Black Spider didn't kill him, instead, he spoke to the mechanic on the private channel, throwing the unconscious Kelox into a group of passing machines. - Keep this for me.
-All right.- The mechanic was already in ecstasy, a cold and sinister smile appearing on his face as he fought with O'manir, to be more direct, he kept sending machines to prevent O'manir from escaping.
Machines lacked spiritual energy, so O'manir couldn't use most of the power of his black flames!
O'manir realized this, his face growing increasingly fierce, even more so after seeing what happened to Kelox, he knew it was probably over this time.
He wouldn't be captured and sent to prison, no way! He was a pugilist, if he was going to die, let it be fighting!
Flames erupted around O'manir as they began to burn him down!
O'manir screamed in pain as the flames consumed him, and soon after he entered a pure berserker state, his body having become half-spiritual in this form, but Black Spider could see that this wouldn't last long.
Black Spider didn't care about the flames, as soon as he advanced and engaged O'manir in direct battle, he felt the flames trying to burn him, including his soul, but at that moment, these flames resembled his demonic flames, yet were different. What Ringo was certain of was that this thing... he could eat!
The moment the flames touched him, they not only weren't expelled, but entered him, the taste of those flames was incredibly appetizing to Ringo. He could feel that there was residual spiritual energy in those flames. Ringo absorbed more and more while O'manir seemed to grow weaker and weaker.
Even in his berserker state, he realized something was wrong!
These flames were not natural, they were created with spiritual energy and used the spiritual energy of the dead to strengthen themselves. They were a parasitic ability, used to kill demons and strengthen themselves, eventually turning the power of the demons against them.
It wasn't alive, it was a pure skill that was never switched off, always kept burning like a flame within the pugilist's spirit. A skill that was not only parasitic but also spiritual, it almost seemed foolish for a pugilist to use.
However, given the nature of that flame, as long as you could endure it, you could let it continue to grow stronger, devouring the spirit of others, but the moment the flame crossed the line, the pugilist's soul would be burned to ashes by those same flames!
Normally, the pugilist would let the flame continue burning in his spirit, slowly strengthening it over time, but always feeling a constant burning in his soul. There was no way to get used to it, only stubborn individuals like pugilists could dare to use it as a standard skill.
What Ringo's clone was doing now was devouring this flame, like a nightmare, even more so with demonic lineage. Ringo was not only unharmed, but that thing was extremely delicious!
Of course, Black Spider didn't know anything about that yet.
At the moment he was enjoying fighting while absorbing more and more flames. If O'manir were in his right mind, he would have already stopped producing flames, but he wasn't. Instead, he had entered into a symbiotic relationship with the flames, causing them to completely engulf his soul. This would continuously burn his soul, but it was worth it if he could end it quickly, otherwise, he would die.
However, the more flames faded in Black Spider, the more O'manir awoke from his state, until the flames had become too weak to maintain the Berserker state.
When he came to, he saw Black Spider looking at him with an unhappy face. - Hey, why did you stop?!
O'manir didn't understand what he said, his communicator had already burned out. Furthermore, now without the power of the flame, his body was covered in burns, he had entered a near-death state. He wouldn't be able to respond even if he wanted to.
Black Spider sighed, looking at the figure staring back at him with hatred.
It was a shame, the clone sent all the absorbed spiritual energy to Ringo through their nightmare connection, that flame was very "nourishing."
He hadn't killed O'manir yet, he wanted to read his memory first.
Landing a solid blow on O'manir's head, she grabbed Kelox and Lana's corpse, which the mechanic was holding, before leaving.
He wasn't very interested in talking to the mechanic, even at his level, he belonged to an advanced, star-system-level civilization, so the connections he could make were very weak, not worth wasting his time on. Instead, he preferred to delve into O'manir's mind.