Honkai Summoning.

Like a black lightning bolt, as the whistling sound of something tearing through the air rang out, Su Mo's chest had already been pierced by Claude's right hand.

Claude's right hand pierced through Su Mo's chest, gripping the constantly twirling concentric chains. Blood flowed from between his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

However, Su Mo's movements were not affected by this serious injury in the slightest. He only swayed his body slightly and then still reached out his hand to Claude.

With his five fingers spread out, less than five centimeters from Claude's forehead, a large expanse of black energy suddenly surged from behind Su Mo, instantly transforming into a black void that enveloped and completely swallowed Claude.

The love chain retracted and wrapped around Su Mo's wrist again. Looking at the torn gloves on his hands, Su Mo took them off and stuffed them into his pocket.

"No change. It seems the demon's power can't repair this piece of paper." He opened his palm, letting the paper reappear. He could see that the paper was about the same size as before, and it hadn't changed because it had swallowed a demon.

However, the large blank space has been replaced by a black spider with a black and purple butterfly hovering on its back.

Unlike the faint phantom representing the "shadow" ability and the concentric chain pattern that quietly remained in the corner, this black spider appeared extremely restless, constantly crawling as if trying to break free from the constraints of the paper.

Su Mo glanced at it twice and then put the piece of paper away.

Claude is only temporarily trapped inside, and Su Mo has not chosen to actually devour him.

The reason is simple: Su Mo looks down on the abilities of these demons—their immunity to human weapons—and their immortality overlaps with Su Mo's own immortality.

There's no need to waste precious paper space on them.

However, demons are special after all, and it is not an easy thing to use them as a reserve of life force. They must be locked in paper and digested slowly.

At this point, Su Mo could choose to devour one or two abilities that interested him.

For example, Su Mo coveted the ability of demons to come with their own clothes.

Although his shadow-transformation ability can turn clothes and small parts of his body within a ten-centimeter radius into shadows, this consumes a lot of energy and greatly reduces Su Mo's shadow-transformation time.

If one gains the ability to wear clothes that come with a demon, then the clothes become an integral part of the body, much like a chain of interlocking chains. Transforming into a shadow is no different from transforming into one's own body, making it much easier.

In addition, Su Mo was also somewhat interested in Claude's poison that could transform into a butterfly.

However, this poison seems to have some limitations; its potency doesn't appear to be very high. If it only works on ordinary people, then it won't be of much use to Su Mo.

Having swallowed Claude, this unexpected big fish, Su Mo didn't linger and left Aldrich's hiding place directly.

A few minutes later, the sheriff quickly surrounded the house and began to approach it.

The battle between the two seemed to last a long time, but in reality, from the sound of the explosion to Claude being devoured by Su Mo, the whole process only took a few minutes.

The fact that the capital's security officers were able to arrive in such a short time is quite impressive, especially considering that their superior had been killed by Su Mo and a new head of the security department had not yet been appointed.

Su Mo's movement speed was significantly faster than Hilda's. When he approached the Worbus Manor, he saw Hilda's figure appear at the iron gate outside the manor. Using the dim light, she tried to open the small door next to it to go inside.

The area around Worbus Estate remained as quiet as when Tranton and his group had just returned.

Although Tranton had been living in the manor for some time, the capital had been experiencing a series of major events, causing widespread panic. Rumors even circulated that the young master of the Worbus family had actually died and that his ghost was the one living there.

There are also strange rumors that the ghosts of Worbs Manor have been released.

They couldn't be bothered to pay attention to such rumors.

In fact, allowing the rumors about the Worbus family to spread and keeping the surrounding area "uninhabited" was actually advantageous for Su Mo's actions.

At least, you don't need to deliberately avoid the gaze of those around you when entering or leaving the manor.

With a creak, Hilda opened the small door.

However, before Hilda could even step into the manor, a black figure suddenly darted out from the shadows at the end of the street not far away and pounced on Hilda at an extremely fast speed.

Su Mo didn't stop, instantly pulled out a pistol from his waist, and pulled the trigger.

Gunshots echoed through the silent night sky.

At a distance of about 100 meters, Su Mo's accuracy was astonishing, sending all the remaining bullets into the body of the dark figure.

As you can see, fresh blood has already dripped onto the ground.

However, the bullets did nothing to stop the dark figure. On the contrary, seemingly stimulated by the pain of being shot, the dark figure let out an angry roar and charged even faster.

The dark figure sped up and instantly closed in on Hilda.

Hilda noticed the situation, but her reaction and speed were far inferior to the speed of the dark figure. She could only take a step back and retreat into the manor.

The dark figure stretched out a hand and reached straight for Hilda's head.

Those thick arms were almost as big as Arnold's, only they were a strange grayish-black color, which was quite deceptive in the dark and difficult to spot when hidden in the shadows.

Faced with the enormous hand reaching for her head, Hilda could only try to lean backward, hoping to avoid the terrifying hand.

However, if we look at this in slow motion, the speed of the hand was clearly greater than the speed at which Hilda fell.

"Humph!"

Just as her hand was about to touch Hilda's cheek, a cold snort rang out from behind her, and a fist came flying from behind, slamming directly into the gray-black arm.

