At noon, the sky was dark and gloomy.
In front of Blackthorn Security Company, spreading black threads filled the entire space, cold and silent.
Dense black threads chased the figure at the center. The bone-chilling cold made the figure's movements sluggish, its spirit drowsy.
Flames periodically rose around that figure, using this method to "jump" to another side, often rendering the black threads' carefully woven net useless.
But when it attempted to escape beyond the threads, its speed would immediately increase, forcing it back to the center.
The situation was at a stalemate.
Dunn Smith watched the scene, gripping the urn tightly in his hands, exposing the brilliant black star sand within to the air.
Because he'd been keeping the urn open continuously, a thin layer of frost had formed on his eyebrows and temples.
His expression grew increasingly grave because, as time passed, the monster's body in the field was actually slowly recovering.
Exposed flesh became wrapped in skin, and the woman's face on the abdomen moved upward, replacing Silas's original face.
Her ritual was completed!
She was becoming a true Shepherd!
Dunn, Klein, and Leonard all realized this simultaneously.
Ma'am M slowly opened her eyes.
The image of a man's body topped with a woman's face appeared extremely bizarre, yet she looked quite pleased.
Bright red flesh surged from within her body, wrapping around it and transforming into a crimson, mysterious robe.
A pitch-black shadow formed beneath her feet, swaying as if somewhat illusory, somewhat unreal.
The black threads that had been entangling her suddenly recoiled sharply under the shadow's shroud, as if frightened by something terrible, retreating rapidly.
Saint Selena's ashes had failed!
"What's happening?!"
Leonard shouted in surprise. Klein was too shocked to speak.
He gripped the [Sun Blaze] talisman in his pocket tightly, uncertain when the right time to use it was.
Facing the three Nighthawks' panic, Ma'am M smiled even more brilliantly. She opened her palm.
"Hiss!"
Crimson flames immediately formed in her palm.
The illusory shadow beneath her feet flickered slightly, and that mass of flames rapidly expanded, transforming into countless fire ravens that swept toward them like an overwhelming tide.
"Boom!"
The flames were intensely hot and shockingly numerous, almost covering the entire area.
The three Nighthawks had no way to escape!
The explosion echoed through the street.
The air became distorted from the high temperature. After the smoke cleared, she saw that the front of Blackthorn Security Company had been mostly destroyed.
The floor melted, the steps shattered. Only one area remained intact. Dunn held the urn before him, black threads gathering as spreading cold blocked the flames' damage.
Powerful, terrifying!
The three men's faces were filled with shock.
This wasn't the scale an ordinary Pyromaniac could produce!
What had happened to her body?
Ma'am M looked at her handiwork, unable to suppress the smile on her face.
Because this was just an ordinary attempt after gaining the body. She hadn't seriously attacked yet.
"Hahahaha..."
Feeling the powerful authority within her body, even she, who was very skilled at concealing her emotions, finally couldn't help but let out joyful laughter.
Hope and authority had both fallen into her hands at this moment!
She laughed until her waist trembled, as if nothing could stop her anymore, until...
"Plop."
A sound came from beneath her feet.
Ma'am M looked down to find a piece of skin had fallen to the ground.
The illusory shadow, beyond her control, spread over and greedily devoured the piece of skin.
The color of this skin seemed somewhat familiar...
Ma'am M unconsciously touched her face.
A slippery, rough sensation seemed to come from somewhere. Looking at her fingertip, she saw it was covered in fresh blood.
"Ha..."
Her eyes suddenly widened. Her laughter abruptly stopped.
By the illusory sea, Silas struggled and resisted.
But clearly, one person's strength couldn't resist the siege of six people.
He was quickly controlled, entangled by these filthy, disgusting, bloated bodies, falling into the sea and gradually sinking.
The six bodies were like heavy anchors, dragging him down, sinking into the deepest depths of the seabed.
Ma'am M wore a smile as she watched Silas sink into the illusory, viscous, pitch-black seawater until he completely disappeared.
Looking around, on this vast and boundless sea, only her solitary figure remained standing.
"Finally, it's mine..."
She closed her eyes, spread her arms, and felt the entire chaotic waters.
The sound of the tides was so peaceful and pleasant, echoing in her mind, echoing...
No.
That wasn't the sound of tides.
No no no no no no no no no no
Ma'am M suddenly sensed something was wrong.
No no no no no no no no no no
As Silas's figure sank into the deep seawater, these waters were becoming gradually unfamiliar.
Completely unfamiliar!
Sea?
Water?
Seawater, tidal sounds, white mist...
That wasn't seawater!
It was countless chaotic, indescribable, foul-smelling liquids, viscous, heavy, pitch-black, mixed with unbearable spiritual imprints, as if countless beings over billions of years couldn't rest after death, stirred together eternally, forever in ultimate agony!
That wasn't tidal sounds!
It was countless beings in desperate purgatory begging for a moment's relief, emitting piercing, miserable wails; it was the extreme reaction in the spiritual world produced by peeling skin, tearing flesh, severing bones, frantically rubbing nerves against coarse sand and stone!
That wasn't white mist!
It was the aftereffects of the seawater, an active barrier created to protect its original master!
As the original master's consciousness sank into the seawater, this white mist was also dispersing accordingly.
Ma'am M stared in terror, unable to look away. She saw beyond the dome above the white mist, at that end, illusory and towering outlines peering at her...
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Ma'am M screamed, as if a soul-annihilating cry emerged from the depths of her spirit.
"Bang!"
An explosion sounded. Above the sea surface, her delicate and exquisite body rapidly expanded and exploded into a mist of blood.
The bloody water poured into the sea, quickly diluted and disappeared.
After briefly possessing part of this endless sea's waters, Ma'am M welcomed mental collapse.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
In front of Blackthorn Security Company, the three Nighthawks had fallen into a desperate situation.
Ma'am M had merely acted casually, yet produced shocking results.
Some incomprehensible authority made her extremely powerful, causing the three Nighthawks to feel despair in an instant.
However, something unexpected quickly occurred.
Ma'am M had only displayed brief divine might before she began emitting piercing screams.
Her flesh disintegrated in the screaming, transforming into something... vaguely resembling a human body but terrifying.
Her face was pushed open, and Silas's face emerged from within. Then more faces surged out, the faces of those who had offered their bodies!
"Did the potion go out of control? Or is Silas resisting?"
Light appeared in Klein's eyes.
Regardless of which situation it was, they now had hope!
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