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As soon as he finished speaking, his head exploded and a bunch of fleshy whiskers danced wildly on his neck.

"Wow, that's really dead."

"This is so fucking disgusting. I don't feel like fighting anymore. Is there any barbarian who has taken over the warlock? Give me the staff if you don't want it."

"I want to slice it up and study it... I don't know how long the master's ability can last."

Many people commented on the young man whose neck was covered with tentacles.

"These guys are really tenacious."

The cultist whose upper body had just been beaten by the young man stood up again staggeringly, and the flesh on his body kept wriggling and multiplying, regenerating rapidly.

"Life force? Are you playing with life force with your boss?" The middle-aged police officer, who had originally had a stern face, sneered nonchalantly, "Stop playing with Su Ya. If you do, we won't wait for you anymore."

The young man with no head suddenly raised his hand, shook it vigorously twice, and then inserted his other hand into his neck and chest. The scene was so bizarre that it could make people vomit out their overnight meals.

The arm covered in minced meat and blood was slowly pulled out, and actually pulled out a ball of flesh covered with whiskers!

Afterwards, his shattered neck began to recover. It was not like the disgusting crazy proliferation of flesh and blood of the cultists. If I had to describe it... it was an extremely fast and natural growth, three times faster than the cultists' recovery!

The young man looked down at the frantically struggling ball of flesh in his hands, a look of curiosity on his face. "Just now, I died before I could react... I don't get to experience headshots very often. I want to do it again."

"It's enough!"

The Guards officer, who had two staffs in his hands and four staffs behind his back, threw a fireball at the young man's whiskers, blasting them apart and burning his hands into charcoal.

The young man slowly turned his head to look at him and said seriously, "Falbo, you should take this opportunity tonight to get rid of mysophobia."

"Mysophobia isn't a bad habit!" the humanoid spell turret spat. "Anyway, I'm going to clean the ground first, so you can do whatever you want!"

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed... that there was actually someone who could manipulate six staffs at the same time to cast spells - although they were all fireballs.

But when the fireball reaches Falbo's level, it is no longer just a simple fireball.

Boom boom boom boom—!

A terrifying bombing raid, no less than that of three bombers dropping bombs simultaneously, erupted in the harbor accompanied by Falbo's wild laughter.

"This fireball idiot...what else is there in his head besides fireballs?"

A guy with a broken leg walked forward, picked up the leg that was blown off, swung it around and smashed it into the pile of rotten flesh on the ground that was beginning to reassemble.

"Falbo."

A faint whisper was heard behind the exhausted Falbo - it was not that he was incapable, but that this body was too weak. If it were him, he would be able to withstand at least five rounds of explosions before falling to the ground.

But he had no time to be proud now. Although the voice behind him was completely different from what he had heard before, there was no way Falbo could mistake the tone.

"Big sister Qingqingqingqingqingdeng!"

"Just because the Lord bears the responsibility for our death doesn't mean we can squander His life at will."

Although he was at Longmen, Qingdeng, who had also chosen to possess a body, stared at him expressionlessly: "Don't let it happen again."

"Yes Yes Yes Yes!"

Falbo nodded quickly. He didn't have the energy to fight such a fierce round anymore anyway.

“They had a lot of fun.”

On the other side, the "elite guards" who were forced to the edge of the dock began to evaluate.

"The main thing is to see the master." The brisk tone was almost identical to Xiao Xiao He's, except that the speaker was a young man.

"Tianxia Buwu... You are worthy of being my lord." The bear-like man looked up at the woman standing in the moonlight in the sky with admiration. "It's a pity that this body is not suitable for me. I can't pay my respects to my lord. I am ashamed."

"Little Yaksha, you're not even as old as me and Rakshasa, don't act like an old grandfather."

The effeminate man who hadn't forgotten to trash-talk in the critical moment twisted his waist, and the charm flowing between his eyebrows and eyes could even make people forget his gender. The great demon named Tamamo raised his little finger: "Are you reminding us that we are old women in disguise~"

"Yaksha wouldn't dare."

"A noisy fox."

The Rakshasa happened to possess a woman, who subconsciously reached out to scratch her face at first, but quickly reacted, looked back at her reflection in the lake, and then disdained to do it.

"Why, you guys aren't planning on going?"

The Ghostly Ghost who possessed Xingxiong frowned: "You are wasting the Master's kindness—Ghostly Ghost, get out of here!"

Xingxiong's expression suddenly changed, and she became unusually angry and yelled, "You think my body is your home?!"

"That's what the master meant." Xingxiong's expression changed again, and he returned to his cold demeanor. "You can't resist that guy's erosion, my incompetent junior sister."

"Bullshit, get out of here!"

"Although I'm not sure if it was to protect the little Xingxiong..." Tamamo touched her chin as she looked at Xingxiong who seemed like he might punch her at any moment, "But I'm sure that Ayue must have arranged this on purpose."

Chen stood there blankly, at a loss as to what to do.

The style of the whole world seems completely different from hers.

On one side were the scourge of nightmare monsters and undead cultists; on the other, the moonlit monarch and his unruly demonic hordes. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, barely enough to describe the ferocity of the battlefield. The cultists wouldn't die, and neither would the demons, unleashing their brutality and fury with unbridled abandon. The battlefield stretched outward from the docks. If everyone within a five-kilometer radius hadn't been cleared beforehand, this would have been a catastrophe.

"Ohhh! Besides splitting and multiplying, these guys can also combine and transform... Damn, they're so ugly!"

"Let me go, let me go, I'm here to kill you—(sound of a neck being twisted)"

Yasha gazed at the battlefield. "It seems this isn't just a simple, mindless body. Well then, old man... I'll go ahead."

