Chapter 375: Taking the Bait

At the entrance of the auction house.

Percy, who had been idling about, stared at the anomaly that had suddenly manifested, his face turning blank: "An existence above the Hours? Wait... what is an Hour?"

"I seem to have seen it in the Great Library; in the Ancient Secret Records of the Spirit World, Hours are existences even more powerful and inconceivable than the Days; they are powerful, Evil Domain... but at the same time, even more insane!"

An agent dressed as a waiter nearby muttered in response, looking at Aaron, who was wearing a mask: "Is this the guest who just auctioned for that scrap of paper? He is going to be in trouble... We don't need to worry about things happening outside the auction house's perimeter, hmm, as long as their fight doesn't harm innocent people."

Under Percy's gaze, that Mysterious guest immediately tucked the scrap of paper into his bosom and hid in the shadows.

But it was already too late!

One figure after another walked out of the auction house, following closely behind.

"So... the true ability of a 'Mechanical Mentor' lies in transforming one's own organs into Magical Items with different effects?"

"Too much nonsense."

That kind of small-caliber firearm, I'm afraid, couldn't even break the scale armor on his body!

Aaron sighed: "My fishing skills are getting worse and worse, but it doesn't matter; if I can't hook them, I'll just force the catch!"

One shot of 'Sage' pollution, one shot of 'Dark Embrace', and another shot of 'Red Curse'!

Ever since he possessed variable aspects, he didn't even need Spirit Material to craft special bullets at the level of the Fourth Primordial Substance.

"Get away from me, I don't trust you!"

"A Non-human Grade 'Underworld' bullet!"

The spirit threads in mid-air were like a melody directed by a conductor, layering and winding toward the person in the Golden Mask.

"Heh... a Secret Transmission recording the secrets above the Hours is only worth 20,000 pounds?"

"I pray for your gaze, I pray for your favor, I pray for you to bestow power upon me!"

The smile on the corners of Aaron's mouth widened.

On his body, the remaining flesh tissue began to riot, his skin cracked, and blood vessels popped out, wriggling like snakes.

Bang!

The specially made bullet plunged into the river water, the splashed water quickly dissipated, and at the same time, a trace of red halo spread out.

By the Dosom River.

Aaron muttered, his right index finger hooking slightly, as if pulling invisible threads.

The person in the Golden Mask said nothing, his hind legs exerting force, charging like a cannonball.

Aaron pursed his lips and did not move.

The person in the Golden Mask wanted to pursue again, but saw Aaron raise his Zoulun, a look of disdain appearing on his face.

"Careful... everyone open your spirit vision, there are invisible threads in the void, it... it can control my movements!"

A bullet accurately hit the left shoulder of the person in the Golden Mask, shattering the scales, sending blood splashing, and simultaneously stopping the momentum of his charge.

After discovering that the prey was 'thorny', he immediately chose to retreat.

"Ah!"

The two sides collided, and his entire body was involuntarily pushed back by the powerful kinetic energy.

The person in the Golden Mask said in a deep voice: "But out of respect for the Non-human, I am willing to pay 20,000 pounds to buy it!"

"A 'Lamp Bearer' of the 'Sunset School'?"

Their teeth were ghastly white, their tongues Scarlet, and they were simultaneously chanting the four-part honorific name:

"Seeker of the Sunset Secret, Controller of the Twilight Land, Favored of the Spirit World, the Great Bairamonge..."

The masked man was severely wounded!

He screamed repeatedly, pulling back to increase the distance.

But the real big fish had not yet taken the bait; he had actually been playing with the other party the whole time.

"Light!"

The covetous gazes in the darkness slowly receded; they were as cunning as beasts, yet also bullied the weak and feared the strong.

"Damn it, it's a Non-human Existence!"

Looking at it now, as long as the bait is sufficient, the effect is quite good.

The malice lingering in the air dissipated by more than half in an instant.

Clang!

Aaron raised his arm to block; mucus seeped out on his arm, and a substance resembling the carapace of a hard-shelled insect emerged.

Aaron waved his hand again.

Boom!

He clenched his right fist, and his elbow suddenly opened, emitting flames like a Fire Rocket propulsion.

On the other side, Aaron's figure slowly appeared: "You modified your internal organs—your lungs? And your throat, your mouth... to gain the ability to spew energy?"

The next moment, cursing came from the darkness: "XXXX, Mason, why are you attacking me? Ah!"

'Is this the vision of a "Weaver"?'

Aaron's expression remained unchanged, but he nodded with satisfaction in his heart: 'Sure enough... that "Alchemist" is in Plymouth! Unless he also has a Fool's Crown, the response range of the Sixth Primordial Substance is only this large!'

On his body, mechanical organs activated one by one, tearing through his robe and revealing a suit of metallic scale armor.

Bang, bang, bang!

Aaron did not speak and continued to fire.

The masked man screamed, and at the same time, on his back, on his chest... several mouths suddenly appeared.

Bang!

The next moment, Aaron fired.

At the same time, a profound chill and deathly silence suddenly erupted within the masked man's body.

"You... how could you, how could you have so many inhuman bullets?"

The spirit threads in the void landed on the scale armor covering his body, sparking violently, but were all deflected.

"A 'Weaver' of the 'Pupa'!"

"You are not a novice at all... so the secret on that makes me even more interested."

Seeing this scene, a trace of joy appeared on the face hidden beneath the Golden Mask, and he suddenly opened his mouth, a bright beam of Light shooting out from within.

Even for a 'Mechanical Mentor', there is no certainty of victory against a 'Weaver'.

What remained in place had startlingly turned into a 'Human Pupa'.

The bullet carrying the 'Darkness' Divine Attribute directly tore through the light screen of 'Radiance'.

He sneered, the radiance of 'Radiance' appearing on his body as he performed a 'Purification' on himself: "Do you think... I would be taken down by this kind of bullet?"

His chanting speed was so fast, clearly guarding against being interrupted by Aaron.

The next moment, his jet of light passed through 'Aaron' and landed on the ground behind him, burning out a large pit.

Among them, the one wearing a Golden Mask was the most urgent.

But at the same time, a person wearing a Golden Mask walked out from the darkness.

Immediately, the corruption of the 'Sage' was injected, causing the masked man's thinking to become sluggish for an instant.

In his spiritual perception, the cold wind blowing through the night, the ripples of water plants by the riverbank, the slight rustling of tree branches... all seemed to be spreading with blatant malice.

On his fist, a layer of metallic solution emerged, wrapping around the fist like a cannonball, smashing fiercely toward Aaron.

In reality, he truly wanted to finish the opponent off; he only needed to be slightly serious.

Aaron's lips curled slightly as he pulled a Zoulun from his bosom and pulled the trigger toward the river water.

Sizzle!

He watched as the 'Spirit World Gate' opened in the void, and steel demons poured out one after another.

At the same time, the power of 'Law' descended, helping the masked man suppress the mutation on his body.

That Sixth Primordial Substance wielder, the leader of the 'Sunset School'—Bairamonge, had finally made a move!

(End of this chapter)