Chapter 650

In a room on the top floor of the patrol's off-white four-story building.

A middle-aged man wearing a thin black formal suit heard Jianna's voice.

He stood up abruptly, not bothering to trace the source of the shouting, and took a white human skull that appeared to be carved from crystal out of a hidden pocket in his clothing.

The middle-aged man, who appeared to be of mixed Intis and West Balam descent, held the crystal skull and chanted a mysterious language with a heavy sense of death.

The next second, a palm reached out from the void in front of him—a palm with thick joints, oozing blood, and clear signs of decay.

This palm belonged to a corpse that looked human at a glance but was close to a monster upon closer inspection.

It was over 1.8 meters tall, its face covered by a rusted bronze mask, and its torso composed of stacked body parts from different races—there were those of lions and tigers, black wolves and baboons, giant snakes and vultures, as well as humans themselves. The commonality was that the state of decay was very severe.

On the corpse's bronze mask, two clusters of dark red light flickered where the eyes should be. With one stride, it arrived inside Camus's office.

Facing Camus, who had dense beads of sweat on his forehead, held a revolver in his right hand, and was swaying as he slowly approached the corner of his brow, the monster-like corpse lifted its bronze mask.

Beneath the mask, there was no nose, no flesh, and no bone—only two clusters of dark red light and a mouth that occupied four-fifths of its head.

At this moment, the mouth opened to its maximum, the inside pitch-black, dark, and profound.

A terrifying suction force emanated from the mouth, but it had no effect on the documents and newspapers on the desk; it only caused Camus's spirit to manifest on the surface of his body, as if being pulled by an invisible force, about to be cast into hell.

Along with the emergence of Camus's spirit body, the gray-white clown also seeped out from his flesh, revealing its complete appearance.

It was an enlarged, illusory playing card.

This playing card had no body of its own and was quickly sucked out by the pitch-black giant mouth beneath the bronze mask, while Camus's spirit body continued to struggle bitterly.

Slap!

The playing card quickly turned solid and fell to the ground, making the sound of a heavy object colliding with hard stone tiles, but without a metallic ring.

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Inside the Matani Import and Export Store.

The men's washroom had been completely destroyed. The door and walls facing the corridor had either collapsed with a boom in the form of fragments or split into multiple pieces, flying several meters outward.

The "Bottle of Fiction" had lost its effect.

Amidst the residual light fragments and the pervasive smell of sulfur, Tevanaco rolled out in his demon form.

On his pitch-black, dark skin were ghastly wounds one after another, the corresponding flesh presenting a sense of evaporation. More than half of the two curved goat horns on his head were gone, and black, viscous liquid flowed from the broken ends.

The giant bat-like wings on his back were tattered and drooping.

Given Tevanaco's physical strength, the "Storm of Light" from the "Armor of Pride" should not have caused such tragic and severe damage, but who told him to be a demon?

The "Storm of Light" was capable of destroying evil creatures and undead creatures!

This was equivalent to Tevanaco suffering purification while being cut by the sharp fragments, and the two were not separate but working in tandem—purification weakened his defenses, causing mutual damage to the spirit and flesh of the evil creature, while the sharp fragments took advantage of the weakened defense to cut the flesh. The more wounds produced by cutting the flesh, the deeper the scars, and the better the purification effect.

If Tevanaco hadn't been resisting with his demon form but had instead turned into a "Wraith" to deal with it, he might have been severely injured and dying by now, or perhaps even directly eliminated.

The "Storm of Light" had an aspect that could eliminate wraiths and wound evil spirits!

Tevanaco, severely injured but still retaining a certain combat capability, calmly suppressed his violent and bloodthirsty emotions. Seeing that he had escaped the seal, he immediately prepared to "turn into a Wraith," intending to escape with the help of the surrounding mirrors.

He had just made this decision when he suddenly had a certain premonition of danger.

The malice came from his side and behind him.

In the shadows outside the washroom, Franca, wearing an assassin's outfit, emerged and raised her left hand.

On the thumb of her left hand was an iron-colored ring with a thick band and a surface covered in tiny sharp spikes.

"Ring of Discipline"!

In Franca's lake-blue eyes, two bolts of lightning lit up.

They were many times faster than the fastest bullet, shooting out silently.

"Mental Pierce"!

"Sleeve Sword"... Why did I only feel her malice until now... Tevanaco, severely injured, had no time to dodge and suddenly heard the sound of illusory shattering.

That shattering sound came from his spirit body.

Intense pain instantly occupied his mind, making him unable to help but raise his hands to cover his head.

Franca seized this opportunity, took out a mirror, and reflected Tevanaco in his demon form.

Black flames ignited on her left palm, and she quickly wiped it across the surface of the mirror.

Curse of the "Witch"!

A large amount of black flames suddenly burst out from within Tevanaco's body, but nearly two-thirds were suppressed by his flesh, leaving only a small amount to burn the spirit body of this giant demon.

Demons could be immune to curses to a certain extent!

If he hadn't already been ravaged by the "Storm of Light" and his state hadn't been so poor, the damage Tevanaco received from the "Witch's" curse would have been even less.

Tevanaco, whose spirit body was being burned by the black flames, finally shook off the influence of the "Mental Pierce."

