People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 162 Explosion

"He offered countless desperate souls to the great Leviathan, and in exchange, we only sent down a pittance of help —"

As he listened to Nailhead's description, Suren's eyes darkened slightly.

He recalled the upper levels, the solitary confinement cells, and the people bound tightly to chairs and forced to watch gory videos.

He scoffed, "Your so-called help is just using that method to select suitable humans?"

"Only those who have endured mental torture without breaking down are qualified to be sent to this lowest level to enjoy your superior services?"

"Human beings are in a state of spiritual chaos; joy, love, and sorrow are like bubbles floating on water, which can burst at any moment."

The nail head slowly walked around the central mechanical brain device, eventually stopping in front of a glass chamber.

"Only pain is eternal and real. We are not torturing them; we are just helping them purify their souls."

"Then who is this apostle you're talking about?"

Seeing that it was starting to spout nonsense again, Suren changed the subject.

Nailhead was about to speak, but said nothing. After a moment's pause, it stared intently at Suren: "Your soul power is filled with arrogance—"

Just then, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped.

"call"

A cold wind swept in from behind Suren.

But he was prepared and turned around abruptly, blocking the attack.

"clang!"

The sound of the impact echoed underground, and Suren took a few steps back.

In the instant the two separated, he slashed out with his sword, the sharp blade flashing as it slashed vertically towards the dark figure.

"Bang!"

The blade flashed across Valrid's body, but it was like cleaving water. The black shadow was split in two by the blade, then instantly reformed, drifted forward, and disappeared once more.

The blade continued its relentless advance, striking the wall behind them and leaving a mark.

Suren frowned as he watched Valrid disappear again in mid-air.

This thing defies all logic; it has no physical form, is not an energy body, and even magic cannot affect it.

Physical attacks and magical strikes cannot cause it any real damage.

If that's the case, how did Nailhead manage to control this thing?

Suren's gaze swept quickly across the entire area, finally settling on the human brain device in the center.

Valrid is a product of this machine forcibly extracting and condensing negative human emotions.

It has no physical form, but it certainly needs a vessel to maintain its existence.

He looked at Nailhead and the others, who, from the moment they appeared, had been intentionally or unintentionally moving closer to a glass enclosure.

Now, they've surrounded it.

Inside that cabin lay the only surviving man.

"To indirectly manipulate it by controlling human consciousness?"

Suren's thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning.

For a monk, controlling a human being driven to a mental breakdown by torture is far simpler than controlling something so ethereal.

Moreover, the other party's positioning also gave off a feeling of trying too hard to hide something.

Whether it's a trap or bait.

He never dwells on these things; he just cuts it down first and thinks about the consequences later.

Kill the people inside first. Even if we can't eliminate Valrid, we can at least break the head's control over it.

Having identified his target, Suren sprang into action, drawing his sword and charging towards the direction where Nailhead was located.

Faced with Suren's attack, Nailhead remained expressionless, quickly fiddling with and turning the magic box in his hand.

"Splash—"

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Dozens of iron chains blocked Suren's path.

At the same time, Valrid, who had been hiding in mid-air, reappeared and pounced on Suren.

Sensing the attack from the side, Suren did not stop moving, nor did she intend to defend herself.

His eyes were icy cold as he suddenly drew his sword.

"Swish"

Countless blades of light traversed space, surrounding the nail head.

Nailhead never expected that Suren would use this trick.

In its observation, this human hunter only knew how to charge recklessly with brute force. Even when facing a large group of monsters, he only used a pair of swords to clear the area when he was forced to do so.

Caught off guard, it made no reaction or defensive move, allowing the sharp blades to slice across its body.

The tight leather jacket was ripped open, revealing deep wounds that exposed bone, from which blood flowed.

However, instead of feeling pain, the man with the nail head squinted his eyes, seemingly enjoying the torment.

For it, this kind of pain only brings pleasure to its body and mind.

"A pointless struggle."

Nailhead grinned, looking utterly smug. "Even if you kill this body of mine a million times, countless versions of me will still emerge from the depths of the labyrinth."

