After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

This place is about 500 meters away from the scene where the incident just happened. Considering the physical fitness of the demon leader, this is not even a warm-up exercise.

However, its body hidden under the cloak was trembling due to extreme fatigue, and its legs even went weak, causing it to lose balance and lean against the wall.

(This "submarine" in this awful place is more tiring than I expected. I almost got swept away... Phew, thankfully I've gotten rid of that guy. Next, I'll find a place to hide and wait until this is over before leaving the city.)

His possession ability has not been cracked. As long as he finds an ordinary resident as a host, it is easy to survive the siege without being discovered.

After that, no matter who wins or loses the battle, the city will inevitably fall into chaos. As long as we wait until then and then escape, there will be no -

(--What!?)

boom! ! ! !

A huge bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky, passed through the buildings on both sides, and hit the place where it was leaning with precision and extreme fatality.

The Faceless King was caught off guard.

Although it dodged at the fastest speed and was not hit directly, the explosion caused by the ground hitting it still slammed its body heavily against the wall.

(Hmm, caught up? How is that possible? This—)

Swish! ! !

Before he could fully realize what was happening, the flashing sword shadow came right after him.

This time it was not so lucky. Part of its cloak, along with an arm underneath, was cut off immediately and fell to the ground, turning into a pool of liquid.

"Finally, I finally managed to chop something. It wasn't easy, Mr. Faceless."

Aize's figure appeared behind the sword light.

The smile on his face even made it feel the rare emotion of fear.

(How did you find me?!)

The inorganic voice sounded in Aize's mind again, but it was not as indifferent or sarcastic as before, but it showed a real sense of panic.

This made Aize very proud. He raised his hand and knocked his forehead mockingly:

"How did you find it? Can you use your fluid brain to think about it? I let you escape last time, but this time I caught you and didn't attack you right away. Instead, I chatted with you for a few useless minutes. Don't you find this strange?"

(……I see.)

The Faceless King reacted.

The reason why Aize did not show any desire to attack when he just appeared was to use his sarcastic personality to calm him down first.

During that seemingly meaningless conversation of more than ten seconds, Villian, hiding in the shadows, must have taken the opportunity to cast some tracking spell on it.

That's why we found it so quickly.

From beginning to end, even his own bad tastes were taken into consideration in the plan.

There is indeed a reason why this guy can scare countless demons to death.

Aize fiddled with his sword for a few times, staring at it with wide eyes and asking:

"What do you mean? Still want to run away? If so, please do so. After all, I really want to find out what your abilities are. I wouldn't mind some more supporting evidence. I can also sharpen some sticks to vent my frustration these past two days."

Aize was not afraid that it would run away.

The device Violet had just implanted was a simplified version of the monitoring system she had implanted in Rosalyn. While it couldn't detect as many details, once it locked onto the location, it would never lose its position.

Even if this guy runs to the ends of the earth, Aize will definitely be able to find it - no matter if it is in the territory of humans or demons.

The Faceless Man also understood this.

Its head, hidden under the cloak and without any facial features, shook helplessly:

(No, it seems there's really no way out this time. I admit I lost completely this time. But, Brave Aize, you seem to have forgotten one thing.)

"Oh? What's the matter?"

(Besides being a Faceless Man, I am also, first and foremost, one of the Thirteen Leaders!)

Almost at the same time as the voice in his mind sounded, the cloaked figure began to act.

The remaining arm hidden in the dark suddenly stretched out, spread out its five equally featureless fingers, and swung fiercely towards Aize who was close at hand.

Aize, who had been predicted to do something desperate, immediately dodged to the side, and his arm smashed directly into the wall of a building nearby.

Then it was embedded directly.

With a wave of his hand, like a hot knife cutting butter, a huge hole was torn in the wall in an instant, and the wall collapsed.

"Huh? What kind of power is this? You also know fighting skills? This... no, I see."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw smoke rising from the collapsed pile of body parts, and I could hear a crackling sound as if something was boiling.

