Abnormal Moon

A faint scent of curses wafted into Roy's highly sensitive nostrils, he thought to himself.

At the moment he landed.

An unexpected scene then came into his view.

on the ground.

Weber, who had come down first, was talking with the guards.

"Hello, Magician, we've noticed something amiss over there!"

The guards pointed to the church's backyard, their tone tense.

"They seem to be cyborgs, but I don't know their exact numbers!"

Weber listened intently for a while, and sure enough, strange noises came from the direction of the backyard, like the roar of a monster, interspersed with the sound of bullets being suppressed by silencers.

It must have been the guards who clashed with the cyborgs.

"Let's go over there too—"

Weber lifted his foot and walked towards the backyard of the church.

But at that moment, Iskandar suddenly grabbed him with a cold expression.

"Wait a moment. I only just heard the noise from the back of the church. Why did you notice it first and come here to report it?"

Weber suddenly paused.

Immediately following, his chest began to pound violently.

He quickly took several steps back, looking at the guards in front of him with a wary expression.

"Hey!"

The guards suddenly let out a strange laugh.

In that instant, the guard stomped his foot, and a special force enveloped his legs, propelling him toward Iskandar at a speed far exceeding that of a human, his left hand desperately reaching toward Iskandar's chest.

Iskandar's expression turned cold, and an overwhelming and domineering aura erupted from him, with blue sparks crackling all over his body.

At the same time, a short sword appeared in his hand and swept across his outstretched left hand!

In the blink of an eye, the left hand grew as large as a fan and then collided head-on with Iskandar's short sword.

As the blade tore through, the massive left hand snapped off along the palm lines, the severed hand and five fingers flying off, blood splattering out.

"Ha ha!"

As if stimulated by pain, the guard's facial features contorted instantly.

As he let out a sinister laugh, his seemingly motionless right hand suddenly stretched out like rubber, bypassed Iskandar, and landed on Webber's body.

Chapter 311 Let's cut off one of our arms first.

In that instant, Iskandar's attention was drawn to his suddenly enlarged left hand, which also obscured his vision.

By the time he realized what was happening, the guard's outstretched right hand had already touched Webber.

"Pfft!"

Without hesitation, Iskandar swung his sword down, severing Weber's right hand that had touched him.

"Are you alright, Master?"

"Hmm... seems fine..."

Weber examined his body and said with a tone of surprise and uncertainty.

When that person touched his body, he was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest, but fortunately, Iskandar cut off the right hand in time, and the other party didn't seem to have time to do anything.

He was really careless; he didn't suspect the guard at all.

After all.

Who would have thought there could be a humanoid cursed spirit?

"Hahaha! You're alright? Are you really alright?"

As if he had succeeded, the guard laughed and jumped back a large step, retreating more than ten meters away. In the blink of an eye, his hands returned to their original state.

His hat fell off, revealing a head of long, bushy hair with a dark blue sheen, like that of a long-dead corpse.

His face, neck, and arms were covered with sutures that looked like they had pieced the corpse together. His eyes, separated by the sutures, were blue and yellow. Although he had a human appearance, he gave off a very strange feeling.

"...You were touched by him?"

This is what Roy saw when he landed on the ground.

He stepped forward, looking at Weber with a hint of pity in his eyes.

So what if we run into each other?

When Weber was looked at like that, he suddenly felt uneasy.

"That guy can transform humans into creatures similar to cursed spirits. What do you think the conditions are for using him?"

Roy turned his head and looked at the humanoid cursed spirit opposite him.

Just as he expected.

Sure enough, it was this guy who was causing trouble behind the scenes.

Born from the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, this humanoid Special Grade Jujutsu Spirit is born from various negative emotions such as fear, anger, and hatred towards other humans, and is also the de facto leader of the Jujutsu Spirit faction—the Human.

Roy remembered that this guy's magic could freely modify the human soul, kneading it into the shape he wanted, and the body would also change into the corresponding shape under the soul's pull. This was the origin of modified humans.

There is only one condition for its use, and that is—

"Contact...?"

Weber seemed to have thought of this as well, and his face turned very ugly. He stammered as he finally managed to get his speculation out.

The images of the cyborgs who had died in the previous few days flashed through his mind.

Without exception, they all turned into alien-like creatures, bearing no resemblance to humans whatsoever. Their shapes and forms were completely altered beyond recognition.

That ugly and selfless attitude will reappear in him.

The thought of dying in that form made his stomach churn; fear and nausea surged within him simultaneously, and a torrent of negative emotions threatened to overwhelm him.

Iskandar's face darkened upon hearing these words.

"Hahahaha! So, in the end, I still wanted to modify this gorilla!"

Seeing that they finally realized the seriousness of the matter, the real man seemed to be overjoyed, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"After all, this red-haired gorilla looks very strong, so he could definitely be transformed into a very powerful cyborg, right? Unfortunately, he's too wary, so we can only settle for modifying the weaklings here. What a disappointment, isn't it?"

These words were tantamount to an admission that he was now capable of modifying Weber.

Upon reaching this conclusion, Weber's face turned utterly ashen, and he became as desolate as a withered tree shedding its leaves in the autumn wind.

In other words, he's doomed?

Roy glanced at Webber.

Those whose techniques are altered by real people are almost certainly doomed to die.

The use of the word "almost" seems to offer a glimmer of hope.

But this hope rests entirely on the real person, depending on their personality and mood.

If he were kind-hearted and in a good mood, and did not try to change Weber, he could have survived, spending the rest of his days in constant fear of being changed and killed.

However, if the real person is in a bad mood or has a very cruel personality, then it means they are doomed.

Unfortunately, the real person was the latter.

He is a monster born from negative emotions, born to toy with humans, cruelty is his instinct.

"Spirit of Curse, what do you want?"

Iskandar's face was ashen, like a king whose kingdom had been overthrown before his very eyes. His eyes, filled with suppressed rage, were fixed on the man like radar.

"What do I want?"

The man held up a finger and tapped his chin, as if he had never considered the question before.

"Actually, I just want to kill you all, I don't have any special requirements... No, how about finding some great magicians to do some experiments? I want to learn magic too!"

"If you want magicians, I can find some for you."

Iskandar's expression softened slightly, and he decided to negotiate with him.

"Whether you conduct experiments or learn magic, it's up to you, but you must unlock my Master's abilities!"

As he said this, he sheathed his short sword as if to show his sincerity.

Iskandar was not a benevolent king.

Compared to his subjects and people, a few magicians were certainly insignificant.

He was not opposed to kidnapping rival magicians and handing them over to real people.