At this moment, the ceremony is less than an hour away from the end.

Twenty minutes to be exact.

Even if Ivus could control the Iron Hook Demon and let the Iron Hook Demon lead the way, it would be too late.

Not to mention how scary it was to ride in a carriage with such a thing, and even if he could find a way to ride in a carriage, he would not be able to make it.

The ritual was reserved for four hours, and little Ivus was cursed upon entering.

According to the "ideal situation" calculated by the pillar god who created the dream, Ivus should leave the cathedral with Lulu and go directly to Legal Place, with a half-hour journey in between.

Upon arrival, the Iron Hook Demon appeared for the first time. After working with Sherlock to fight him off, they still have more than three hours left for them to gather their companions, follow the Iron Hook Demon to find the killer, and defeat him. All that is needed is Sherlock's wisdom.

This shows that his location is not so easy to find. It may take reasoning on the path of wisdom to find it.

However, Ivus thinks that his brain is also very useful, and he should be able to find it if he has the Iron Hook Demon to lead the way.

The only miscalculation of Ivus was that this enemy had some heads.

The Cursed Master didn't give up after trying to attack the bone eagle once. I'll also send the Iron Hook Demon to try again.

But instead of defeating him this time, the Iron Hook Demon was injured. This shows that the "Bone Eagle" is indeed a very powerful transcendent, and he should be the force in their team. This led directly to the fact that time was almost at the end of the attack on Ehuas.

This should have been a good thing. It means that he only needs to dodge once, run out of time and win.

However, what Ivus wanted was to kill him back.

Even if you can't know who is behind it, you must at least see with your own eyes what this cursed master looks like.

…… Now, then, one can only hope for the "possibility".

He had one more chance to meet the Cursed Master in less than twenty minutes.

It's not teleportation. Because Ivus didn't have the means to curse the curser in turn.

— but a counter-call.

After the Iron Hook completes its quest, it is recalled by the Cursed. It's as if it had been recalled after the failed attack on Lulu.

Suddenly appearing in front of the cursed master can of course be regarded as a kind of "teleportation".

The main thing is to make Ivus like Jack the Ripper, and integrate his mind into the Iron Hook Demon.

This ritual emphasized that you don't necessarily need to survive.

Well, he also happens to be doing an experiment now.

Even if it fails, it is definitely not a loss...... An experiment that cannot be carried out in reality.

How strong can the "shepherding technique" of voluntary sacrifice with one's own whole life be used?

Without the use of any supporting materials and without being strong in itself, can the efficient self-sacrifice be able to withstand the reinforcement of the Iron Hook Demon by Jack the Ripper's serial killing ritual?

In a word......

"Eat in silence, my lamb."

Looking at the Iron Hook Demon with wide-eyed eyes and staring at himself, Ivas whispered, clenching the paper cutter: "I am for the sacrament, and this is for mercy." ”

He didn't have any essential oils that could infuse mana in his hand now, and he didn't have a ceremonial knife of pure silver, but a paper cutter in his hand.

It's like a meal with no spices to flavor it. Decorations are also missing.

But as long as the food is delicious and generous, it will taste good enough.

What's more, it wasn't the arrogant superior demons who enjoyed the meal, but simply the despicable Iron Hook Demon born from the embryonic soul that had been shattered by the Iron Hook.

It is a little devil who broke free from the hatred of being predetermined to die, and became a little devil with hatred and anger in order to disobey the will of "not be born of oneself".

There's nothing arrogant about it.

"Eat the blood from my neck, and drink it like sweet wine—"

Ivus chanted, opening himself like a zipper.

- From left to right, he firmly slit his throat with a paper cutter.

What he cut was an artery above the collarbone.

Eivus's consciousness immediately blurred, and his vision dimmed.

The brain seemed to become clear, as if the flow of time had slowed down.

He clearly felt the feeling of his life being lost quickly. But it is not life that is withdrawn from flesh and bone and submerged into the void...... Instead, the whole soul and the fiery mana poured out and crystallized along with the blood on the neck.

