Chapter 526: Internal Strife

The illusory eye at the brow center of the "Devil Wizard" was very similar

Of course, a "Secret Supplicant" might have similar distortions at a high sequence, but Burman clearly hadn't reached the level of a Saint; otherwise, it would have been Lumian fleeing just now, not him. No, in that situation, Lumian might not have even been able to escape if he wanted to, and could only pin his hopes on the residual aura of the "Blood Emperor" causing the opponent to be momentarily distracted, allowing him to seize the chance to "Teleport" away.

—Combining the official wanted posters, the information provided by "007," and the intelligence he gathered himself from Philip and the others, Lumian had long since judged that Burman, this "Devil Wizard," couldn't possibly be Sequence 4; he didn't have the guts to hunt a demigod.

Judging from that illusory vertical eye and Burman's diverse and relatively comprehensive abilities, Lumian felt he really did fit the characteristics of a "Wizard," but no "Wizard's" "Eye of Secrecy" was like that—not only growing in the center of the brow and turning into a vertical eye, stained with pale patterns and a near-black background, but also possessing the ability to shock others' spirits in addition to seeing the "truth"!

At that moment just now, Lumian had the feeling that he had been stripped of all his external layers, leaving only his spirit to confront Burman's; once he yielded or failed, he would have fallen unconscious or been enslaved by the opponent.

Fortunately, the "truth" on his body was not something a low-to-mid sequence Beyonder could look at, and Burman was no exception. Before Lumian triggered the residual aura of the "Blood Emperor," this "Devil Wizard" had already suffered a backlash and nearly lost his ability to fight.

Furthermore, Burman's driving of undead creatures and the protection he received after falling unconscious were not things a mere "Wizard" could accomplish. Even if they could rely on spells they learned or invented themselves to achieve similar effects, they couldn't do it to that extent, let alone so easily.

"Which evil god's pathway is this? Or, did Burman, as a 'Wizard,' encounter some kind of corruption and gain some abnormal traits? Is that where those inhuman details on him came from? That makes sense; he conducted so many resurrection experiments, he wouldn't lack the kind of... sacrifice to an evil god."

"That illusory vertical eye is indeed very strong and very strange; I couldn't resist it head-on. If it weren't for the seal from Mr. 'Fool' on my body, Termiboros, and the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor'—these things of super-high status—I might really have died at Burman's hands today..." Lumian's thoughts raced, and he quickly formed a certain hypothesis.

He took this opportunity to steady himself from the impact of the explosion, took the golden straw hat from his "Traveler's Bag," put it on, and his figure vanished in a flash.

Lumian "Teleported" directly to the entrance of the luxurious house belonging to Fidel Grasse at 16 Correias Street.

The "Devil Wizard" Burman might have gotten away, but this big businessman couldn't!

If Burman had been in relatively good condition when he fled, Lumian would have worried that he might return here with professional ethics to take his employer away. But since the opponent had been carried off unconscious by some undead creatures, he certainly wouldn't return to 16 Correias Street, and wouldn't even if he woke up—the longer time passed, the more Fidel Grasse's house was likely to become a trap for this "Devil Wizard."

Therefore, Lumian had just had the leisure to think about Burman's sequence and inhuman issues.

This was also something he was deliberately waiting for:

In case the "Devil Wizard" Burman could wake up quickly and return here to take his employer and flee, Lumian arriving a minute or two late would be just right to block him and Fidel together.

Standing at the entrance of 16 Correias Street, Lumian's brows furrowed slightly.

As a "Hunter," he smelled a faint, lingering scent of blood coming from inside the house.

After a moment of thought, Lumian gently pushed open the deep blue double doors.

They weren't locked.

At the entrance was a pool of blood that had been splashed and hadn't yet fully congealed, as if someone had fled here in a panic, just unlocked the door, and was caught by a pursuer and torn to pieces.

The only problem was that there were no body parts left behind.

Lumian stopped at the entrance, tilted his head to listen, and found the whole house in dead silence, with no movement at all.

"Was Fidel so decisive that before Burman came to kill me, he cleared out those in the know and moved to a safe location?

"In this way, if Burman's operation succeeded and he figured out why I had such suspicions and if there were other people in the know, he could return here using the excuse of encountering a late-night attack by pirates like the 'Black Admiral' and barely escaping with his life. If not, he could disappear from here, change his identity, and start a new career..." With doubts, Lumian jumped over the area splashed with blood and intended to search the house to see if he could harvest anything and clarify the specific relationship between Fidel Grasse and the "Devil Wizard" Burman.

He closed the door behind him and walked toward the staircase where the stronger scent of blood was coming from.

Perhaps sensing his approach, heavy footsteps suddenly rang out there.

