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"Join us... Embrace your true nature. Tear apart the shackles that bind you. The abyss will grant you unparalleled power and eternal freedom. You are one of us!"

The Eye Demon's whispered thoughts slithered into the three men's minds like venomous snakes, stirring up irresistible doubts and frantically provoking the resonance of their demonic bloodlines.

The Eye Demon is a rather special demon in the Abyss, and a rather well-known one at that.

The manifestation of chaos in them is the ability in their eyes.

Among demons, most are insane, extreme, or even mad, and the eye membrane is one of the few that is an absolute spellcasting unit.

It is the existence that will learn to build knowledge.

Therefore, in the demon army, beholders are usually commanders.

He easily discerned the demonic bloodline within these demon hunters and readily perceived their rejection and suppression of it.

Several eyes emitted a faint glow, which, combined with his spiritual voice, tempted people to fall into depravity.

Claw felt his blood boiling like magma, and the runes on his claws began to heat up slightly. A voice filled with a violent and bloodthirsty desire roared wildly in his heart.

He possesses the strongest demonic bloodline, and the origin of that bloodline is inherently insane.

He was the one most affected.

Therefore, in addition to the headband, he also has additional runes for suppression.

They also became the main targets of the eye demon's influence.

"Shut up, you disgusting eyeballs!"

The nightingale's sharp cry resounded in the mental spectrum, accompanied by the high-frequency hum unique to the "Messenger of Tranquility".

Several bullets, wreathed in holy silver flames and anti-magic runes, tore through the air and accurately struck several of the beholder's key secondary eyes, which were either blessing demons at the front lines or interfering with mages.

A secondary eye, shimmering with a purplish-black halo, was blasted apart in mid-air, splattering pus everywhere.

The other secondary eyes were also forced to interrupt their spellcasting to dodge or defend.

"What a despicable existence, the Night's Watch's alchemical weapon."

This damage was minor for the Eye Demon, but it did hurt him.

At the same time, a nearly transparent shadow, like flowing water, swiftly moved between the rock pillars and the demon's projection, silently approaching the beholder's true form.

Just as he was dozing off, the shadowy dagger in his hand began to gather an ominous darkness.

A hint of annoyance flashed in the Eye Demon's main eye, while more of its secondary eyes turned toward the Nightingale and the shadows it sensed.

However, the Shadow, Claw, and Rock, despite its mental allure and the harassment of its secondary eye, plunged like three poisoned daggers into the area within fifty meters of it.

The arrogance of the legendary Beholder was torn open with a fatal rift by the Witcher's fearless advance and exquisite teamwork.

"You are truly overestimating yourselves!"

The final collision is imminent.

The Shadowblade hummed with thirst, the Claws were poised to strike in the shadows, and the Heavy Spear of Rock was locked onto the massive, abominable core of the Demon Eye…

Fifty meters!
This distance was almost instantaneous for the three members of the Shadow Squad.

A genuine look of surprise finally crossed the Eye Demon's enormous main eye. It had clearly underestimated the explosive power and perfect teamwork of these "little bugs" amplified by the Abyss Battlefield.

He had a habit of underestimating the demonic bloodline within the other party.

Because he possessed demonic blood in the abyss, he faced his targeted corrupting influence.

It's hard to avoid problems.

Like a rock charging forward, it is like a battering ram.

He roared, ignoring the scorch marks left by a scorching ray on his heavy armor, and aimed the muzzle of the "Demon Hunter-II" at the structure below the main body of the Eye Demon and fired fiercely.

The specially designed anti-magic warhead exploded with shockwaves that combined purification and physical destruction, though it failed to penetrate the legendary-tier shield.

However, the violent tremors caused the Eye Demon's massive body to shake violently, its levitation height to drop sharply, and several of its eye stalks to twitch and twitch involuntarily, disrupting the spellcasting rhythm.

Their shadows followed them closely, their target was clear.

In the instant the Eye Demon lost its balance, Shadow's figure seemed to merge into the chaotic light and shadow created by the Rock Gunfire, its eerie green eyes locking onto the relatively fragile "nerve nodes" below the Eye Demon's main eye that connect to several key eye stalks.

The tracking dagger in his hand pierced out silently, the "Order Burning" rune on the blade shining brightly, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through space.

Claw's deadly attack came from the shadows. Almost simultaneously with the shadow, Claw's figure burst forth from the huge shadow cast by the boulder, which was violently shaking due to the artillery fire.