Knock –

“…… He should have committed suicide. ”

As the death knell sounded, Sherlock said in a deep voice.

Lulu nodded sadly.

In the abandoned warehouse, the blank corpse of "Julio" fell straight backwards.

But his blood did not soak the surrounding earth, but spurted out like a fountain in a posture that defied the common sense of physics.

It wasn't even a liquid, but rubies after rubies. Scattered into the air, solidifying into red pearls.

Like a puppy and a kitten in a hurry to eat, the Iron Hook Demon made a muffled sound, and the anger and ferocity on his face were completely gone, leaving only greed and infatuation in its purest form.

One after another, beads of crystal blood flew towards it and landed on it.

The Iron Hook Demon eats greedily.

The frost marks on its body faded at a visible rate, and its physique gradually swelled. It changed from the size of a hound to the size of a human teenager, and then to the size of an adult.

The blood-damp red of its body faded. White and smooth skin is revealed, and only scarlet lines like sutures remain. Even the four arms had grown a little muscle, and the four rusty iron hooks stained with blood were gone.

Its face was hideous and ugly, and its features were completely misplaced on its huge skull. Each of the four arms pointed in different directions.

The size and thickness of the limbs, as well as even the joints and orientations, are completely different. It slumped on the ground, like a fragmented human being painted by an abstract artist.

Its ignorant but hateful eyes became a little clearer, revealing a little incomplete humanity.

And that anger and hatred also precipitate into more condensed grief and hatred.

The blood was quickly licked and drained.

And it whimpered, crouching on the ground, crouching on Ehuas's corpse, and continuing to lick and eat the blood on the neck of Aihuas's corpse.

It licked and licked, and suddenly looked up to the sky and roared. There was a roar like a wolf looking at the moon

Then, as if determined, it began to gnaw on Ivus's corpse.

As Ivus awoke from the chaos, he saw that his body had disappeared from the scarlet ground.

And his perspective at the moment has changed to the Iron Hook Demon.

— or rather, the evolved "Deformed Demon".

It was a demon born from the soul of a person who was born with a deformed limb and was persecuted to death, and had a deep hatred for almost the entire group of "normal people".

This already belongs to the upper demon.

This is an elite with a level of more than forty. It's less than ten levels worse than Shadow Fiend.

While losing the ability to teleport around the cursed, he has a vigorous vitality that is almost immortal, powerful strength and speed, and the ability to temporarily reshape his six deformed limbs at will.

As well as the same low level of intelligence.

Eivas felt very clearly the seemingly endless vitality coming from his body, as well as the surging power like the sea, and his three hearts that pumped strongly.

He now has the confidence that even if his "self" is chopped by a chainsaw and repeatedly crushed by a boulder, he will never die easily.

However, the ecstasy, euphoria, sorrow, and hatred from the "deformed limbs" ...... It is also being passed on in a steady stream, proving that it was not taken away by Ivus and died. Instead, he volunteered to be his partner......

…… with the "bearer".

Carrying the soul of Ivus like a turtle until he finds a chance to be reborn.

"It turns out that after using the shepherding method to feed yourself to the demon completely, will you temporarily become one with the demon?"

He lowered his body, and his two mouths emitted a muffled, moist low voice: "Its 'nutrition' is even enough for the lower demon to directly evolve into the superior demon......"

No wonder the devil follows the "shepherd". For demons who have transcended the path, this is indeed an irresistible temptation.

According to the normal evolutionary route, evolving from the Iron Hook Demon to the Deformed Limb Demon, according to the extreme cultivation method of Jack the Ripper, I am afraid that it will have to be raised for several years.

Ivus originally thought that it would be enough to be able to grow up with ten rituals, but he didn't realize that he still far underestimated the gold content of the shepherding art and the "voluntary sacrifice sacrifice".

It's not Shadow Fiend's greed.

It's that he does smell good......

On the skull, which was completely misaligned, and even had three eyes, each of which looked in different directions. Adapting to this new vision that is different, and slowly becoming familiar with my instinct to use "deformed".

