Sure enough, there can be no carelessness.

Ash—no, that's the evil will that rules the Dark Guild.

Did he survive? That might not be accurate, because he didn't die at all. With its cunning and suspicious nature, it has always left a way out for predictable defeats before dealing with tough bones like the Glory, and now it just happened to come in handy.

Segmentation of consciousness.

For a master of playing with souls, this was not a very unusual thing - it had already begun to divide its consciousness when it realized that it could not defeat the two people in front of it by its own strength in any way, and when the Glory One cut off its head with a sword, its soul had already been divided into two separate and independent individuals.

One of them, which gathers almost all of its resources, let's call it the main consciousness, attacks the Glory through its parasitic abilities, while the other relatively weak consciousness parasitizes the beetle it carries with it in a more secure way, and in the event that the main consciousness falls on the battlefield of the soul, it can also leave enough capital to make a comeback - to be alive is the greatest capital for it.

It's just that the situation of using the back hand is somewhat a failure.

Explain that you have lost, you have really lost, you have completely lost, it is the first real defeat so far, or in the field you are best at.

Unwilling.

But it can't be helped, it's very weak, very weak, so weak that it's not stronger than an ordinary beetle.

So, we can only wait, we can only endure.

Its biggest and only advantage now is that it's alive, and they don't know it's alive yet.

That's all it can use.

As for revenge -

The High Demon who narrowly escaped death had no intention of doing so, firstly, because it was disturbed by the abnormal feedback from the previous main consciousness, and secondly, it was ...... With its current condition, it will be a very long time to regain its strength, and by the time it reorganizes the Dark Guild and reviews the progress of the artificial demon plan, I am afraid that those two humans have long been buried in the long river of time, and the revenge that mortals praise has no meaning to it.

It is even unceremoniously said that time is on its side.

After all—

Order is only a dream bubble, only chaos lasts forever.

This is the truth.

The evil will born of the greed of mankind for eternal life sneered, but no matter how cold the laughter of the beetle was, there was no majesty at this moment, let alone the back of its neck had been clamped at some point, and the weak and ridiculous body of the worm was taken out of its pocket, and it was vainly baring its teeth and claws.

"Got you, snake. ”

The familiar sound froze its struggling movements instantly.

Be...... The sound of the twelve?

No—it should be number one.

The killer is a humanoid weapon that it cultivates to nurture its own carrier in the material world, and the evil will is no stranger to them, but if it is to talk about the most familiar or the most feared, it must be the number one who inherits the name of "Foggy Night...... Judging from the name "snake", it may not be as simple as inheriting the name, but it has been passed down along with a part of the incomplete spiritual will.

What a mistake.

It should have been reviewed more cautiously at the time.

The evil will doesn't have too many emotions of chagrin, and the only flaw in the Misty Night Killer as its most perfect work is that it is too perfect, so perfect that it can't even control itself. Because of this, it took advantage of the fact that he was severely injured by the Glory Bearer from the upper realm, and brought this monster, which perfectly blended the essence of humans and demons, back into the control of the Dark Guild, and split his body and implanted it in thirteen experimental subjects, creating a new generation of murderers, intending to wear out the will that may exist through time.

But even then, it still seems to have failed.

The murderer in front of him is proof of this—it's just that it has no intention of talking to it—a high-level demon like it that exists mainly in a spiritual way is a real scarce breed, and although it can't interfere with the present world without a corresponding carrier, it is difficult for the corresponding present existence to detect it and interfere.

In other words, the worst-case outcome is that the beetle it lives in is killed.

Probably......

The Evil Will doesn't underestimate the difficulty of the killer who is dubbed the Misty Night, and since he knows the name "Serpent", it is clear that its way of existence is not a secret, and if he is not prepared with special means against the soul, he will not appear in front of it.

In other words, are you ready to kill with one hit?

In a complicated mood, it raised its head and stared at the mask above it with a pair of compound eyes.

"What a humble gesture," there was not even a trace of emotion in the pitch-black pupils, as cold and pure as obsidian, "but...... Dying in this way is really suitable for you. ”

Without any hesitation and without giving the other person a chance to react, the index finger and thumb are slightly strained.

Quietly, the Beetle died.

Like the corpses on the ground, the corpses are separated.