Amidst the thumping sounds, someone came up from the basement and appeared in Lumian's line of sight.

It wasn't a person, or rather, it could no longer be called a person.

It was three or four meters tall, its body composed of body parts from different humans; it had both feminine curves and masculine traits, all stitched together with linen thread, with blood-stained mucus constantly dripping from the joints.

This "person's" head was relatively intact and came from only one source: Fidel Grasse, a mixed-race Intisian and Feynapotter.

The proportion of this big businessman's head to his body was clearly uncoordinated, like a child's head placed on the neck of a half-giant; his dark brown eyes were quite hollow, retaining a trace of terror and confusion.

Dead? Fidel is dead? He turned himself into a monster? Lumian had just had this thought when he saw the stitched-together giant corpse drag its three human leg bones, which were stuck together, and charge over violently.

On the white, giant "bone sword," a layer of pale flames burned.

Lumian's eyes narrowed slightly, his body suddenly vanished, and he instantly reappeared behind the giant stitched corpse.

"Ha!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a pale yellow light.

The light landed on "Fidel's" head, failing to cause any signs of dizziness, let alone making it fall unconscious.

This created undead creature seemed to be immune to the "Heng-Ha Technique"!

Almost simultaneously, the fast-running stitched giant corpse forcibly turned its body, a blurred sound coming from its throat; it sounded like a language Lumian didn't understand, and also like it was spitting out a word with magical effects.

A tremor rose from the depths of Lumian's soul, as if he had suffered the shock of evil and death.

He froze there for a moment.

The stitched giant corpse fully turned its body, took a big step, raised the giant "bone sword" burning with pale flames in its hand, and slashed at Lumian's head.

Lumian was someone who had encountered similar states many times, mostly caused by high-status things, and the current situation was clearly not as severe as the consequences brought by the "Devil Wizard's" illusory vertical eye gaze.

Lumian "woke up" in time and triggered the black mark on his right shoulder.

Amidst the whistling wind, the giant "bone sword" burning with pale flames slashed into the afterimage he left behind.

This time, Lumian appeared right against the back of the stitched giant corpse and stabbed the "Hateful Movement" he took from his "Traveler's Bag" into the opponent's heart.

With a *puff* sound, the blackened bone flute, which was neither sturdy nor sharp, pierced into the flesh of the stitched giant corpse.

The linen threads there immediately burst open, and large patches of flesh peeled off, revealing a dark red heart spewing pale flames.

Lumian stretched out his left hand with force and pressed it onto this nearly fatal wound, and a crimson, near-white fireball was compressed layer by layer and pressed inside.

Using the force of this push, Lumian flew backward violently, avoiding the giant "bone sword" that came whistling down.

Rumble!

While in mid-air, he saw a crimson, near-white firelight erupt from within the stitched giant corpse that had just turned its head, tearing apart the heart that seemed to still be beating.

Rumble!

The stitched giant corpse fell apart, and flesh belonging to different humans scattered all over the floor.

*Plop*, that head belonging to Fidel fell into the pile of flesh, the hollowness receding to reveal a look of pain.

"Who turned you into this?" Lumian glanced out the window, feeling that the explosion just now should attract the attention of the night patrol police.

Fidel's head opened its mouth and said in a slurred, extremely venomous tone:

"It, it was Burman!"

"Burman?" Lumian was slightly stunned. "You guys had an internal conflict?"

This was the "Hate Movement" from General Philip!

"I thought you were testing me and wanted to observe for a few more days, but he, he couldn't wait and wanted, wanted to kill you tonight. I didn't agree, so he killed everyone in the whole house..."

"He, he is a true lunatic!"

Having said this, Fidel's head tilted to one side, his eyes closed, and he completely lost all movement.

The "Devil Wizard" Burman's mental state has some serious problems... Just because of this, he killed the employer's whole family? If you really wanted to kill me, you could have acted alone... Lumian had previously considered whether Fidel would think he was fishing for him, and for this reason, he had deliberately created the illusion of fishing for the "Black Admiral" to paralyze Fidel. As for the effect, Lumian didn't care too much; if he didn't take the bait, he would just change methods. He wasn't someone who only knew how to "fish."

Who knew this would actually trigger an internal conflict between Fidel and Burman.

Lumian felt that even when his own psychological problems were at their worst, he wouldn't do such a thing, unless Fidel had provoked him with words at the time, for example, by pointing out that only a lunatic would believe in resurrection.

Lumian stared at the body parts for a while, seeing no signs of Beyonder characteristics precipitating out.

"Bad luck, they must have all been taken by Burman." He shook his head and walked toward the room where the safe might be placed.

(End of chapter)