Wilson Graham.

This name is somewhat unfamiliar to today's young people.

Although it once belonged to him.

— eleven years ago.

Perhaps because of the erosion of the demon's will, or perhaps just the occasional emotion revealed by the upheaval, the young man who had been active as an intelligence merchant rarely fell into reminiscence, but it did not last long, and after only a few breaths, there was no more confusion in the eyes of the owner of those blood-colored eyes.

"Help me," he said, "I am no match for him, and neither are you. ”

There was a special sense between the demons, even if it was only a half-made product—after the high demonization, he could feel the disparity in strength between them more than before, and the murderer was not an enemy that could be defeated by consciousness and sacrifice, but a despair that shrouded like a cloud, without weakness or blind spots.

There is a gap in performance.

Sure enough...... I'm just a half-finished product.

He thought about it, but his mind didn't fluctuate too much, he knew this fact as early as eleven years ago—as a result of that failed experiment, whether as a glorious person or as a demon, he was incomplete, he was just a real half-ass, and there was a gap between him and the truly powerful glorious person or the high demon that could not be crossed in any way.

But—

Even so, there are enemies that must be defeated.

The blood-colored eyes retracted from the mist-like murderous ghost not far away, and looked at the Glory One beside him, as if sensing his gaze, the black-haired and black-eyed young man carefully kept his distance from him, and quietly withdrew backwards.

"It can't be helped. ”

Wilson was not too surprised by Amy Ulysses' rejection, and in their eyes, he was an untrustworthy demon after all - although in the eyes of demons, he was not human.

So, you can only rely on yourself.

Fists clenched, no hesitation, no hesitation, not even a hint of precursor.

He attacked.

"Bang!"

It wasn't until the sound of the atmosphere was heard, and it wasn't until the killer's form suddenly changed that the Glory and Sword Wielders, who were faintly outside the battlefield, realized the attack.

If the enemy were only flesh and blood, perhaps this one blow alone would be enough to seal the victory. It's a pity that the Misty Night Killer who ravaged the lower districts a hundred years ago not only has a near-perfect immortal body, but also has an invulnerable combat instinct, even if he relies on the convenience of his ability to perform a perfect sneak attack, the effect achieved is only marginal, and the damage caused to that guy is not painful at all.

It's a tricky enemy, and there's no chance of victory.

But he must win—

In the name of the Father.

After determining the result, there was no time to hesitate, no time to hesitate, Wilson began to gallop.

Not pushing on the murderer, but retreating?

As a loser, he would not be a match for the Dark Guild's perfections, he knew from the beginning - but precisely because he was weak, he was imperfect and flawed, and in order to defeat the strong, he had to use everything at his disposal, including...... Enemy.

That's right, the enemy.

In his eyes, Amy and the sword-wielder from the Order were his enemies.

Enemies that must be killed.

It's just that the same enemy must also be prioritized and prioritized, and the sword-wielding girl is indeed very powerful, and Amy Ulysses can indeed threaten his life with it, but compared to the Misty Night Killers who were once the nightmare of an era, their threat is much smaller, so small that it is almost negligible.

So, use them to entangle the killer first.

- and then finish them off!

From a tactical point of view, this plan was not a problem, but the actual development of the situation was completely contrary to Wilson's expectations, and the ghostly murderer did not take advantage of the situation to attack the glory and the sword-wielder in his path, but stubbornly shortened the distance with him.

Do you want to fight from the strongest to the weakest?

Then there is no way...... The determination was born in an instant, and the blonde-haired youth snapped back, and the thin sword in his hand swung open the faint mist that had once again condensed, like a pouring moonlight, reflecting on the murderer's pale façade that was darker than the mist.

And then—

Divided.

But Wilson's face did not have the slightest sense of excitement in killing a strong enemy, he felt only emptiness—as if he had cut through water, cut through air, and cut through some kind of nothingness that did not exist here, and he barely felt any resistance from the sword.

So, retreat!

Without hesitation, it was too late.

The figure of the murderer was twisted like mist, and gathered like mist, and the two scimitars in his hand, one on the left and one on the right, turned each other, as if drawing a big fork, and slashed down at the same time in an instant.

Crimson blood flew in an instant.

Wilson took a step back, and the solid ground seemed to give him some kind of support, and he stood firm.

Blood trickled down his hands.

The blond-haired and red-eyed youth raised his head, his strange claws locking the two scimitars around him.

