No More Meetings

"Naimus..." Moriturus had already 'woken up.' He looked at Angel Nai, and the trace of fear that had just surfaced on his face was immediately suppressed.

It swiftly turned into delight.

"Naimus, it's wonderful that you're really all right." Moriturus's armor had long since been completely shattered, exposing his strange and ugly face.

"You really think your disguise can fool me?" Naimus looked at him as though he could dissect his soul.

Moriturus shuddered, seemingly feeling an unprecedented pressure.

"Nai..." Moriturus forced out an ugly, stiff smile. The next moment, Naimus cleaved him apart.

After his death, something like a mass of mud emerged from the corpse.

At the same time, a shadow leaped out from Moriturus's corpse, trying to seize the Sin Soul and leave.

However, Naimus had long prepared for this. The air sword in his hand shifted slightly, and strands of holy power formed a net that firmly captured it.

It was the Demon that had previously been sealed within Moriturus's body.

Because of the taboo, this Demon had transformed from an ordinary Demon into a Variant Demon.

Naimus had intended to study the differences, so he could understand the distinctions between souls.

As for Moriturus...

Naimus looked at that mass of Sin Soul.

Unlike Balthazar's, Moriturus's Sin Soul was also mud-like, but many 'souls' were fused within it.

Whether they were The Church's cultivators or souls of other beings, they were all deeply sunk in this muddy Sin Soul, unable to break free.

Moriturus was naturally among them as well.

But while they were called souls, they were actually merely personality masks formed from fragments of souls.

The true souls had long since become part of the mud.

That was why the master of Moriturus's body had continually changed.

Naimus looked at him, then grasped that