"The visitor devours the living, and you devour the dead, and you are a good match." Seeing that I didn't refute, the fanatic let out a mocking voice, "But are you also a righteous law enforcement warlock?" I've heard that you've changed your mind and are no longer the demons who used to raise monsters with human flesh, but what about now? You are still using this ability to kill people and devour souls, do you really have the intention of changing your mind? Don't you feel like you're hypocritical? Elilac's style shouldn't hide your combat power because of this, but if the other warlocks in the Security Bureau found out about this, what would they think of you? ”

I felt like I was being poked in the spot, but not because of what he said, but because I was deduced by him to rely on.

Reading the memories of the dead is a very powerful ability, and one after another has shown me the way forward and provided me with the key to solving the dilemma.

But even with such a powerful ability, once the details are known, it is easy to find a way to target it. Perhaps intelligence capabilities are basically more active in the shadows. In the past, the reason why I hesitated to tell this secret to Lieqi was because I was afraid of being restricted.

If the fanatic had known that I had this ability from the beginning, I would not have been able to cross the Celestial Barrier to come to him by surprise.

As for the ethical questions that fanatics talk about, the questions that have been interrogated about me are the ones that I am least concerned about. Maybe it's because I didn't have soul ethics in my past education. If it is said that it eats human flesh, this is undoubtedly extremely contrary to my conscience, but when it comes to devouring souls, it is difficult for me to raise the awareness of evaluation in this regard. Maybe that kind of behavior is really bad in the eyes of some people, but I grew up in an environment where there was basically no trace of religion, let alone a fanatical believer in any religion.

"It's not a good idea for you to bother." Although I am at a huge disadvantage, I don't mean to show weakness because of this, "You should worry about yourself more." ”

"Do you still think you have a chance of winning?" The fanatic asked rhetorically.

I retorted, "You know that best." ”

"Hmph...... Well, I admit, it's possible for you to kill me and ruin my plans. He admitted frankly, and then changed his words, "But, that's only for me before." ”

With that, he knocked me back with a hammer. Immediately afterward, he made a strange move - he threw the mace aside.

Now that he was unarmed, I should have taken the opportunity to attack him, but strangely, the sense of danger conveyed by him increased dramatically like igniting explosives, even approaching the level of biting blood, causing me to reflexively retreat farther away.

He slowly raised his hand, and a large amount of white true spirit power appeared in the palm of his hand, gathering into a familiar shape.

"The free use of the power of the true spirit is the characteristic of the true spirit sorcerer, and mortals must use this universal power with great caution, otherwise they will only burn themselves or even fall into a situation where life is worse than death. I've always struggled with how to use this incredibly dangerous force more flexibly, but the answer is simple. Speaking of which...... Again, you've inspired me. He said, "Since it is the infinite possibilities of the power of the true spirit that bring infinite dangers, then it is enough to turn it into a finite existence." The power of the abstract true spirit, which could have manifested any shape and attribute, has been transformed into a figurative material body with definite shapes and limited attributes. ”

"Yes, for example...... Turn into a weapon. The true spirit power in his hand gathered and solidified, transforming into the shape of a mace.

"It's ......" From that weapon, I felt a smell very similar to the Siren's Blade.

That's the same type of weapon as my Siren's Blade.

"I call it the 'Hammer of Truth.'" He gripped his weapon.

At this moment, I couldn't help but think of something unrelated. If the transformation of the power of the true spirit into the form of a weapon was made easier for people who are not true spirit sorcerers to manipulate it, then could my siren blade also be given this form based on the same philosophy?

But obviously, this is a question that even fanatics would not know, and even if they did, it would be impossible to answer me. As soon as he finished speaking, he launched a fierce attack directly at me.

At this moment, he is far more than just changing to a weapon of different materials. The Siren's Blade has the ability to greatly increase the user's strength, and his Hammer of Truth has the same function. If the relationship between the true spiritual power he used before and his original spirituality was "additive", then now it seems to have become "multiplication", and the difference in combat power is the difference between cloud and mud. What he is showing now is the power of a super-main warlock.

His figure suddenly vanished from its place, leaving only a series of white clouds that had formed when the sound barrier had been breached. My sense of awareness immediately caught where his next blow would come from. This hunch came quickly, but with the speed of my reflexes, I didn't have time to deal with it, and it turned out to be late. But I narrowly avoided it.

I've been thoroughly familiar with his movements in previous encounters, but he can't catch my movements because my fights are hidden. Now I can even make the right prediction of his movements before my own hunch, and with the experience of fighting Bloodbite, I know very well that relying on the premonition of danger to deal with the speed of a super-main level warlock will only kill itself. And now this prediction has saved my life from a near-certain death.

As I retreated, the hammer of truth slammed down from above. A tiny hammer is so insignificant compared to a huge watchtower, but it turns out to shatter the entire watchtower like a strong man smashing a biscuit with his foot.

I knew from the beginning that the fanatic must have some kind of powerful hole card hidden, but his hole cards can actually elevate himself to the level of super main level. It's no longer a question of whether he's strong or not, and if he's not looking for truth, but power, then he'll be able to reach the top of the country at any time with sheer violence.

Although his attack didn't hit me directly, the shockwave swept me away. I fell from a great height outside the broadcast tower, and the fanatic came at me at supersonic speed as if he had turned into a cannonball, and in fact with his current weight and speed, it was no different from a real cannonball. This time, though, I narrowly escaped my life, and with me other pieces of construction had fallen with me, and I stepped on the debris to launch my body with the force of my own body, and as I narrowly escaped his fatal blow, I crashed through the outer wall of the broadcast tower and rolled back onto the solid floor.