"Got you. ”

He said, and then the power was activated—

Atmospheric control.

Compared to the swordwielder, who is more adept at manipulating the wind through air pressure, his atmospheric control does not have that kind of destructive power, but his use of power is more subtle, he can control the air pressure in the range through his control of the atmosphere, so as to cause negative states such as suffocation and lack of oxygen to the human body, and if he further increases his control, he can even create an absolute vacuum that is theoretically impossible to appear in an open environment.

It's just that the vacuum still can't seem to kill the monster in front of you.

The murderer walking in the foggy night turned into an ethereal mist at the first moment of the blow, and was diluted to the extreme in the local vacuum deliberately created, but ...... Alive.

"Hell. ”

With a low curse, Wilson disabled.

If the vacuum environment created can exist for a long time, even if you can't kill the other party immediately, you can still imprison him in a vacuum cage, but whether it is the Glory One, the Sword Bearer, the Dark Lords, or the High Demons, they are not perpetual motion machines, or they are bound by physical loads, or they are restricted by physical conditions, and there is a limit to the duration and effectiveness of their abilities, a limit that only the user himself knows.

Like the atmospheric control he has, if he just creates an oxygen-deficient environment in battle, the loss and burden are actually very small, but if he further interferes with the atmosphere and creates a high-pressure or low-pressure environment on a local scale, although the loss of physical strength is still not large, the load will be very heavy, and the longer it lasts, the farther away, bigger, and more empty the target area for creating a specific atmospheric pressure environment is from him, the more serious the backlash he needs to bear.

Even if he captures it at close range and casts it on people like he did just now, the pressure he bears is not small, after all, whether he is a glorious person or a high demon, he is a veritable cripple.

It's not that I can't feel unwilling.

Simply because, that's the truth.

Wilson thought so, further liberating himself from the other side of being a demon - black scales extended from under the tattered trench coat and eroded the whole body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bones began to multiply under the influence of some strange and incomprehensible evil force, growing hideous claws and barbs, and the blood-colored eyes widened suddenly, and the bright red pupils were stretched out with the opening of the eyes to resemble lizard-like vertical pupils.

Then he opened his mouth, and a long string of flames erupted from his jaw-shaped mouth.

- Dragonization.

At this moment, the murderer in the low-pressure zone had recondensed his form, without any words or the slightest exclamation, and the two scimitars pierced the sky like two bright moonlight.

And then—

"Khooth!"

The monster that seemed to be inhuman did not dodge or dodge, did not parry, and had no defense, but the scales as deep as black iron were the best defense, and the murderer's knife slashed at his body like a river of heaven, accompanied by a series of sparks, and there was a sonorous sound of gold and iron intersecting.

The dark pupils of the long-haired silver-gray murderer contracted violently, and then ...... Withdraw!

But it's still too late.

The dragon-like monster had already poked out the pair of alien-shaped dragon claws, grabbing his throat like an eagle grabbing a chicken, without even a thousandth of a moment of hesitation, his five fingers were clenched into fists!

"Bang!"

The killer's form exploded like smoke, then regrouped not far away.

"It feels good," Wilson's pair of hideous dragon claws were held in a vague grip and then released, a jaw-like mouth grinning, baring jagged canine teeth, squeezing out a smile that wasn't a smile, "It's a pity...... It's a little bit short. ”

"Just once. The corners of his mouth under the mask outline a cold arc.

Wilson didn't reply, because he knew the guy was right. The reason why the hole card is a hole card is that it is secret enough and strong enough, and the transformation brought by the release of his demon face greatly strengthens his patience for slashing, and also gives him greater strength and faster speed, but it does not give him the means to break the atomization, that is...... Even now, he didn't have anything to do with the killers.

The current strength is only false strength, and under the appearance of strength, the seeds of failure have long been planted.

What to do?

The dragon-like youth pondered a way out.

But nothing came of it.

Neither stronger defenses, greater strength, nor greater speed could help him defeat the enemy in front of him, and he could only barely maintain the balance of power in the battle - but with the passage of time and the wear and tear of physical strength, this power that did not belong to him will eventually be wiped out, and by then he will still be a fish to be slaughtered on the chopping board - this future is almost certain, and there are no variables.

Well...... Variable.

The dragonman narrowed his eyes, and suddenly remembered...... On the battlefield, there are still third-party forces, there are ...... Variable.