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Seeing the poisonous miasma descending from the sky, Jesta laughed instead of getting angry:

"Hehe... What a disobedient and beautiful little dog."

Crimson flames rose around him.

The magic of fusion of wind and fire was rapidly constructed at his fingertips. He planned to create a blood-fire tornado to burn Ayanokouji Kiyotaka to ashes, and then enjoy the pleasure of loving and killing his servant.

However, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji only bent his fingers.

"Zero, zero one, get started."

"clear."

A mixed sound rang out.

The parasite on his right arm fused with the venom, piercing through the skin of Jesta, who was bound by them, and entering his body through the meridians!

"laugh--!"

"What......?!"

Jesta's maniacal laughter froze.

Immediately following, under the influence of the Qi cultivated through multiple layers of buffs within Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's body.

Jesta's magic circuits were interrupted, disrupting the magic circulation. The blood flame tornado that was about to take shape naturally dissipated instantly, like a machine whose power had been cut off.

But that's not the most fatal thing.

Under the precise perception of the Parasite Zero's Qi, the Venom tentacles rapidly traversed Jesta's body, accurately finding the red concept cores hidden in various locations within him!

"Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Four consecutive sounds of crystal breaking rang out.

"Your body—Pfft!"

Jesta coughed up a mouthful of black blood, his bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief.

The opponent not only forcibly interrupted his magic circuits, but also destroyed four of the remaining five concept cores in his body!?

While Jesta was being instantly killed, the Madman's Poisonous Mist was already closing in on everyone.

"Tch... Never mind, Koenji!"

Long Yuanxiang complained, but then still activated [Seanwistan].

With the activation of bullet time, time became viscous in his senses.

Before the poisonous miasma landed, he had already transformed into a blur, leading all the surviving police officers, except for the agent Hansa, out of the gas's range.

At the same time.

"Hehe...Leave it to me, Dragon Garden Boy."

Koenji flicked his blonde hair, and his body instantly transformed into an elemental form.

With the power of the Hogyoku, the Rumble-Rumble Fruit's power was unleashed to its peak.

"Boom—!"

Several violent bolts of lightning struck from the sky, and the intense heat and electric field instantly purified the highly toxic gas that the maddening spirit had spread.

Immediately afterwards, Koenji raised his hand and pointed a finger at Kyoshinoko in mid-air.

"Sorry, Assassin Girl."

"One Hundred Million Volts - Divine Judgment".

A dazzling bolt of lightning pierced through Kyoshinko's body!

"Ughhhhhh—"

Even a Servant, without specializing in magic, would be overloaded by taking a 100 million volt lightning strike, let alone Jesta, who is currently struggling to survive.

Kyoko, her body smoldering, collapsed into a deep sleep and fell into the ruins like a shooting star.

Hansa Serbandis, the agent of the Holy Church, who was standing to the side, watched the entire battle and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Using lightning... Has some great hero from mythology descended upon us?"

Hansa stroked his chin, muttering to himself in confusion:

"But I couldn't sense any trace of magic at all. Could it be natural lightning? Or a modern-day heroic spirit?"

Standing to the side, Katsuragi Kohei caught Hansa's gaze.

He reached up and touched his signature bald head, calmly explaining casually:

"Don't misunderstand, just like Kanzaki told you earlier, we are all just ordinary human beings."

"An ordinary...human?"

Hansa twitched his lips, his eyes looking as if he were looking at some rare animal.

"Would ordinary humans be like you, either unleashing a hundred million volts of lightning, transforming their bodies into mechanical monsters, or growing tentacles on their hands to devour the Dead Apostles?"

“To be honest…” the priest sighed, “if I hadn’t been able to smell that nauseating stench of the Dead Apostles on you, I would have almost mistaken you for heretics.”