Before he could stand up straight, his attack came again. This time I couldn't get away with it like I had on the previous two occasions, and I could barely hold on to my head. However, instead of hitting me in the head, he slammed it into my torso.

Under the huge impact, I was knocked out again. All the bones on the front of the torso were shattered, and none of the internal organs were good. If it was an attack from biting blood, I would only need a split second to recover, but this was a serious injury inflicted on me by the fanatic with the power of the True Spirit, and my recovery speed could only be done at turtle speed.

Because over-speed regeneration has been restrained, my weakness is no longer just my head. The reason why I am still alive now is completely because I am hanging on to my breath with the tenacious vitality of transforming my body and that little bit of recovery, but at this point, I am already desperate. However, I can continue to fight, and my athleticism does not come from my body, but from the Siren's Blade. As long as my hands and feet can still move, I can still exert considerable combat effectiveness.

"No, that's the end." His voice came, "You've already lost, Majin Li Duo." ”

His figure reappeared in my field of vision like a grim reaper

And just as I was about to continue dodging, I realized that I couldn't move. No, it's not that I can't move, I'm moving at high speed, but my vision tells me that I'm not moving, as if the space is being stretched endlessly. This was the power of the spatial distortion of the Heavenly Trench Enchantment, and the token that was supposed to emit special spiritual fluctuations stopped as if it were dead.

"Do you think I'm going to give this kind of token that can be used against me casually to someone like Naruyi who doesn't really obey me?" He didn't know what means he used to remotely stop the token, and said sarcastically, "This is the hinterland of the Heavenly Trench Enchantment, the effect of spatial distortion is maximized, and you can't tear the spatial distortion like last time." It's a fool to say that I don't even know what to say when I dream about it. While regretting your innocence, you will be reduced to minced meat under my hammer! ”

The sheer amount of True Spirit power was incomparably densely wound around the Hammer of Truth, and he blasted his final blow in laughter. Even though he was still far away, the blow came to me quickly under the effect of spatial distortion, which I couldn't dodge.

That extremely terrifying fluctuation was not lost to biting blood, and even I could see that due to the huge power of the true spirit he output, the Heavenly Trench Enchantment was shaken by the power of the Hammer of Truth. This is obviously the hinterland of the Heavenly Trench Enchantment, but his power almost tears apart the effect of spatial distortion itself.

And the wanton smile on his face seemed to show his complete conviction of his victory.

The speed of my consciousness also accelerated to the limit in a desperate situation, and I saw an opportunity to defeat him.

"Sirens." I called my partner's name, said what I thought, and said, "This time, please." ”

"Hmm." The siren simply replied, and fell silent, burning my soul.

Unparalleled power erupted and infused the Siren's Blade, transforming it into a gigantic deformed form. But, perhaps because it was burning again under a heavy spiritual injury, the pain that came from my soul became so intense that I almost lost my mind. I struggled like a boat in the painful seas, wielding a gigantic siren blade at the fanatic.

The power was so great that it seemed to be a sky collapse, and the super sword swept towards the fanatic, and this blow was already close to the full strength of the lie, and it completely overrode the hammer of truth of the fanatic. If the attack of the fanatic was almost to tear the spatial distortion, then this blow had already completely torn the spatial distortion apart, and even the broadcasting tower itself was split in half the moment the sword appeared.

The fanatic is now attacking with all his might, and even if he wants to, it's too late to dodge. And in order to restrain the fantasy immortal body, my attacks contain "true kill" that is enhanced to the extreme. Even if he had taken some precautions against my "true kill", it was useless, this blow was so powerful, and the "true kill" in it far exceeded everything I had in the past. My instincts had created a conviction that this blow would literally destroy him if it hit.

However, he looked at the Dao Gang that was shooting towards him, but he suddenly restrained his arrogant smile as if he had changed his face, and did not hesitate to launch a spatial distortion on his side.

With only a slight movement of a millimeter, he can dodge a kilometer away. Yes, even if it's too late to dodge normally, it's too late to use spatial distortion.

At this time, I struck this blow that broke through the barrier of the Heavenly Trench, and it seemed that he had expected it.

He didn't expect it. Although I had used this technique on biting blood before, he had no way of knowing it as he was inside the Heavenly Trench Enchantment. However, just as he was ready to fight even though he couldn't imagine how I would cross the Barrier, he didn't know how I would break the desperate situation now, but he was still prepared on the premise that "in case the opponent opened a hole card that was enough to break the situation". I've learned in the fight that he's such a cautious guy.

But even if he is cautious to this point, there are situations that he can't calculate.

The spatial distortion around him was smoothed out on the spot by a wave of true spirit power. That's exactly what the sirens are simulating the fluctuations of the token as I have just instructed. The frequency of the token is definitely beyond the reach of humans, so it stands to reason that it is impossible for me to release this kind of fluctuation after losing the token. But with the help of the Sirens, I can make the impossible possible.

The value of a token to me is not when I can use it, but when I can't use it.

This time, the fanatic finally revealed a fatal flaw, and at the same time showed an expression of genuine incomprehension of the situation.

Instantly, the indigo torrent of light completely flooded his body.

The gigantic siren blade vanished from my grasp, and I felt the unparalleled power quickly withdraw from my body, and a feeling of weakness that I had never felt before came over me. After the blade disappeared, it was as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground, but my vision gradually blurred and darkened. At the urgent call of the sirens, I involuntarily fell to the ground.

The radio tower began to crumble under the blow just now, and the sound of the building collapsing came from all directions, but I felt that all the sounds were far away. At the same time, my consciousness quickly faded......

When I woke up again, it was a week later.

(End of chapter)