But the High Demon would never die so easily—the evil will is still alive, though not in a very good state, but it is still alive—and the pure white serpent that cannot be seen is manifested in the form of a pure spirit.

And then.

Without any hesitation -

Escape!

The posture of the soul that has broken free from the shackles of the physical body may sound a bit noble and awe-inspiring, but this is the most fragile and unguarded time, if it is an ordinary person who lacks the corresponding cognition, there may be no way to take it on two parallel lines that seem to never intersect with the material world, but it is precisely the golden period to capture or destroy it if it is an acquaintance who knows the root of its existence.

Because, the protection of the flesh is gone.

It is as ethereal as a rootless tree to the world, with no object to depend on - and it is precisely in order to prevent this kind of situation from occurring, it will carry a few small insects on the carrier of the main consciousness, one can provide it with physical protection at a critical moment, and the other can take advantage of the inconspicuous characteristics of insects to hide from the enemy and escape from the enemy.

"It's a pity," the murderer couldn't see the evil will that manifested itself as a pure spirit, but that didn't stop him from taking action on it - he pulled an old military kettle out of his bosom and turned it open unhurriedly, "I have to say goodbye to the invisible." ”

Then, the wind blew on the flat ground.

Like a whale with its mouth wide open, the mouth of the kettle suddenly creates an inward suction.

In terms of degree, it may be the first level of dust that disturbs the air, but for the soul that is free from the body, it is no less than an overwhelming hurricane.

The evil will struggled, and the snake's body twisted together, struggling to resist the suction.

But...... To no avail.

It was inevitably swallowed into the pot.

About a third of a moment later, the old military kettle glowed with a faint blue sheen.

"It's just a pity," the murderer who looked at the light on the kettle, wearing a mask that seemed to laugh but not laugh, and cry instead of crying, let out a low sigh for an inexplicable reason, and then tightened the cap of the kettle, tilting his perspective slightly, and his gaze resting on the emptiness above his sight, "There is no way to witness your end, snake." ”

He shook the kettle in his hand a few times.

The pot of desire.

This is its name, in the time of the pre-ancient kings where the Night's Watch still existed, in order to defend against the unspeakable monsters that can invade the soul, the alchemists of Prometheus specially developed this kind of highly targeted alchemical weapons, unscrewing the cap can form a singularity that distorts the material and immaterial worlds, and produces a deadly gravitational pull like a whirlpool of the sea on the strange that appears in the form of pure souls, and imprisons it in the eternal dark and silent world of the pot.

However, that's not where it got its name.

The reason why the pot of strong desire is named strong is inseparable from its greed that even the residue has to be used. As one of the standard equipment of the Night's Watch Legion guarding the Great Wall, it can play a role not only in capturing the unspeakable strangeness in the chaotic realm, but also in the digestive problems after capturing - in that unknowable pot world, the value of the soul will be completely drained, even the existence itself will be consumed, and only the purest and most versatile energy will remain.

Taking everything, this is the true meaning of strong desire.

- It's a piece of equipment that fits me perfectly.

The corners of the mouth of the Misty Night Killer slightly outlined an arc, his dark eyes looked at the headless corpse on the ground, feeling the blood that was already boiling in his body, and the heart that was almost about to jump out of his chest, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled: "Then, the next is ......"

"The final addition. ”

The thirteen next-generation murderers are one, but they are split into thirteen parts and implanted in the bodies of thirteen people, of course, these separated parts are eager to become a whole again, which is why they will have murderous intent when they encounter each other, and this is not immune to even the relatively complete inheritance of the memory of the Foggy Night Killer a hundred years ago.

Nor does it need to be immune.

He opened his arms and waited for his fate to come.

And then—

The corpse on the ground began to dry up, and the blood snaked out like a living thing, and then it wrapped around him like a lover who had been reunited for a long time, and like a newlywed couple after a long absence.

Invade the eyes, invade the ears, invade the nose, invade every space in the skin that can be invaded.

There was no screaming, no shouting, the murderer just closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a dream that would never wake up again, and curled up like a baby.

Then stretch.

Completely ignoring gravity, he floated in the air, his body spread out in a large shape, his long silver-white hair scattered behind him, and his eyes were as dark as night, and he was greeted by a gray world.

Subsequently—

The fog is surging.