"Slow down, slow down." Tamamo, who was using a man's body, performed a woman's enchanting movements. What was even more terrible was that there was not even a sense of disobedience. "I don't want to touch this disgusting thing. Just fight slowly~"

"A useless, trash fox." Luosha glanced at Yumozuo, sneered at her, and immediately rushed into the bloody battle.

Tamamo's eyes twitched twice, she stomped her feet, and floated towards the battlefield.

Gui Minglou wanted to throw Prajna aside with a cold face, but every time he loosened three fingers, Xingxiong would grit his teeth and hold Prajna again. The two of them used the same body to argue with each other like lunatics for a full three minutes.

"...Forget it, the master's order is more important. I'm too lazy to argue with you."

Guiminglou gave up on leaving Prajna behind and walked straight towards the terrible hell.

"and many more!"

Just as she took a step, Xingxiong stopped in her tracks. She clenched her fists tightly and said hurriedly, "Are you going to leave Xiaochen here alone?"

"What does it matter to me whether she's dead or alive?"

Xingxiong's expression turned impatient: "I don't have time to play house with you, Junior Sister, and don't think I really want to use your body. The fat on your front makes me sick."

"Xiao Chen, I..." Xingxiong tried to turn back, "Don't worry, nothing will happen, because -"

"Because she's so useless that no one will care about her. It's time to go, Xingxiong."

At this point, except for Guan Yueli, Meng Yan, and Chen, everyone has been thrown into this huge flesh and blood grinder.

Chen was clearly standing in front of the huge nightmare monster. It could smash Chen to pieces with just a wave of one tentacle, but it didn't.

He only cares about Guan Yueli.

"You...learned my advent and connection."

This time, the nightmare beast did not rely on the cultists' words, but spoke directly through the organs born from its body.

"Because I had foreseen this day coming when I left Agor."

Guan Yueli's tone was filled with arrogance and disdain: "Your pollution has no effect on the Hundred Ghosts."

"Your servant is indeed an extraordinary mortal."

boom--!

The waves of the canal rose into the sky, stretching for hundreds of meters from the dock. The riverbed felt the moonlight for the first time in a long time, and the entire canal... was split into two!

The woman lowered Ming Wang slightly with an expressionless face. The nightmare monster did not want to provoke her, but was just stating a fact in his eyes, but this made Guan Yueli even more angry.

"You still stubbornly place yourself on the same level as mortals." The nightmare monster, despite its hideous and abominable body, spoke calmly. "Your anger seems foolish to me."

The surging river waves filled the gap, and Guan Yueli's face suddenly showed a look of annoyance.

"Talking to you was a mistake. You've completely ruined my good mood these days."

"If you want to end the conversation, then you should fight me."

The word "battle" is so boring in the mouth of the nightmare monster, so boring that it is a little funny.

"You merely imitated my connection, projecting the will of your servants onto these mortals. They lack the abilities of their original bodies, possessing only simple thoughts. They can't even fully adapt to their current bodies. Using them against me is meaningless."

The earth rumbled and trembled, and a huge turtle slammed heavily on the dock, crushing a large number of people to death. Its tentacles, more than 20 meters long, swept across, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"Mortals have no power to intervene in the battle between you and me. It's time to begin, Immortal Ghost."

Guan Yueli, who was floating in the air, suddenly curled his lips:

"Huijie, what do you think?"

Chen, who was curled up in Guan Yueli's arms in a princess-like position, was unable to react.

She should have been crushed to pieces by the monster because she had no time to escape, but the next second she appeared in mid-air, or to be more precise, in Guan Yueli's arms.

"You and I……"

"Don't make trouble."

The woman frowned and pinched her cheek. "I'm asking you a question. Answer me. Do you think the struggle between me and Him is something you can intervene in?"

Chen's gaze shifted downwards. The brutal fighting, the roaring, the wild laughter and cheers below, the extreme madness, the twisted battlefield, were no longer a battle she could experience.

What's more... the struggle between these two ghosts and gods who created this battlefield?

"Are you scared?" Guan Yueli asked.

"I just..." Chen opened his mouth, lowered his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

“I just feel like I’m nothing.”

She did so much detailed analysis, thought about so many possibilities, and spent so much time - it turned out that she was right, but what was the use?

Even if the Guards had really taken her advice and acted cautiously, would the situation tonight have been different?

In the face of this great power that was enough to shake natural disasters, Chen felt nothing but his own insignificance.

Unexpectedly, Guan Yueli burst into laughter when he heard this answer.

"Good, very good! You finally understand this."

Guan Yueli stared down at the girl in his arms: "Compared to your dreams and persistence, your abilities are so weak. Without the power to support your ideals, you will only create tragedy after tragedy."

"Chen Huijie, tonight, will you admit this?"

The sword that cut through the sky and earth when capturing the narrow lion, the two-hundred-meter-long sword drawing, the priest's instructions and tragic scene before his death... scene after scene appeared in front of Chen's eyes.

"……Yes."

She had no resentment or anger, just an unwilling answer.

Just unwilling.

"So, you want to give up?"

Chen raised his head and looked at Guan Yueli. In the moonlight, his crimson eyes were so clear and bright.

Burning with bright flames.

"Answer me, Chen Huijie. Are you going to change your principles, lower your bottom line, and stop your delusions just because you don't have the ability to match your ideals?"

"..."

At this moment, time seemed to become very long.

At that moment when heaven and earth were silent, Chen's mind went blank.

But just in this moment, just in this moment when her brain hadn't reacted yet, she gave the answer.

"……no way!"

"Even if you encounter a dilemma next time that you can handle with your current skills?"

She nodded.

"Even if you continue to insist, you will definitely die?"

She nodded without hesitation.

"Then...even if we have to face that disgusting guy?" Guan Yueli pointed at the monster in the canal.

"Even if it's you..." Chen answered word by word, "It's the same!"