But while it was indulging in painful pleasure, it was completely unaware of the commotion behind it.

The Dimensional Slash not only struck its body.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the glass chamber shattered instantly, and the nutrient solution spilled out.

The man immersed in it was cut into pieces without uttering a sound.

"Bang!"

Just as Suren completed his slash, Valrid's attack arrived.

It slammed into Suren, sending him flying.

Suren forced a turn in mid-air, rolled once, knelt on one knee, and slid for several meters before regaining his balance.

He raised his head and looked at the man in the distance, covered in knife wounds and blood, who was still enjoying himself with his eyes closed. His lips twitched slightly.

"Top-tier M-type physique."

"Gahhhhh!"

At this moment, Valrid, who was hidden in mid-air, suddenly let out a shriek because of the death of his main body.

Its originally blurry and uncertain phantom finally appeared in mid-air.

Only then did Suren get a clear look at its appearance.

Its upper body was covered by a cloak made of an unknown substance.

Beneath the cloak was a human skeleton, without a lower body, with only a spine hanging in mid-air, swaying back and forth with its movements.

This appearance is completely different from the dark figure that attacked Suren earlier.

Previously, Valrid had no specific shape; it could gather and disperse at will, and only when it launched an attack would a fleeting afterimage appear.

Suren looked at it, lost in thought.

Because the original body died, the subconscious remnants of that human fed back into this thing, resulting in this inhuman and ghostly skeleton.

Freed from his physical restraints, Valrid began to become manic.

Its predecessor was a mentally ill patient who had suffered greatly. After its body was destroyed, it was no longer restrained and completely lost control.

A violent storm raged across the area, and Valrid began to indiscriminately attack any living thing it saw.

With a flick of its body, its shadow hurtled towards Suren.

Even though Suleng blocked it, he was still forced to retreat by the brute force.

After defeating Suren, Valrid did not pursue him, but instead charged around like a madman.

After venting its anger, it suddenly saw the nail head standing in front of the human brain device.

At this moment, Nailhead looked horribly gruesome; his clothes were torn to shreds, and he was covered in blood.

Faced with Valrid's hostile gaze, Nailhead tried to regain control.

But there was no response.

Only then did it realize that the glass capsule behind it had shattered, and the human body inside had been turned into pieces of flesh.

Only then did a look of astonishment appear on Nailhead's face.

"Defective products that have lost their order —"

It held the magic box and began to spin it. "It seems I need to personally purify this chaotic mess of your emotions."

But Walrid gave it absolutely no chance.

In its chaotic subconscious, it is this monster with a nail stuck in its head that is the culprit that torments it day after day, turning it into this grotesque creature.

His resentment materialized, and Valrid let out a roar as he lunged at the nail head on the ground.

Nailhead spun the magic box in his hand rapidly, and several chains flew out, attempting to restrain Valrid, but they did not cause any hindrance.

Its movements suddenly froze, and its entire body flew into the air. Its hands and feet were twisted into pretzels by an invisible force and then broke off.

Then, the nails that were originally embedded in its head were slapped into the depths of its brain, as if it had been slapped.

Suren, who was watching the battle from a distance, felt a slight twitch in his eyelids and a faint throbbing in his scalp as he witnessed this brutal scene.

However, watching all the nails of varying lengths being pressed in, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

This is a godsend for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder!

With his brain severely damaged, a look of pain finally appeared on Nailhead's face, a face that usually enjoyed pain.

Valrid didn't seem to have tormented the other person enough.

It let out a roar and, gripping the nail head, rammed it directly into the enormous human brain device.

"Click"

The bulletproof glass cover shattered.

A suppressed energy rapidly expanded deep within the core of the device, illuminating the entire underground space with a blue light.

Suren, who was still waiting to reap the benefits, suddenly changed his expression when he sensed this energy.

Without the slightest hesitation, he instantly donned a purplish-black armor and sped towards the entrance.

Along the way, they also managed to scoop up the unconscious Ida.

"boom"

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