I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

It's actually true!

Ivan lowered his eyes and looked at him.

"You're just going to die."

The voice was so calm it had no warmth whatsoever.

quack!

The large brass hand gently retracted.

His cervical spine shattered instantly, and blood gushed from Thomson's mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, splattering onto the collar of his dark blue suit.

"Shoot! Shoot him dead!"

Dennis, standing some distance away, was completely terrified.

He yelled hoarsely at his three accomplices who were still holding guns, while he himself sprinted toward the factory gate.

Ivan didn't want the battlefield to escalate.

His figure vanished into a blur.

*Splat.* *Splat.* *Splat.*

Three muffled thuds echoed together in the moonlight.

Three headless corpses lay limply on the ground.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the factory, Dennis had already run to the half-open iron gate.

Through the crack in the door, a sliver of orange light from the street corner gas lamp leaked in and fell on the tips of his shoes.

"I escaped!"

He gritted his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes.

"The light is right before our eyes..."

Just as he lifted his leg to step over the threshold

A hand reached out from behind him.

It firmly gripped the back of his neck.

"No! No! Help...me!"

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Dennis opened his mouth in despair, wanting to scream.

But another large hand reached out from the side and covered his mouth with a muffled sound.

The palm of that hand was icy cold, with a hardness that belonged to metal.

He was dragged inch by inch from the edge of light back into the darkness deep within the factory by that terrifying force, like a train.

The sliver of orange light through the crack in the door shrank smaller and smaller in his vision, until it finally became a thin line.

As the light receded into the distance, Dennis struggled desperately, but to no avail.

In despair, he instinctively opened his mouth and bit down hard on the finger that was covering his mouth.

quack!

He discovered that several of his front teeth were broken.

He realized that what he had just bitten was not flesh and blood, but a cold, hard steel bar.

quack!

The second crisp sound.

Those aren't his teeth.

Dennis's body clearly didn't move.

But suddenly he could see the image of the person behind him in his mind.

Silver hair.

Golden vertical pupils.

He has a face exactly like Arkham's, but he is completely different from the person he usually knows.

As for what exactly was different, he didn't have time to think about it.

Because his head had already been snapped off by that hand.

Everything calmed down. In the empty factory, moonlight streamed through the holes in the ceiling, illuminating the blood, brains, and twisted limbs scattered on the floor.

Ivan stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, his brows slightly furrowed.

"So smoothly? Didn't you have any backup plans?"

Just as Evan was pondering...

A deep, ecstatic voice rang out simultaneously from all directions.

"The Witcher".

The sound seemed to be seeping from under the floor, inside the walls, and on top of the roof all at the same time.

"Thank you for helping me get rid of these useless people and freeing up my abilities!"

Ivan's demon-hunting vision swept around.

In an instant, the entire abandoned factory floor, walls, and air...

Pink, vibrant mist filled the air.

"This is...blood energy?"

He quickly deduced the scenario in his mind.

"The problem isn't in the surroundings, it's in the blood."

"The source is these corpses."

Without hesitation, Evan took a step forward, his bronze-colored right foot stomping directly on Dennis's corpse lying at his feet.

Whoosh!

Strange things happened.

The corpse, which had just been lying on the ground, was like a rubber ball compressed to its limit, and the moment Ivan stepped on it, it was suddenly thrown diagonally upwards.

Immediately afterwards...

The second body. The third body. The fourth body...

The ten corpses in the factory were as if pulled by an invisible thread, all of them were thrown from their original positions and flew at high speed in the same direction.

They crashed into the deeper darkness of the dilapidated building.

"The second extraordinary characteristic!"

Ivan's golden vertical pupils locked onto that darkness.

His knowledge base was too limited; the old hunter's memory did not contain a complete description of this scene.

But the Demon Hunter's vision clearly revealed everything that was happening in that darkness before his eyes.

The ten fleshy spheres, each less than a meter in diameter, were merging together at an extremely rapid pace.

The flesh and blood seem to have their own will, actively tearing, stitching, and reshaping each other.

With each passing second, the mass of flesh and blood grew larger.

Soon an arm, thicker than Ivan's thigh, emerged from the mass of flesh.

After confirming that the thing wasn't self-destructing, Evan rushed forward without any hesitation.

He didn't plan to wait for the BOSS to complete its transformation before starting the fight; driven by the Iron Blood Potion, his purely rational thinking made the optimal decision.

Interrupt the transformation!

He shot towards the still-forming mass of flesh and blood like a cannonball launched from a slingshot. His bronzed right fist slammed heavily onto the thick arm with a sharp whistling sound.

Bang!

Ivan's fist did indeed pierce through the flesh of that hand.

But the impact of that punch was completely absorbed by some kind of sponge-like, elastic texture inside the palm. It was like punching cotton, without creating any echo.

In an instant, another, even larger arm swept across from his blind spot with a twisted angle that defied the laws of physics and with incredible speed.

Ivan was sent flying five meters away by this sweeping blow.

He flipped in mid-air, his bronzed right foot landing precisely on the wooden wall behind him. Using the wall's rebound, he landed steadily and looked up.

In the darkness, the mass of flesh had completed its final shaping.

A giant nearly two and a half meters tall slowly rose from the shadows in the center of the factory.

Its entire body was unusually large and robust, with four thick arms growing from its shoulders and armpits.

Two flesh-colored tentacles with barbs sticked out diagonally from its back, swaying silently in the air.

Ten heads of different shapes were distributed on the giant's body.

Each one corresponds to one of the ten corpses from earlier: Dennis's, Thomson's, and the other eight members'.

It had clearly been smashed, but now it was completely restored.

Each head is located at a joint of the body: shoulder, elbow, chest, knee...

Their eyes were all open.

Every pair of eyes was fixed on Evan, filled with the same angry, resentful rage of someone "stripped of their personality."

At the very top of this giant, where the neck should be, is a complete human head, the face of which belongs to Alcott.

The visual impact was so bizarre it was almost absurd, like an ordinary person piloting a living mech made of flesh and blood.

Ivan's golden vertical pupils could clearly see that within this body, compressed into a flesh-and-blood mecha, surged waves of incredibly dense extraordinary power.