“Roar—”
A deafening roar erupted from the massive mountain of flesh.
Its head—the one belonging to John—faced the infernal horn in Elias's hand.
Pure malice locked onto its target.
The countless severed limbs at the base of the mountain of flesh began to squirm with increased frequency.
The earth was overturned and trampled.
It was anxious.
If Elias truly summoned some kind of evil creature here...
It might never have another chance to kill him.
However.
Elias's movements were even faster.
He quickly produced a soul coin.
With a flick of his wrist, he pressed it into the muddy soil beneath his feet.
Using the coin as the center, he used the base of his cane to swiftly trace a simple ritual array on the ground.
The moment the runes took shape, he immediately raised the dark red infernal horn and blew it with all his might.
There was no sound.
No sound wave that human hearing could capture.
But as he blew, a dense surge of red spirituality gushed out from the horn's opening.
This spirituality, carrying the scent of sulfur, was incredibly domineering.
It directly diluted the dark green negative aura of death that had been permeating the area.
Immediately after, the air directly above the ritual array began to warp violently.
The infernal spirituality gradually tore a spatial rift above the mud.
It was completely different from the spirit world rifts that transcendents usually saw.
This rift was constructed entirely of dark red, violent energy.
Flames constantly flickered and surged outward from its edges.
Seeing the rift take shape, the charging mountain of flesh grew even more frantic.
Its massive body jerked to a halt. The area on its chest, sewn together from countless organs and fat, suddenly split open to both sides.
A mist of extreme cold began to condense rapidly at the opening.
It was highly compressed frost.
In the next second, the icy mist transformed into an ice-blue ray that emitted wisps of cold air.
Carrying a deathly silence that could freeze everything, it struck out fiercely toward Elias's position.
Wherever the ray passed, moisture in the air instantly condensed into ice crystals and fell to the ground.
In a flash, a giant, dark red hand suddenly thrust out from the flaming rift.
It gripped the edge of the space tightly.
Then, a tall, burly red figure, carrying a massive greatsword wreathed in roaring flames, stepped out from the rift.
He slowly revealed himself.
Just as the lethal freezing ray was about to hit the cover, the red figure flicked his wrist.
He steadily held the broad flaming greatsword horizontally in front of him.
Boom!
The powers of ice and fire collided in mid-air.
Frost and flames canceled each other out frantically.
The high temperature instantly evaporated the freezing ray.
At once, a vast amount of white, high-temperature steam erupted on the spot.
The dense mist spread in all directions, obscuring the view of the battlefield.
At this moment, the mystic hiding behind the cover was completely stunned.
He pressed himself tightly against the broken wall, his calves trembling uncontrollably.
His teeth chattered, making a clicking sound.
Of course, this wasn't just because the battle scene was too exaggerated.
It was more because the monster that had walked out of the rift radiated a Fear Aura that affected everything around it without distinction.
It was an instinctive tremor in the face of an infernal demon.
However, for Elias, who stood at the very front, this level of fearful pressure was no longer a lethal threat.
After all, he had already faced Guss once before and felt the Fear Aura firsthand.
Furthermore, he had now reached Scale Two.
The resilience of both his body and soul had undergone a qualitative leap.
Although the Fear Aura still affected him, it was nowhere near as impactful as before.
He held his cane and stood tall.
And now, the Scale Two mystic of the Seventh Agency, watching Elias's back through the steam, was completely bewildered.
His mind was in a mess.
He really couldn't tell who this mysterious “informant” truly was.
He could actually summon an infernal demon!
The demon was even shielding him and fighting the monster for him.
For a moment, the mystic felt a profound admiration for the Seventh Agency's internal intelligence network and connections.
The agency actually knew such a powerhouse!
Not only did he display a level of skill that was not inferior to Scale Three, but he could also call upon an infernal demon of unknown scale as an enforcer.
This was an incredibly sturdy thigh to cling to.
On the other side, the white mist gradually dissipated.
After Guss blocked the freezing ray with one hand on his sword, his red vertical pupils looked coldly at the massive mountain of flesh in the distance.
He then raised his hand.
His massive palm opened.
Burning energy condensed and compressed at high speed in his palm.
In just one second, it turned into a blinding fireball.
In an instant, an attack similar to the freezing ray the mountain of flesh had spat out, but with the exact opposite attribute, erupted.
Fire rays shot out from Guss's hand.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The air was torn apart by the consecutive high temperatures, producing five deafening booms like cannon fire.
Unlike the single freezing ray of the mountain of flesh, five compressed, consecutive fire rays followed one after another, blasting toward the massive body of the mountain of flesh.
Seeing this familiar casting trajectory and destructive power, Elias instantly remembered the time in the Central District sewers.
The egg-headed branch manager of the Seventh Agency had also used this move.
However, that branch manager had only managed to fire four rays.
Yet Guss, who had just stepped out of the rift, had fired a full five.
The difference in power was clear at a glance.
The moment the five fire rays made contact with the surface of the mountain of flesh, many of the layered corpses on the outer layer of John's body didn't even have time to burn.
They vaporized instantly!
Along with the dark green dark erosion energy, they were evaporated completely.
A massive hole with charred edges was blasted into the mountain of flesh's previously indestructible body.
The stench of burnt flesh filled the air.
“Roar—!”
The mountain of flesh let out a shrill and painful roar.
Its massive body shook violently, and countless limbs twitched frantically.
It felt fear, and it felt the threat to its original body.
The instinct for survival made it once again spread its massive negative spirituality without reservation.
Dark green ripples swept through the entire cemetery.
It tried to use this method to call upon more dead bodies buried underground to fill the lethal gap that had been blown open and reconstruct its lost “outer shell.”
However, the command was sent, but the cemetery remained deathly silent.
There was no sound of earth turning to answer it.
All the corpses in the Lily of the Valley Convent cemetery had already been scavenged when it mutated.
They were all damn well hanging on its body right now.
There were no soldiers to deploy, no corpses to call.
The investigator mystic hiding behind the cover watched all this, dumbfounded.
His jaw almost hit the ground.
And an even more jaw-dropping scene that made him feel like his worldview was collapsing followed.
The brutal infernal demon, who had dominated the field and saved the day upon appearing, actually slowly put away his flaming greatsword.
He turned around.
His massive and oppressive body faced Elias, who was standing there with his cane.
He performed an elegant inclination that was completely at odds with his rough, demonic appearance.
“Your Excellency.”
Guss's voice was low and deep, even carrying a hint of humility.
“I have been looking forward to seeing you again day and night.”
He lowered his head slightly, his red vertical pupils full of sincerity.
“It is a great honor to see you again today!”
The moment this extremely polite greeting was spoken, the mystic behind the cover suddenly realized something.
His legs were no longer trembling.
Not only that, but the demonic Fear Aura that had been lingering in his heart seemed to have vanished without a trace.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
His teammate was so reliable, this “thigh” was so sturdy, and even a demon had to bow and greet him.
What the hell was there to be afraid of!
His sense of security was instantly maxed out.
Meanwhile, Elias, standing on the spot, listened to Guss's affectionate greeting.
Behind his mask, his face was met with a long silence.
Dammit!
He and Guss had clearly just met yesterday.
And they had only just gotten to know each other yesterday through a pure transaction of dividing loot!
And now this guy was seriously saying he had been looking forward to seeing him day and night?!
I mean, if you're going to suck up, at least put a little more skill into your brown-nosing!
This script was far too perfunctory.
Besides, who didn't know?
You just want to earn back the portion you gave me yesterday, don't you?
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