It did not achieve this by brute force, but through the corrosiveness of the Faceless Man's liquid body, directly melting anything it touched.

It is absolutely impossible for ordinary faceless men to have such destructive power on buildings.

And it's not over yet.

With a strange sticky sound, the arm that had just been severed turned into liquid, squirming back under its robe and becoming one again.

The severed arm thus grew back.

(Compared to other demons, the Faceless Men are not good at fighting. This is a fact. And my strength is indeed at the bottom among the thirteen leaders.)

The voice of the Faceless King echoed in the space of consciousness. After another strange sound, it reached out and took off the hood of its cloak.

The horrifying, featureless face hidden beneath it was gone, replaced by that of a human female.

The face of the Marquise of Karside, Chris's mother and former ace of the Imperial Guard.

"But even if it's the leader at the bottom, it should be enough to deal with you, a brave warrior who is also at the bottom. Don't you think so, brave Aize~"

Chapter 131 Imperfect Progress

"Brave Aize, don't think you've won yet. You'll have to pay the price for your obstruction and cleverness!"

The Faceless Man's transformed body leaped up swiftly, and his cloak was propped up by the wind pressure at an extremely fast speed, like a huge spread-out wing. Combined with the black sky, it blocked Aize's entire vision almost in an instant.

Below it, its newly recovered arm was rapidly deformed and extended under the faint light, turning into a jagged L-shape, slashing over like a sickle.

It's not difficult to defend or fight back.

But considering the characteristics of his body, even if the opponent chopped him into several pieces while he was in a dominant position, Aize would be directly drenched by his acidic body fluids.

Now that he was not wearing armor for disguise, that would be fatal.

Quickly assessing the battlefield situation in his mind, Aize gripped the sword tightly in his hand. Driven by the consciousness in his brain, the technique implanted in the sword body began to work almost immediately.

boom! ! !

The explosive and violent wind pressure bloomed at a very close distance as the magic power worked, and the falling body of the Faceless Man instantly lost its balance.

Then he took the opportunity to retreat and create some distance.

The Faceless King's slashing blow landed heavily on the ground, missing by only a few centimeters.

Just like the wall just now, a hole was immediately cut in the ground, and the stench and crackling sound caused by high-speed corrosion instantly filled the entire alley.

This made Aize frown:

"Transforming your arms into a mantis-like form isn't surprising, but being able to instantly restore them upon impact, unleashing the Faceless Man's true power? Huh, you're the only Faceless Man in the world capable of this, right?"

(Haha, otherwise, how can he be called the leader? Don’t you think so? A weak and anti-hero ahh ...

The telepathic voice sounded in my mind again.

Different from the simple communication and exchange before, the content projected this time was filled with all kinds of distorted, sharp and extremely harsh "strange screams".

It seemed to be rushing through the consciousness as if it was going to burst the skull, enough to make ordinary people vomit, feel dizzy, or even lose consciousness on the spot.

Even Aize, who possessed the power of a hero, had his vision blurred for a moment and subconsciously held his head.

The second wave of attack took advantage of this momentary gap and attacked.

The figure, which looked extremely huge due to the presence of the cloak, approached again, raised the strange-shaped sickle, and launched a violent and stormy attack on Aize with superb skills that could rival the best swordsmen.

At this moment, Aize was holding the sword that Villian had specially made for him.

Not only is its strength comparable to that of a holy sword, it also has a variety of combat techniques built in, which can be activated at will when held by Aize.

Relying on this characteristic, he just launched wind pressure and shook the opponent away.

It was also thanks to this characteristic that he was able to wrap the sword blade with a layer of magic shield, so that it would not be directly melted by the opponent's body fluids during contact.

But the battle situation itself is still not optimistic.

Aize gradually became tired of resisting and was pushed deeper and deeper into the alley.

Cold sweat began to condense on the corners of his forehead.

