Mystery: I, the Hermit, am too eager to improve

Chapter 184

The demon's lava magic.

In Sequence 5, its power becomes even more terrifying.

however.

From above, Roy understood that Jason's true purpose wasn't to kill Duke Negan, but rather to create a terrifying atmosphere that promised certain death.

Emotions are the most powerful weapon of the apostles of desire.

and so.

At this moment, he was pondering whether or not to save Duke Negan.

If Roy wanted, he could simply use his abilities to provide Duke Negan with some degree of protection.

but.

That old Deng is no good either!

As Roy was pondering this, he saw a look of confusion and fear on the face of the woman inside the house.

An emotion spread through her astral body.

"No! Let me go, I was just being controlled—"

She shouted.

However, in the next instant...

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and she fell out of the window.

Roy saw Duke Negan inside the house holding a gun, his gaze coldly fixed on the direction where she had fallen.

At that moment, he had the answer in his heart.

He waved his hand, and a blinding light enveloped the demon's phantom, while the blazing sunlight enveloped Jason.

however.

If Roy wished, he could use this newly acquired extraordinary item to access the power of the holy water within and draw upon the power belonging to the "fear immunity" component.

Instead of doing that, he enveloped the demon before him in the light of the sun.

but.

Demons do not belong to the category of necromancy. The power of the solar pathway can suppress them, but not with such strong suppression.

The next moment, the dark shadow twisted and quickly disappeared into the room, and the secretary who was escorting Duke Negan away raised his fist.

"Hiding is prohibited here. Violators will be punished..."

"die!"

The devil's filthy words were like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Jason appeared, his body still unformed, and his obscene words directly shattered the body of Duke Negan's secretary.

of course.

Through his clairvoyant eye, Roy could see that Jason's body had also suffered the same backlash.

He seemed to have suffered from the same level of foul language.

Jason Belial turned to look at Duke Negan, who was being protected by the Wind Chosen, and raised his right hand.

The old duke's eyes widened in surprise and terror. He opened his mouth to call for help, but it felt as if a stone was stuck in his throat.

Fear choked him.

next moment.

laugh!

With a thud, Duke Negan clutched his throat in horror, blood gushing out and flowing down.

however.

This emotion, in turn, fueled his fear.

Moreover, Jason transformed into chaotic black shadows, appearing in every corner of the room.

The guards were in complete panic, firing indiscriminately in all directions.

"No! Duke Negan..."

The "Wind's Chosen" was about to offer a reminder when Duke Negan, already severely injured and weakened, was in a state of mental confusion.

This is the effect Jason needed.

Even though the "Wind Favorite" moved extremely quickly, swiftly killing the guards who were controlled by panic with wind blades.

but.

Blood suddenly erupted from Duke Negan's head.

His fear killed him.

It is exactly the same as before.

The dark figure quickly disappeared from the scene, but just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stumbled.

Then, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

poison?

When...

Jason looked up and then quickly turned into a shadow and continued to flee.

The wind-fed creatures flew out from inside.

"Are you from the Church of Knowledge?"

"Yes."

Roy nodded, adding, "I've poisoned him so I can track him."

"Chase."

Duke Negan was essentially dead at this point, so applying healing magic would be pointless.

On the contrary, it was this murderer...

If we can catch it, at least we can make up for our mistakes.

"I think you should stay here."

Why?

"What a coincidence."

Roy reminded him.

The person administering the punishment paused for a moment, then said, "You mean...?"

"Either he possesses divination or prophetic abilities, or he has an inside man; otherwise, how could he arrange everything so perfectly?"

Roy whispered.

The person administering the punishment turned around, looked into the room, and continued, "You're right. Who do you think it could be?"

"There won't be many suitable candidates."

Roy smiled slightly, "You keep an eye on him, I'll go track him down first, and we'll discuss it together when I get back."

"it is good."

……

In a garden, a dark figure appeared, coughing repeatedly and spitting out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the veins on his forehead throbbed uncontrollably.

It's not just toxins.

There is also an uncontrollable madness.

