolutely drive everyone researching Cursed Gear Crests into a frenzy."
At those words, Noah and Ren both turned icy gazes toward Vivian. Even Claire, Linse Laurenhrost, and Fianna showed varying degrees of anger.
This Skull Syndicate merchant from the Aelf Race had never cared about so-called life in her pursuit of researching Cursed Gear Crests.
So long as it could further Vivian's research, she certainly would not mind sacrificing one or two lives.
In truth, quite a few Elf Users had already died because of the Cursed Gear Crests Vivian implanted in them. Most had even suffered mental breakdowns from being unable to endure the side effects of the Cursed Gear Crests, leaving them in a state worse than death.
"You filthy Skull Syndicate merchant!" Alice cried out furiously.
"What did you do to Sister Velsaria