The talents granted by the Shadow Fiend bloodline are brought to their fullest potential in the Abyss environment.

His claws were no longer simple cuts, but rather carried a soul-ripping shriek, aimed directly at the secondary eye roots that were gathering powerful spells.

The drowsy whisper ended in the shadows, and no one noticed that the drowsiness had silently "flowed" into the deepest part of the shadow cast by the giant body of the Eye Demon on the ground.

Just as the claws shot out and drew some of the Eye Demon's attention, the shadow dagger in his hand silently traced a path too subtle for the naked eye to detect, precisely piercing the core rune connection point that the Eye Demon used to maintain its all-around energy shield.

That is not a physical location, but a weak mapping of its energy field onto the shadow plane.

"Pfft!" "Crack!" "Sizzle—!"

Three distinct yet equally deadly tearing sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The Shadow's short blade pierced deep into the nerve bundle node, and the flames of order instantly spread along the energy channel. The three thick, purplish-black key eye stalks stiffened and shrank as if their tendons had been pulled out, and were then severed by the Shadow with a tooth-grinding snapping sound.

Thick, foul-smelling pus and blood splattered.

The claws, like a hot knife through butter, precisely tore open two secondary eye sockets that were radiating intense petrifying light and one that shimmered with bewitching energy.

The severed secondary eye burst open like a pustule that had been stepped on, and the chaotic energy it contained spilled out uncontrollably.

The blow from the shadow plane was even more fatal. The translucent energy shield on the Eye Demon's body trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on it like a shattered glass mirror, causing its light to dim rapidly.

Although the shield was not completely destroyed, its strength and stability plummeted instantly.

"His-!!!"

The Eye Demon let out a shriek that was twisted with pain and turned into madness, which exploded directly in the depths of everyone's soul.

This shriek was no longer a seductive whisper, but a pure, excruciating pain and rage.

Its enormous main eye was instantly filled with a violent crimson light, the central vortex spinning like a runaway nebula. Filthy energy and pus spurted from the severed eye socket.

"Watch out!" Rock's warning had barely left his lips.

The fear of impending death and extreme rage unleashed a terrifying counterattack from the Eye Demon.

Its remaining, intact secondary eye no longer held back, and it frantically spewed out all sorts of destructive spells.

A pale white, petrifying beam shot towards the nearest figure like a venomous snake.

With a perfect dodge, the light grazed his left gauntlet.

The sturdy metal arm guard instantly cracked with a piercing sound, disintegrating and revealing the skin of the arm below, which turned grayish-white and stiffened at a visible speed, losing all sensation.

The intense pain caused Shadow to groan, and his movements inevitably slowed down.

At the same time, several chaotic energy shocks, acid spits, and scorching rays rained down indiscriminately on the area where the Shadow Squad was located.

Without the full protection of the shield, attacks become more threatening.

Rock roared and used its body to shield the injured Shadow from the side. The heavy armor groaned under the intense bombardment, cracks spreading.

Nightingale's cover fire was repeatedly interrupted by several precise interference rays, and she herself was also thrown away by an energy shockwave, crashing heavily into a rock pillar and spitting out blood.

Dozing was forcibly jolted out of the shadow plane by a wide-range mental blast, his face turned pale, and fine blood seeped from his seven orifices.

"You lowly scum! You filthy lackeys of the order!"

The Eye Demon's main eye was fixed on the claws, which were almost rendered powerless, and its mental roar was filled with vicious curses and extreme contempt.

This roar was no longer a temptation, but a direct humiliation and shock to their very bloodline, an attempt to ignite the last spark of chaos within them.

"You think you can change anything by hurting the great Malzahar? You have the gifts of the abyss flowing through you, yet you use them to tear your master apart!"

"This is the greatest blasphemy! Feel the true rage of your blood! Tear apart those ridiculous shackles! You are destined to return to the embrace of chaos and become the most lowly worms of the abyss!"

This roar, brimming with malice and the will of the abyss, struck like a heavy hammer against Claw's already crumbling mental defenses.

The light from the tranquility stone ring flickered wildly, emitting a buzzing sound as if it were on the verge of breaking.

The Shadow Demon bloodline within him surged wildly, like a flame doused with hot oil.

"Uhhhhhh-!"

The claws let out a beast-like roar, and could no longer hold onto the claw blades, letting them fall to the ground.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his body convulsing and contorting violently.