After reaching Sequence 5, although he can control his desires and emotions, madness is an exception, because madness stems from the weakness of the Demon Sequence.

It is not part of emotions.

The man had amplified it, causing him to lose control and nearly go on a rampage of madness inside the villa.

And toxins—

This toxin caught him completely off guard, and he had no idea when he was infected.

Ok?

Is it time to let the sunlight shine through?

He suddenly realized a possibility.

The sunlight was merely a pretext to attract his attention, a cover for his true intentions.

In addition, the other party is very good at hiding their emotions and can conceal their malice so well that he cannot detect it at all.

"The path to knowledge".

Jason's eyes revealed intense malice and madness.

Such comprehensive and extraordinary abilities are most likely derived from knowledge, and the ability to use these abilities so openly and legitimately must be the result of a knowledge-based education.

He staggered forward.

At that moment, the shadow behind Jason suddenly transformed into a giant hand, which entangled him.

The power of shadows!

For a moment, he almost thought he was being targeted by a mysterious extraordinary being with shadow abilities and a Sequence 6 or higher.

The shadow transformed into a chain, binding him.

"He caught up with me so quickly?"

The smell of toxins!

Jason immediately realized that he had to abandon this body, otherwise he would not be able to escape from the other party's pursuit.

or--

Kill the other party?

It might not be impossible.

Jason weighed his own abilities against his opponent's, running while pondering how to kill him.

Hidden malice...

This is indeed very rare, but it's not unsolvable.

After all.

In the end, it all comes down to who has the bigger fist.

Jason had originally thought that way; he was fully prepared to counterattack, and he had even imagined himself stepping over the other person's corpse.

however.

The figure that appeared the next moment completely dispelled his thoughts.

A full suit of armor.

The difference is that it is stained with terrible blood. It is like a natural enemy, isolating all emotions and desires, and even spirituality cannot reach it.

Then, his shadow condensed into a single point.

but.

A shadowy figure loomed over them.

The condensed shadow quickly disintegrated, turning into black dots that scattered and fled, leaving only a trail of afterimages torn apart by the shadow.

At the same time, the body disintegrated into various pieces, and the blood was dripping, which was very terrifying.

"He's not dead yet."

The armor made a sound.

Several people walked out from behind.

It was Soster and his men. He looked at Leonard and asked, "Are you alright?"

"No problem, I've already identified him."

"You follow him, I'll have a word with this gentleman."

Soster looked at the dismembered corpses scattered on the ground, then his gaze locked onto the tall figure in front of him.

That ability just now...

Hermit?

Leonard nodded solemnly and quickly headed in the direction the shadow had left.

Roy smiled and said, "Are you the Red Gloves?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Soster's hand—

Soster was wearing striking red gloves.

Soster's expression was serious: "Yes, who are you?"

"Iger White".

Roy replied, casually drawing a prayer gesture from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom to express his identity.

Soster paused for a moment to recall, then nodded slightly.

"I remember you; you're a scholar. What brings you here?"

"I was invited to the Duke of Negan's ball tonight, and then the Duke of Negan was assassinated by him."

Roy explained.

Soster recalled the scene in the magic mirror and immediately understood—

The tall figure standing at the door at that time should be Iger White in front of us.

He was likely accompanied by the Duke of Negan's butler or servant, or a member of the Negan family or other nobles.

"Is Duke Negan alright?"

"He's dead."

Roy answered.

Soster found it hard to believe.

Even with a learned scholar present, Duke Negan still died...

How is that possible?

He frowned slightly: "Does Jason have an assistant?"

"No, but I have a feeling that there is an inside man belonging to Jason around Duke Negan, or maybe it's not Jason's, but someone planted by him and the people behind Zillingus."

Roy said.

Then, he gave a brief account of what happened.

Soster thought for a few seconds and understood Roy's logic.

Everything went too smoothly.

He added a piece of information.

"Duke Nigan worships the God of Storms; he should have contacted Lord Singer of God through the Punisher immediately."

"Yes, but in the end, even the Singer of God didn't arrive."

Roy answered.

Soster looked eastward.