A crisp cracking sound followed, and the arm bent into a rather bizarre arc.

"I could smell your stench from a hundred meters away." Arno walked out of the small gate of the manor and looked at the tall man in front of him, who was almost the same height as him, and said sarcastically.

"Smell?"

The one who spoke was not the man, but Su Mo who had arrived. He stood behind the man, observing him with great interest.

The man was wearing a tight-fitting pure gray-black outfit that covered his head, leaving only two holes to expose his eyes.

As for why he was wrapped up so tightly, with not a single inch of skin showing, Su Mo could still tell that he was a man because the man's strong muscles were in no way inferior to Arno's.

Could such a person be a woman?

This person looks like one of those weirdos in tight-fitting suits—either a superhero or a super pervert.

This man clearly lost to the latter.

“Yes, it stinks, can’t you smell it…wait, why do you suddenly smell like someone of your kind?” Arno said.

"Oh, he was just hiding it before." Su Mo shrugged, changing the subject. "This guy, he's not a demon, is he?"

“Of course not.” A dangerous glint flashed in Arno’s eyes.

"Not a demon? Such powerful regenerative abilities... It seems this world isn't as weak as I imagined," Su Mo thought to himself, looking at the man. His wounds were beginning to heal, and his arm, which Arno had smashed off with a punch, was returning to normal amidst a painful-sounding crack.

However, Arno didn't give the man much of a chance to recover. He took a step forward, his body tensed like a bow, raised one hand high, clenched his fist, and slammed it down on the man in front of him.

With his escape route completely blocked by Su Mo, the man had no way to dodge. He let out a beast-like roar and used his other intact hand to meet the attack.

Then came another sound of bones cracking.

Blood seeped through his clothes, and his forearm was completely mangled, with white broken bone piercing through the fabric and exposed.

However, such terrible injuries did not deter the man; instead, he slumped down and crashed into Arno.

The impact sent Arnold flying a full ten meters, demonstrating the immense force of the impact.

After knocking Arnold away, the man continued to charge forward, clearly understanding the principle of "strike while the iron is hot" and wanting to take advantage of Arnold's loss of balance to finish him off.

However, he forgot that he wasn't facing only Arnold as an enemy.

He had only taken two steps when the man leaned forward and knelt on the ground, his head rolling to the floor.

"This is?"

The love lock was retrieved and transformed into thin threads, leaving Su Mo stunned.

Even though his head was cut off, this guy didn't die.

On the contrary, strange fleshy growths emerged from the broken surface, writhing like venomous snakes and lunging directly at Su Mo.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Angel's Embryo

Su Mo quickly retreated, avoiding the fleshy growths, not because they were too powerful, but because they were simply too disgusting.

Su Mo is not a germaphobe, but if she can avoid it, she naturally doesn't want to have any contact with such things.

The fleshy bud danced in mid-air, gradually forming the shape of a huge head, replacing the original head.

And that person, who had started walking upright, has now become a monster crawling on all fours, in a way that completely violates the shape of human joints.

Because Su Mo had severed its head, the monster did not roar like before. Instead, it moved swiftly and pounced on Su Mo.

The two arms that Arnold had just blasted off had already returned to normal when the granulation tissue appeared.

Seeing the monster rushing towards him, Su Mo stood still, frowning as he stared at it, seemingly trying to figure out what it was.

Just as the monster lunged at Su Mo in mid-air, its two claws reaching for Su Mo's head, Arno appeared above him and slammed down hard.

Cracks appeared on the ground as Arno stomped heavily on the monster.

Su Mo waved his right hand, and the concentric chains wrapped around it transformed into incredibly sharp threads, tearing apart the monster's limbs and instantly rendering it immobile.

This time, what appeared at the cut was not fleshy growth—to be precise, nothing appeared at all, not even blood gushed out.

The wound had a rather eerie color, like a corpse that had been dead for some time.

"boom!"

With a series of sounds, pebbles flew everywhere, grazing past Su Mo's cheek.

Arno punched the monster's bizarre head, which was made up of worm-like fleshy buds. The head turned into a bloody pulp under Arno's fist, leaving a large hole in the ground.

The monster's writhing and struggling body gradually stopped moving.

A moment later, the monster completely stopped moving, and unsurprisingly, it was truly dead.

"What is this?" Su Mo asked.

Arno didn't answer Su Mo's question immediately. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the body that had completely lost its human form, and tore off the bodysuit.

As you can see, embedded in the chest of this body is something the size of an egg, emitting an extremely faint light that is gradually dimming.

"Angel's Embryo, it really is this evil thing."

Arno looked at the thing with obvious disgust on his face and threw the body to the ground.

Su Mo squatted down, reached out and grabbed the thing that was half exposed and looked like an egg.

The object still felt slightly warm to the touch, but that warmth was fading rapidly, soon turning it as cold as stone. I touched it, and it dented slightly, surprisingly being quite soft.

"Huh?" Arno, standing next to Su Mo, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when he saw Su Mo actually touch the thing called the Angel Embryo.

"What's wrong?" Su Mo asked.

"Are you... really a demon?" Arno looked at Su Mo with a strange expression.