Large patches of dark purple scales emerged beneath his skin; his nails grew wildly, turning black and sharp, piercing through his gloves; and his amber vertical pupils were almost completely submerged in a violent crimson.

A chaotic and powerful aura of darkness rose from his body, even faintly attracting the abyssal energy around him—as if the abyss itself was watching and anticipating the complete fall of this "lost lamb".

"Claws!" Nightingale struggled to get up, but was forced back by a precisely aimed shot of acid.

The rock tried to rush through despite the attacks, but was blocked by even more spells.

Dozing tried to blend back into the shadows, but was locked in by a mental shock from the Eye Demon Master, causing a splitting headache.

Shadow watched his teammate struggle in pain, the cold, stiff feeling from the petrification spreading from his arms, but the rage in his heart burned hotter than the flames of the abyss.

Memories surged like a tidal wave over Claw's already crumbling consciousness:
The sky over Yongyuan Township is perpetually gray, and the air is thick with an atmosphere of decay and despair.

Grandpa's furrowed brow under the dim oil lamp, and Father's tired and self-reproachful eyes after each beastly transformation.

There was also a little sister huddled in a corner, terrified that she would turn into a monster at any moment... that suffocating feeling of being dominated by the cursed bloodline was like a nightmare that could never be escaped.

Then, the light of the Night's Watch dispelled the gloom.

The bright streets of the city surrounding the tower, the warm, sweet aroma wafting from the bakery, the familiar metallic and oily scents of the weapon shop, the smiling faces of companions teasing and encouraging each other…

After the first successful purification of the cult members, the rescued child timidly offered a wildflower, and uttered a tearful "Thank you, big brother"...

In the strategic meeting room, the head of the Stewart Tower, with pride and expectation, spoke of "the sharp blade of Eternal Abyss"...

The Night's Watchman's oath echoed deep within my soul...

"Do not--!!!"

The soul of Claws cried out silently amidst the whispers of the abyss and warm memories.

He couldn't accept it!
He couldn't accept becoming the kind of monster he had hunted countless times, a monster who only knew destruction and madness!

Unacceptable to those who extend their claws to the rock behind us: Nightingale, Sleep, and Shadow!
The Night's Watchman who could not accept the betrayal that gave him new life and glory!

He is fighting for the world!

Before his body completely lost control, before his consciousness was completely swallowed by the abyss, he made a decision with the last shred of clarity he had left.

That right hand, which had completely transformed into a sharp demonic claw, no longer clutched its head with resolute grief and indignation. Instead, it suddenly reversed, and the claw tip, gleaming with cold light, fiercely and resolutely stabbed towards its own heart!
Whether it means mutual destruction or personal suicide, we will never leave a fallen Witcher in the Abyss!
On the edge of the battlefield, behind a distorted space, Kana's alchemical doll clone and Apis stood silently.

“Amazing willpower.”

Apis's cool voice carried a hint of barely perceptible approval.

"The gaze of the abyss's will has shifted slightly in this direction. Under such intense temptation and impact, it is able to choose self-destruction as a form of resistance before utterly succumbing... This adherence to 'self' transcends the shackles of bloodline."

In the eyes of Kana's alchemical doll, the golden data stream representing will flowed slightly, and he nodded slightly.

"Under extreme abyssal pollution and mental manipulation, he has demonstrated a soul resilience and tendency toward order above the critical threshold. He is a rare and promising talent."

Just as the demonic claws of the razor were about to pierce his chest, Kana raised his finger, made of precision metal, and lightly tapped it from a distance.

The silver-gray headband on Claw's forehead, inlaid with a milky-white "tranquility stone," suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling silver light.

This light is not holy, but rather composed of countless tiny, intricate, flowing runes and data chains.

They are no longer simple mental barriers, but have transformed into a dense, silvery "data membrane" that instantly envelops the shattered core of the soul.

The whispers of the abyss, the curses of the bewitching demons, the roars of the bloodline… all the chaotic impacts still linger, like raging waves crashing against the shore.

But this tough "data membrane" firmly protects the core of the soul's will within, like creating an absolutely rational haven in the eye of a storm.

The claws aimed at the heart stopped abruptly before touching the skin, as if they had hit an invisible barrier.

Although the crimson madness in his eyes had not faded, the impulse to utterly sink into depravity and self-destruction was forcibly isolated and suppressed by this membrane.

He stood frozen in place, his body trembling violently from the intense conflict between the two forces within him, yet he was unable to complete the self-destructive act. (End of Chapter)