You Really Made Me Angry!
"Don't make a move. I'm from the Nois Family, and I have no conflict with your Aurora Order."
The dark figure, panting, said, "As forces similarly suppressed by the authorities, you could state your purpose; perhaps we can help each other."
Unfortunately, the shadowy figure made a few mistakes. Luther was not a fanatical follower of the Aurora Order, nor did the two belong to the same camp. Luther simply looked at him coldly; he had seen enough of these kinds of people who were good at using sweet talk to bewitch others.
"You"
Before the shadowy figure could continue speaking, Luther's Sword of Lava slashed straight down at his head.
"Boom!"
With a heavy, terrifying sound, the Magma Longsword sliced through the road, but the dark figure nimbly dodged it and retreated to a more distant place. He looked at Luther with cold blue eyes, his body suddenly grew taller, wings sprouted from his back, and two goat-like horns suddenly emerged from his forehead.
Bang bang bang!
Countless eerie blue fireballs rose behind him, shooting towards him simultaneously from different angles.
Fireballs densely filled the space in an instant. Luther's figure was engulfed in flames, then turned into a small paper figure and burned to ashes. His true form appeared in front of the Devil, thrusting a longsword made of magma into its chest.
"Puff!"
The pitch-black liquid oozed from the opponent's chest; it was thick and viscous, and even the extremely hot Magma Longsword could not evaporate it.
"Cough cough."
The Sequence 5 shadowy figure coughed, then grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.
"Gotcha!"
He said.
"Boom!"
His two jet-black goat horns instantly ignited with eerie blue flames!
At the same time, he suddenly exuded intense and extreme emotions: Greed, anger, and Lust. The flames on his goat horns seemed to use these emotions as fuel, burning wildly and rapidly!
Luther stared at the flames, then suddenly froze.
Countless intense emotions welled up from the depths of his heart.
Madness, hatred, despair, sorrow. In a daze, he seemed to return to Blackthorn Security Company once again, and once again saw the beautiful figure who had given her life for him.
The dark figure stared coldly at him, and in the moment of his daze, suddenly clenched its fist.
"Ugh!"
Luther suddenly clutched his heart, overwhelmed by grief; he felt as if his heart was about to break!
No, it's true. His heart was in excruciating pain. The intense emotions were so real that they surged into his heart through his veins, threatening to burst this resilient heart!
"Whoosh!"
Luther's Flesh were shattered into several pieces and scattered on the ground.
Without his support, the Magma Longsword was on the verge of dissipating and collapsing. But just before the sword was about to disintegrate, the dark figure reached out and grabbed the hilt. The eerie blue flames then burned onto the sword, maintaining its shape once again.
"Swish."
The shadowy figure gripped the sword and pulled it from his chest. He glanced down at Luther's gruesome state, then raised the sword high and brought it down with a swift motion.
"Buzz--"
But before his sword could strike Luther, a golden light descended from the sky. In this cold and gloomy afternoon, it was as if Sun had suddenly descended, enveloping the dark figure!
"Hiss!"
The Sun quickly dissolved the blackness of the Devil's body, and he groaned in pain, withdrawing from the range of the light.
"Stay calm! He's Sequence 5 Desire Apostle!" Across the street, a middle-aged gentleman strode over, shouting as he warned Luther, "He can stir up your emotions and put you at a disadvantage!"
Isengard Stanton!
His shoulder was padded high, as if it were wrapped in a lot of gauze, indicating that he had just been injured.
"Hehe."
The shadowy figure recognized the newcomer and sneered, "So you're not running away this time?"
With that, he flipped the Magma Longsword, and the flames transformed into sword energy, slashing towards him.
"Boom!"
The flames roared, carving a deep furrow in the ground. At the edge of the flames, Isengard Stanton barely dodged the attack, his eyes gleaming with an enigmatic light, as if analyzing his opponent's actions.
"Boom!"
The shadowy attacks came one after another, and Isengard continued to analyze the situation while dodging. Soon, disbelief appeared in his eyes.
Is that strange?
The shadowy figure chuckled. "Don't you feel that I'm much stronger than when we fought before?"
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Isengard did not answer.
"Heh, you really think that I, a Sequence 5, can't beat you, a Sequence 7, especially with some Beyonder Item?"
The shadowy figure sneered, "I deliberately let you go. You're just part of my plan to lure out these fools and draw everyone's attention here."
"However, you're useless now. I'll kill you right away."
Calm down, he's deliberately using these words to stir up my emotions!
Isengard silently told himself, trying to maintain his composure. Looking at the shattered pieces of Luther on the ground, he gritted his teeth and took out a ring inlaid with a large gemstone.
Seeing this, the shadowy figure still sneered:
"Useless, it's just a Sequence 6 Beyonder Item, cough cough! cough cough cough!"
Without warning, he suddenly began to cough violently. He coughed so badly that he almost couldn't hold his longsword!
"Disease? Cough cough! You 'Grazing a Demoness of Affliction?"
He looked at Luther on the ground and found that the other man had opened his eyes at some point. There was no longer any intense emotion in his eyes, only a cold killing intent.
"No, I Grazing a Shepherd."
Luther said calmly.
Even as the two closed the distance, he indirectly released the Plague Seed by Grazing Mr. A. The reason the other party didn't notice was entirely because he was different from ordinary Shepherd; he could Grazing multiple souls simultaneously. Without switching, he could secretly poison them while releasing other abilities.
Did the shepherd Grazing his Shepherd?
The shadowy figure stared in horror, his icy blue eyes losing their previous coldness. He watched as Luther's fragmented flesh fused together, transforming back into a complete body.
"You know what? You've really angered me."
Luther looked at him and said coldly.
"Cough cough!"
The shadowy figure coughed, realizing with horror that his symptoms were rapidly worsening; if he delayed any longer, he feared he would die!
"Brush!"
The Devil's instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm kicked in, and he once again transformed into a dark shadow, quickly disappearing into the distance.
However, Luther looked at him and gracefully extended his hand in an inviting gesture.
The Baron of Corruption, "Distortion"!
As a result, the rules of space became Distortion, and the departing shadow turned a corner and returned to Luther's side!
"Whoosh--"
Unable to maintain its form, the shadow rose from the shadows.
Amidst violent coughing, sneezing, and fever, the shadow on his face dissipated, revealing a young and handsome face. He was dressed in a well-tailored and expensive suit, looking like a member of high society.
Thump!
Luther stomped hard on the young man's head, then drew his silver "Lucky Revolver."