He resisted the "Witch's" curse, and his body suddenly melted, turning into a mass of pitch-black, viscous liquid.

These liquids seemed to come from the deepest part of the human heart, the most sinister and hidden desires and emotions.

Tevanaco gave up on "turning into a Wraith" and chose to use the "Avatar of Desire" of the "Apostle of Desire" because the "Witch's" black flames were more targeted at the spirit body.

The pitch-black, viscous liquid he had turned into had not yet fully stretched into a human figure to escape into the nearby darkness when he felt a strong premonition of danger in his heart again.

In the entrance area of this corridor, in the blind spot of everyone's vision, Anthony Reid, wearing military green clothing, emerged.

His eyes had already been dyed a pale gold, turning into vertical pupils.

"Psychological Invisibility"!

"Mania"!

Tevanaco's mind suddenly buzzed, and his whole person instantly broke free from the state of "Avatar of Desire." His eyes were covered in bloodshot veins, corpse spots grew on his skin, and blood emitting the smell of sulfur began to flow.

He had entered a state of mania. Having already been severely injured and having encountered "Mental Pierce" and the "Witch's" curse, he was on the verge of losing control.

Rumble!

Clusters of pale blue sulfur fireballs, driven by Tevanaco's frantic instincts, began a blanket bombardment of the surroundings.

Franca's figure quickly shattered, turning into mirror fragments, while gray-white dragon scales emerged on Anthony's body, and he then pounced toward a place with a wall as cover.

Rumble!

Lu Mian, who had used the "Mirror Substitute" provided by Franca, did not know where he had "teleported" from to appear behind the manic Tevanaco.

He had already erupted with the spirituality and power accumulated within his body. His spirituality was soaring and no longer depleted.

Lu Mian resisted the scorching of the sulfur flames and the damage from the explosions, looking at Tevanaco, who was in a state of mania and completely unaware, and made a "Hum" sound.

Two white lights spewed from his nose, hitting the target that should be "Sisso."

Tevanaco fainted instantly, and the signs of mania began to recede.

Lu Mian did not give him a chance to fall to the ground. He reached out his right hand, grabbed his shoulder, took him into the Spirit World, and "teleported" away!

In just a few seconds, Lu Mian's figure was outlined at the edge of the primitive jungle near Pylos Harbor.

During this process, he also made a "Ha" sound, using the pale yellow light spewing from his mouth to make Tevanaco fall into a new coma, not giving him a chance to wake up.

At this moment, at the edge of the primitive jungle stood a woman. It was "Lady Lady Hai La," dressed as a black widow but not as cold as before.

Seeing Tevanaco, who was no longer in his giant demon state but had sulfur odors emanating from him and faint dark patterns protruding on his skin, "Lady Lady Hai La" nodded to Lu Mian and said:

"It should be 'Sisso'."

Every time "Sisso" participated in the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society," he only made superficial disguises. If his real-world identity were truly locked down, "Lady Lady Hai La," who was responsible for providing the gathering place and the method of entry, would still be able to identify him.

"Ha!" Lu Mian laughed and added a new "Hum-Ha Technique" to "Sisso."

"Lady Lady Hai La" grabbed his arm and began to chant a spell.

The two of them, along with "Sisso," had their figures erased like pencil drawings by an eraser, quickly disappearing from the spot.

Inside that ancient, dilapidated palace in the "Land of Night."

Lu Mian had just broken free from his hidden state when he made a "Hum" sound.

Two white lights fell, and "Sisso" remained unconscious.

"Lady Lady Hai La's" voice was cold as she said:

"I will let you enter the same dream."

"Thank you." Lu Mian threw "Sisso" aside and took the initiative to sit down against a broken stone pillar.

The next second, his thoughts became muddled until he heard Lady Lady Hai La's voice:

"Alright."

Lu Mian woke up instantly, seeing a room like an interrogation room and seeing "Sisso" sitting in the chair opposite him.

This member of the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society," named Tevanaco Tupian, had light-brown skin, looking like a mixed-race person of the Northern and Southern Continents. His eyes were flaxen, his hair deep black, and his features were decent, but his expression revealed a sense of disregard for life.

Seeing this, Lu Mian's mouth curled slightly, and he laughed.

He had asked "Lady Lady Hai La" for help mainly to create an environment where he could safely speak about his conspiracy after capturing "Sisso" alive.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to restrict "Sisso's" resistance—keeping the opponent unconscious until death certainly wouldn't allow for communication, and destroying his prefrontal cortex would make him lose emotions like annoyance, pain, and resentment, making it difficult to satisfy the requirements of the "Reaper" ritual.

Seeing Lu Mian, "Sisso" struggled abruptly, but was suppressed by an invisible force, making it difficult to transform into a "Wraith."

This was a dream controlled by "Lady Lady Hai La."

"Sisso" calmed down, looked at Lu Mian, and asked the biggest doubt in his heart:

"How did you bypass my premonition of danger?"

Lu Mian's smile became even more obvious. He looked down at "Sisso" and said in a leisurely tone:

"This doesn't require the help of a 'Demon Hunter.' A sufficiently long distance plus a 'Hypnotist' is enough to do it."

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