You Are Wanted

Black.

A deep, indistinct black.

It was as if the root of all Degeneration and the end of all destruction converged upon that tall figure, making his armor heavy and cold, and his Greatsword sharp and profound.

Luther, Greatsword, strode towards the Dragon.

The knowledge of the Potion instilled in his brain merged at this moment, and Luther felt both unfamiliar and familiar with the longsword in his hand. He quickly mastered a large number of sword-wielding movements and techniques. His gaze passed over the helmet, and he squinted at the gray-white scaled Dragon, pondering where to strike.

"Roar-"

Seemingly sensing the malice in Luther's gaze, the Dragon let out an angry roar, its terrifying pressure almost tangible, swirling around it. However, the peculiar mask on its face added a touch of eeriness to its majesty.

Luther watched it coldly.

He discovered that although the Dragon appeared angry, its eyes were unusually calm. It was secretly creating one illusory Avatar after another. These clones Avatar sinister expressions and used the technique of "Psychological Invisibility" to hide their forms, disperse, and disappear without a trace.

Disappeared?

Wrong.

Behind Luther's armor, the crimson light in his eyes was quickly replaced by gold. That golden light seemed to see into people's hearts, revealing the deepest thoughts in everyone's mind.

Before his eyes, another strange world slowly unfolded.

In a hazy, gray world, layers upon layers of light and shadow drift and float. They are dense and overlapping, combining to form an illusory Sea. And high above the Sea, countless indescribable figures roam, with seven different colored, Pure Lights of light, each containing boundless knowledge.

The Sea of Collective Subconscious, and the Spirituality Sky!

In the illusory Sea, every ray of light and shadow is a spiritual imprint etched deep within people's Consciousness. These imprints contain the memories of ancient ancestors, the fears of the present, intense emotions, and even a certain kind of fanatical worship.

There are many islands in the sea, and Luther himself is floating above one of them.

This is my Mind Island.

With the authority of the "Spectator" Pathway at work, Luther quickly understood the scene he was seeing.

"Ho Yi"

Meanwhile, in the Real World, Dragon soared into the air, circling above Luther's head. Its massive body contained immense power; with a flap of its wings, it unleashed Storm aimed at the mind; with a single opening of its mouth, it spewed out terrifying dragon flames capable of Destruction the spirit.

It swooped down, viciously slamming one of its massive dragon claws toward Luther's body. The impact was ferocious, like a steam train hurtling towards it at full speed.

Court death.

Luther's gaze was icy as he dragged his longsword diagonally upwards, slashing at the dragon's claw.

But in an instant, the Dragon abruptly retracted its claws and twisted its body at low altitude.

"Boom!"

Luther felt a powerful impact on his abdomen as the dragon's tail, as thick as a giant tree, lashed out at him. [Gluttony]'s Claw Strike was just a feint; the tail whip was the real killing blow!

The enormous Monster charging at high speed concentrated all its energy into a powerful lash at its tail, the destructive effect of which was unimaginable.

However, Gluttony only receives a dull, sluggish response from its own tail.

"Click..."

Luther quickly retreated a few steps. The black armor on his abdomen had shattered completely, revealing a Flesh and mangled body underneath. Although he was injured, the damage was far less than his opponent had estimated.

The "Black Knight's" armor can absorb a large amount of damage, protecting the user at the cost of the armor's own destruction!

"Very good."

Luther's wounds healed rapidly, and a dark shadow surged forth, mending the tattered armor. A powerful Storm began to form around him, lifting his small Giant- like body. He thus rode the wind and rose into the sky.

It's not just you, the dragon, who can fly!

The black knight soared through the sky, sword in hand. Taking advantage of the Dragon's descent and ascent before it could turn back and spot him, he accelerated at full speed, flying towards [Gluttony]'s broad back.

"Hoo hoo."

The wind whistled in his ears as Luther watched the Dragon rapidly enlarge before him. By the time the dragon realized something was wrong and began to adjust its stance, Lu Ze had already rushed forward, slashing horizontally with his broad, black, straight sword!

The Dragon couldn't completely dodge, and its thin, membrane-covered wings were easily ripped open with a black gash. It let out a mournful cry and plummeted uncontrollably, crashing onto the cobblestone street with a deafening roar. The impact overturned the stalls on both sides of the road and left a large crater in the ground.

Thump.

Luther landed not far from it, sword in hand, fully armored, approaching with heavy steps.

The Dragon opened its vertical pupils, looked at the black knight approaching it, and suddenly a smile appeared in its eyes.

"Got you?"

He said.

Meanwhile, in the Subconscious World, near Luther's Mind Island.

The gray Tide suddenly parted on both sides, forming a passage. Several men with sinister expressions were rapidly approaching his island along the passage. Judging from their attire, they were clearly Avatar created by [Gluttony] earlier.

They didn't disappear; rather, they entered the Subconscious World, attempting to invade Luther's Mind Island!

Meanwhile, outside the battlefield, Anderson is trying to escape.

"What a loud noise..."

The Dragon's fall even shook the ground. He mingled among a group of terrified islanders, thinking to himself, "Gascoigne should be able to handle that Demigod, right?"

Just as he was thinking this, a Spirituality fluctuation suddenly arose in front of him.

Without a second thought, Anderson stomped his feet on the ground, forcefully stopping his forward momentum and instead retreating.

"Swish swish swish!"

Several wind blades formed in succession on the road in front of him, cutting deep trenches into the ground.

A man dressed in a dark blue priest's robe stood waiting for him, his expression dignified. New wind blades were forming around him.

"I say, Your Excellency, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

Anderson recognized the man; he was the bishop of the Church of Storms on Toscarter Island, Sequence 6 "Wind-blessed." Not only him, but the surrounding bushes rustled, and more people emerged. Among them were adventurers, Church of Storms "Mandated Punishers," and even soldiers brandishing Steam rifles!

"Anderson Hood, the Strongest Hunter in the Fog Sea, right?"

The bishop of the Church of Storms ignored him, but a gentleman dressed as Loen stepped out from the crowd and asked with a smile.

And who are you?

"I am an official under Governor Bayam, responsible for the general affairs of Storcatt Island. Just call me Carter."

The other party grinned from ear to ear, "I never expected that the great Sinner [Blood Bishop] would actually come to my territory and even collude with you. Anderson Hood, you're wanted now. Surrender and we can give you a lighter punishment, how about it?"