"Because he went to the dock area, and a man who looked like Jason Beria appeared at the dock, wanting to leave and go somewhere else."

"This further solidified my belief."

Roy said.

Soster nodded: "Perhaps, as you say, you have someone you suspect?"

"There aren't many people who can arrange all kinds of accommodations."

Roy answered.

Soster hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let's try psychic communication first. Are you still me?"

"Please come, I only know a little about psychic abilities."

Roy had no intention of getting involved.

Soster did not refuse: "Okay."

……

"Damn it—damn the Knowledge Church!"

The shadowy figure twisted and turned inside the sewer.

He took a few more steps, and his shadow gradually distorted until—

The shadow gradually became blurred.

Jason tried to condense the shadow with his spirituality, and the shadow was even throbbing, but he couldn't generate a new body because he didn't have enough materials.

Suddenly, rats darted out.

He quickly caught the rats, and his shadow digested and absorbed their flesh and blood.

The shadowy figure became somewhat fixed.

Then--

A phantom undead owl appeared from the sky, greeting people in Old Fusak.

"Hello, dear apostle of desire."

It is greeting us.

Jason Beria, who had just begun to solidify, looked over and saw only a mysterious message and a fog of death.

Death, knowledge, and information are perfectly intertwined in it.

At the same time, there is also a subtle suppression from status and power.

No!

Don't mess with it!

Jason fled quickly, and the dark shadow peeled off and detached from his body like snowflakes. Jason, who had been forcibly stripped of some of his spirituality and shadow, almost lost control.

In a state of confusion—

He looked up and saw a figure emerging from the sewer ahead. Without hesitation, Jason rushed in.

Absorbing the opponent might give you a chance to escape!

but.

The instant he merged with it, he felt an even more terrifying suppression of his status, as if...

They encountered a god.

He sensed death approaching, but was powerless to stop it.

After a burst of light, his spirit completely collapsed.

Then, the mysterious man wearing a black crown looked up at the owl in the passageway.

The two spirit beings stared at each other, neither daring to move for a moment.

Nina was afraid.

The spiritual creature before them was terrifying in both its status and aura; the apostle of desire collapsed the moment it crashed into it.

Who exactly is this crowned, armored figure?

She wanted to escape, but she couldn't bear to part with the extraordinary qualities before her.

On the other side, Klein was also completely bewildered.

He certainly recognized the spiritual being in front of him.

Nina.

Roy's Messenger.

Will she recognize me?

If they recognize me...

Wouldn't that expose me?

Let's run!

but.

This is an extraordinary feature of Sequence 5!

How much is this worth?

Klein's heart was bleeding; he was both reluctant to leave and dared not linger any longer, and for a moment, the two were at an impasse.

A few seconds later, just as Nina was about to leave, she sensed another uninvited guest approaching from behind.

Another armored man.

Two armored men and a spiritual being meet in a sewer.

Before long, the armored man in front quickly left.

"Who are you?"

Leonard looked at the undead creature in front of him.

but.

Nina did not respond, but instead opened her mouth and exhaled a cloud of mist that enveloped Leonard.

Although it was quickly absorbed and disappeared, Nina used this time to fly towards the shapeless black shadow.

Then, a strange light enveloped it.

Immediately afterwards, a chess piece appeared, and the chessboard faintly enveloped the shadowy area.

The game of time!

Under the mysterious magic, time seemed to stand still.

A moment later, an extraordinary ability was extracted from it. Leonard emerged from the mist, and Nina, carrying the extraordinary ability, vanished into thin air.

Leonard took a few steps closer.

"Two groups of people?"

"It seems so."

Pales said, "That black-armored creature is of very high rank and gives me a great sense of threat, as does the other undead owl..."

"What's its background?"

Leonard was curious.

Pales thought for a few seconds and said, "A mystic who may possess necromancy abilities, but I'm not entirely sure."

"A mystic?"

Leonard recalled the sequence level.

Sequence 4 of the Spy Who Sneaks Through.

but.

Without a doubt, the person in black armor is far more terrifying than the other.