"What's this game, huh?"

Aize gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction:

"Even if you possessed the Marquise before and copied her memories completely, theoretically it's impossible to replicate your swordsmanship to this level without training. How did you do it? Have some shame, you pirated copycat!"

The Faceless Man, who had transformed into the appearance of the Marquise, laughed wildly:

"Guess what? Maybe I'm a natural born martial arts prodigy, and I can learn any martial arts or swordsmanship at a glance. That's hard to say, huh? I'm very different from the brave man who can't learn anything."

Aize was stunned for a moment:

"Huh? What are you talking about!?"

"That was when you first arrived in this world. I heard that the so-called God Realm had sent a so-called hero. Out of interest, I visited the Holy City and quietly observed the situation."

The transformed Marquise's facial features were violently distorted by her excitement.

His eyes widened to the point where they almost took up his entire forehead, and his mouth stretched all the way to his ears, dividing his increasingly round face into two halves.

Even the sharp, yellow, ghoulish teeth underneath were exposed.

The originally beautiful and dignified face became extremely terrifying, to the point of being enough to trigger nightmares.

But the voice was the same as usual, calm and full of joking and mocking tone:

"That golden-haired woman, what's her name... Oh, right, Leah, she's definitely a bit ill, and her brain probably isn't very good either. But even so, she taught you swordsmanship, yet you just couldn't learn it. Doesn't that mean that, in at least one aspect, your brain isn't as good as hers? Hmm?"

"You fucking——"

"Oh, right, the funniest thing was that time when you got up in the middle of the night to practice swordsmanship by yourself. You moved too hard and suddenly lost your balance, and you fell straight down the stairs. Not only was your face bruised and swollen, but after you limped to your feet, you broke down and smashed all the tables and chairs around you. Ugh, puff."

The unexpected dark history made Aize's face turn red:

"You...you were there at that time!? No, no no no no no no, no no no, no no no, there was no one else around at that time, and you didn't even transform or possess anyone. How on earth did you know!?"

"Guess? Maybe a church servant who happened to pass by that night saw me, and I happened to be on that servant's body? It's hard to say, right? In any case, your expression at that time was really wonderful... Yes, yes, just like now, I really want everyone else to see it, hahahahaha~ eh hehehehehehehe~"

The big mouth, which was almost completely split open, was laughing exaggeratedly, and the twisted and weird tongue was sticking out and trembling in the air.

It is becoming less and less human.

The increasingly torturous strange noises, in both the real and unreal dimensions, stimulated Aize's nerves at the same time, and tortured his will together with his dark history.

Aize didn't lose his composure because of this.

But the situation on the battlefield was indeed becoming increasingly unfavorable.

The Faceless Men's liquid bodies have extremely poor physical strength and weak magical powers, so even if the Faceless King can imitate the appearance of other leaders, he cannot unleash their combat effectiveness.

Therefore, it wisely chose the Marquise of Karside, whom it had possessed before, as its own basic template for this battle.

Using some unknown means, he not only learned it, but also completely mastered and even replicated her swordsmanship.

He uses a partially deformed sickle to replace the missing sword at hand, and combines it with telepathic interference and the direct threat of corrosive body fluids to fight.

For ordinary heroes, this kind of fancy tricks are meaningless. A light cannon after the holy sword is charged can directly blow it into pieces.

But Aize lacks this decisive means of attack.

The alleys that served as the battlefield were extremely narrow, with almost no room to maneuver.

In this situation, he had to deal with sword skills that far surpassed his own while also dodging the deadly body fluids that splashed out from time to time. The pressure was a bit too great.

So, Aize bit his lips and widened his eyes, pretending to be extremely angry:

"It doesn't matter. If I kill you, no one else will know about that stupid thing. Peeping Tom, die to me!!!"

After parrying again, Aize took a half step back and held the weapon that was bouncing back due to the collision with both hands. Without any hesitation, he used all his strength to chop directly at the opponent.