"Don't attack, I'm from the Nois family, I have no conflict with your Aurora Order."
The pitch-black shadow said breathlessly, "As forces both suppressed by the authorities, you can state your purpose.
Perhaps we can even help each other."
Unfortunately, the black shadow had gotten some things wrong.
Silas wasn't a fanatical Aurora Order believer, nor did they belong to the same camp.
Silas just looked at him coldly. He'd seen enough of these types who were good at using flowery words to deceive others.
"You..."
Before the black shadow could continue, Silas's lava sword struck straight down at his head.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a heavy, terrible sound, the lava longsword cut through the road surface, but that pitch-black figure nimbly dodged and retreated to a more distant location.
He looked at Silas with cold blue eyes, his form suddenly growing taller, wings sprouting from his back, and two goat-like horns suddenly jutting from his forehead.
"Bang bang bang!"
Countless ghostly blue fireballs rose behind him, shooting forth simultaneously from different angles.
The fireballs were dense, instantly filling the space.
Silas's figure was covered by flames, then turned into a small paper figure that burned to ashes.
His true body appeared in front of the demon, thrusting the lava-formed longsword toward the other's chest.
"Pfft!"
Pitch-black liquid overflowed from the other's chest.
The liquid was thick and viscous, difficult to evaporate even with the extremely high temperature of the lava sword.
"Cough cough..."
The Sequence 5 black shadow coughed, then opened his mouth wide, revealing two rows of white teeth.
"Got you."
He said.
"Boom!"
Those two pitch-black goat horns suddenly ignited with ghostly blue flames in that instant!
At the same time, his body suddenly emanated strong and intense extreme emotions: greed, anger, lust... The flames on the goat horns seemed to use these emotions as fuel, burning wildly and fiercely!
Silas looked at the flames and suddenly froze.
Countless intense feelings surged from the bottom of his heart.
Madness, hatred, despair, sorrow... In a trance, he seemed to return once again to Blackthorn Security Company, to see once again that graceful figure who gave her life for him...
The pitch-black figure looked at him coldly. Taking advantage of his dazed moment, he suddenly clenched his fist.
"Ugh!"
Silas immediately clutched his heart. T
he extreme sorrow affected his body; he felt like his heart was about to shatter!
No, it really was. His heart hurt unbearably.
The intense emotions were like substance, rushing into his heart through his blood vessels, forcibly bursting this resilient heart!
"Splash!"
Silas's flesh shattered into several pieces, scattering on the ground.
Without his support, that lava longsword was also about to dissipate and collapse.
But just before the sword could disintegrate, the black shadow reached out and grabbed the hilt. Ghostly blue flames burned onto the sword, once again maintaining its shape.
"Swish..."
The black shadow gripped the sword and pulled it from his own chest. He looked down to admire Silas's miserable state, raised the longsword high, and struck downward.
"Hum..."
However, before his sword could strike Silas, a golden light descended from the sky.
In this cold, chilly afternoon, it was as if sunlight had suddenly arrived, enveloping the black shadow!
"Sizzle sizzle!"
The sunlight rapidly dissolved the black color on this demon's body surface. He grunted in pain and withdrew from the light's coverage.
"Stay calm, he's a Sequence 5 Desire Apostle!" Across the street, a middle-aged gentleman was striding over, shouting loudly to remind Silas, "He can stir up your emotions and put you at a disadvantage!"
Isengard Stanton!
His shoulders were raised high, seemingly bound with quite a bit of gauze. He looked like he'd just been injured.
"Hehe."
Seeing who had arrived, the black shadow couldn't help but sneer coldly. "You're not running away this time?"
With that, he flipped the lava longsword and the flames transformed into sword energy, slashing toward him.
"Boom!"
The flames soared to the sky, plowing a deep mark in the ground. At the edge of the flames, Isengard Stanton barely dodged this strike.
His eyes flashed with arcane light, as if analyzing the other's previous action.
"Boom!"
The black shadow's attacks came one after another. While dodging, Isengard continued analyzing.
Soon, his eyes showed an expression of disbelief.
"Strange, isn't it?"
The black shadow laughed lightly. "Do you feel like I'm much stronger than when we fought before?"
"..."
Isengard didn't answer.
"Hehe, did you really think I, a Sequence 5, couldn't beat you, a Sequence 7, even with some Beyonder items?"
The black shadow said with a cold laugh.
"I deliberately let you go. You were just part of my plan, meant to draw all these idiots out and focus people's attention here..."
"However, you're useless to me now. I'm about to kill you..."
Stay calm, he's deliberately using these words to stir up my emotional fluctuations!
Isengard told himself internally, trying hard to maintain emotional calm.
Looking at Silas shattered into pieces on the ground, he gritted his teeth and took out a ring inlaid with a huge gem.
Seeing this, the black shadow still mocked aloud:
"It's useless. It's just a Sequence 6 Beyonder item. I... cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
Without warning, he suddenly began coughing violently. He coughed so severely he could barely hold onto the longsword!
"Disease? Cough cough! You herded a Demoness of Afflictions?"
He looked at Silas on the ground and discovered the other had opened his eyes at some point. T
hose eyes no longer held intense emotions, only cold killing intent.
"No, I herded a Shepherd."
Silas said calmly.
Earlier, when the two had closed the distance, he had indirectly released the plague seed by herding Mr. A.
The other hadn't noticed because he was different from ordinary Shepherds and could simultaneously herd multiple souls.
Without switching, he could secretly poison while releasing other abilities.
Herded a Shepherd?
The black shadow's eyes widened in horror, his ice-blue pupils unable to maintain their previous coldness.
He watched as Silas's split pieces of flesh merged together, once again forming a complete body.
"You know what, you've really pissed me off."
Silas looked at him and said coldly.
"Cough cough!"
The black shadow coughed. He discovered with horror that his symptoms were rapidly worsening.
If it dragged on a few more minutes, he'd probably die from the illness!
"Swish!"
The demon's instinct to seek benefit and avoid harm activated. He transformed again into a pitch-black shadow, rapidly fleeing.
However, Silas looked at him and very elegantly extended his hand, making an inviting gesture.
Baron of Corruption, "Distortion"!
Thus the rules of space became distorted.
The fleeing black shadow took a turn and returned to Silas's presence!
"Whoosh..."
The black shadow couldn't maintain his form and surfaced from the shadow.
Amid violent coughing, sneezing, and fever, the black shadow on his surface dispersed, revealing a young and handsome face.
He wore a well-tailored and expensive suit, looking like an upper-class socialite.
"Thud!"
Silas's foot stomped hard on the young man's head, then drew his silver "Revolver of Luck."