After a long while, he finally heard his "master" call with some urgency.

“…… William? William? Great, got in touch...... Come back if it goes well, good boy! Be careful not to shout too loudly, not to reveal your presence-"

The hideous demon lying on the ground showed a terrifying and terrifying smile.

"Wow-wow-"

He imitated the Iron Hook Demon of the past, and responded with meaningless sounds like a baby crying and a puppy whimpering.

The cursed master on the other side clearly didn't expect it.

"Hey, stop shouting. I'm going to pull you back, don't move......"

Unsuspectingly, he unleashed a counter-summoning spell.

The surrounding space seems to be misplaced and cracked. It's like a feeling of weightlessness and overweight on an elevator, but the "direction source" of that feeling is from the back of oneself.

It's like being suddenly "pulled back" by a huge force, and being dragged far behind.

What suddenly appeared in front of Ivus was a middle-aged man with a brown and black face, wearing a large gemstone ring on ten fingers, and looking to be about fifty years old.

He looked slightly fat, with a round belly and a slightly stiff back. His black curls were oily, and his small eyes were dark and focused, and he couldn't see much of the whites of his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that he was dressed too richly, this face would only be reminiscent of a generous countryman. And even if the things on his body seem to be expensive, he has only become a rich country gentry.

"William, do a ......"

The Curser habitually wants to appease the Hook Demon.

But when he saw the twisted demon that emerged from the ritual array and lay low on the ground like a spider, his face suddenly froze.

Fear froze his countenance, and he couldn't move. Make him look like a dumb-mouthed stone statue.

This is......

- The Cromb Demon?!

How could the race of demons suddenly change?!

Or rather, it...... Is it really William?

Or is there another demon scholar who seized and modified William's contract, and the deformed demon he controlled teleported along the anti-summoning ritual?

But he didn't have time to think about it.

Ivus manipulated the Cripple Demon to pull a twisted and misplaced limb out of his body at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The "right hand", which had been normal-looking, was suddenly elongated at a rapid pace—a claw that was only two centimeters thick, but grew to more than two meters.

Bone-like claws clasped his face, pushing him against the wall and slowly lifting him up.

"Who are you......"

The Cripple Demon made a muffled sound. It was like a voice from a nightmare.

Talking ......?

The cursed man, whose face had been frozen in fear, looked like he was about to cry at the moment.

He tried his best to hold the "right hand" of the deformity demon with both hands, so that he would not have his throat ripped out directly due to his own weight.

Can make the deformant say such clear words......

…… I am, did I meet my seniors?

"Say your name......"

The Cripple Demon asked again.

Its outstretched limbs slowly exerted force, like steel pincers to crush the curser's head.

Under the intense pain, the cursed master couldn't help but let out a scream:

"—Aziz! Aziz bin Abdul – Help me...... Senior, spare me! ”

But the Shaped-Limbs Demon didn't let go.

Instead, he stepped up his strength, feeling the deformed, creaking skull in his "own hand".

"Who do you work for...... "The deformant demon asked in a high-pitched voice.

"—Moriarty! It's Professor James Moriarty! ”

The cursed master named Aziz let out a terrible scream and abandoned his employer without hesitation: "It has nothing to do with me, I just collect money to do things - spare me, senior, my lord, please, it's not me...... Spare me! Help—help—"

Poof—

The deformed limb that the deformed demon stretched out easily exploded the curser's head.

It's as easy as crushing a tomato.

- Even if everything in the ritual was fake, Ivus didn't intend to bypass him.

"It's just a little interest, Aziz. Hope you're not dead. ”

The Cripple Demon muttered a muffled voice, "I remember you......

"I'll find you."

With such important information in place, Ivas felt that he should probably be happy.

I confirmed the upper limit of the "pastoral law" without any cost, and I did everything I had to do before the end of the ceremony...... He should relax and celebrate.

But at the moment he was a little unhappy.

What made Ivus feel bad was that he heard from the cursed master Aziz that he didn't want to hear...... But it's also a long-expected name.

– James Moriarty.