Chapter 523

Du Luo gave it a skeptical look and snapped, "You know you're weird, so why not change? Now you're even joking around with us."

When Du Luo was first resurrected, he still maintained a surface-level courtesy, constantly addressing it with honorifics like "my lord" and "your grace."

But as Negrilis's pranks grew more frequent, Du Luo found it harder to stay polite—now he constantly snapped back, argued with it, and rolled his eyes, all because of its antics.

Anthony was the same.

Negrilis didn't even hesitate to refuse: "No way. This is my only joy. I won't change it. If I can't tease you, what's the point?"

Kiba Da, now you can't fight, can't insult, everyone's learned to spit venom like lightning—your only remaining joy is this twisted teasing, and you'll never change.

Du Luo rolled his eyes again. "If you've got the guts, move your physical form away from Seeing Ange and tease someone else—see if we don't tie you up and shove you under the box."

Without doubt, Seeing Ange was teasing—or rather, testing. This was the first time he'd encountered an opponent whose spellcasting speed could barely keep up with his own; he wanted to probe the opponent's limits. But he hadn't expected the other to pull out a tool so fast.

Twenty-four shadow arrows indeed exceeded Seeing Ange's limit—he could currently cast about twenty per second—but the incoming arrows were all countered, because he still had four psychic tentacles.

Watching Seeing Ange detonate each of the twenty-four shadow arrows one by one, Hayden stood frozen, muttering: "How is this possible? How? How are you faster than me? How?"

Excluding the four psychic tentacles, he'd also seen Seeing Ange cast twenty holy light missiles—this already crushed him. Normally, his maximum casting rate was twelve; just now, he'd activated his potential. Who's really the turret here?

Previously, Hayden had secretly taken pride in this nickname; now, it felt sharp and painful.

Both hands flung out, another row of shadow arrows materialized: "You're this fast—I don't believe you can sustain it. How long can you keep this up? How long!"

A relentless barrage of shadow arrows slammed forward. After one minute, Hayden collapsed from exhaustion, falling heavily to the ground.

Seeing Ange couldn't stop his momentum—two holy light missiles shot out, then realized there was no target. He quickly reached out, snatching the missiles midair and crushing them.

Around him, twenty or so holy light missiles still hovered—this was already him holding back, yet he'd still unavoidably overcast slightly.

Hayden's form dissolved upon hitting the ground, leaving only a soul core slamming onto the earth, weakly radiating a deathly aura.

Seeing Ange walked over and poked it, then looked blankly at Negrilis and the others.

They removed the protective barrier and gathered around.

Negrilis said in disbelief: "He's… passed out? What joke is this? He's a undead."

Du Luo, Anthony, and Flash Feiti, who had just returned, exchanged glances: "Can undead… faint?"

Everyone felt it was unbelievable, even absurd. Undead had no human self-preservation mechanisms—how could they faint? And this was a soulless undead—was he faking?

Anthony said: "I don't think he's faking. More like he's enraged—so furious he can't accept reality, so he exhausts all his mental energy and passes out?"

"This…" They all stared at each other—it was like carving a knife into an eye demon's eye—eyes wide open. So undead could faint after all.

After gawking for a while, Seeing Ange pulled out a dozen soul crystals and pressed them against the soul core.

The soul core instinctively began breaking down the crystals, draining their soul energy. After absorbing a dozen, the soul core showed no change.

Anthony and Negrilis exchanged a glance, then Anthony suddenly said: "Oh dear, looks like he's truly dead—only a soul core left. What do we do now?"

Negrilis said: "Give it to me, give it to me—I'll hang it in my personal toilet. The air doesn't circulate here, it's too stinky. Soul cores have disinfecting properties—perfect for hanging in the toilet."

Before he finished speaking, the soul core rapidly melted into a wisp of smoke, barely coalescing into Hayden's shape.

Negrilis sighed in disappointment: "Oh, so he's not dead after all. What a shame." Hayden glared at it furiously.

Anthony summoned holy light and grabbed the smoke.

Hayden, having expended vast amounts of soul energy, offered no resistance and was dragged aside, subjected to brutal interrogation—he answered all of Anthony's questions.

After extracting all the information he wanted, Anthony gave Hayden two choices: "Either surrender your soul, or perish." He glanced at Negrilis and added: "Soul remnant hung in the toilet."

Hayden wanted to cry from rage. "I am a subject of the Lord of Annihilation. I have no soul to surrender. Kill me if you must."

"You're a subject of the Lord of Annihilation?" This revelation instantly sparked Anthony's interest: "What's the Lord of Annihilation's name?"

Since learning the Annihilation Barrier had trapped the Undead Sovereign, Anthony and Silver Coin had spared no effort gathering every scrap of information about Annihilation Mages—but all data was scarce, unverifiable, and possibly fabricated.

The Annihilation Mage remained utterly mysterious. Everyone knew such a person existed, knew his power was immense, his status higher than the Twelve Council Mages—but no one knew his name.

In the past, many had dismissed this nameless Annihilation Mage as insignificant—until he trapped the Undead Sovereign. Only then did everyone realize he was a being rivaling the Undead Sovereign himself.

But knowing this meant nothing. One floated in the heavens, the other lurked in the depths; their life forms were utterly different. Even planting spies was nearly impossible.

The few spies they'd managed to insert couldn't access truly secret information. Thus, even now, not only Anthony and Silver Coin, but even Gust from the Undead Council, knew nothing of the Annihilation Mage's true nature.

Anthony had once probed the True Eye and the Godmaking Mage—but got nothing. Now, he'd captured a subject of the Annihilation Mage? Perfect. A subject surely must know his 'king's' name.

156n.

Hayden resolved to say nothing more.

"If you won't speak, we'll really hang you in the toilet—hey?!" Anthony hadn't finished speaking when he sensed something wrong—a powerful, overwhelming will projected onto Hayden.

Anthony felt a tremendous force surge from behind. Seeing Ange shoved him aside, stepped forward, and his body erupted in scales—Dragon God Transformation.

Simultaneously, everyone felt time slow to a crawl, everything turning into slow motion, nearly frozen—except Seeing Ange's fist, which moved just a fraction faster than the slowed world, slamming toward Hayden.

——————Extra Notes——————

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