Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

Having devised their tactics, they turned to the zombies: "Let's go."

At this critical juncture, not only Igorius was motivated to fight, but Reinhardt was also filled with fighting spirit. In just a few minutes, he went from self-abandonment to extreme reluctance, and now he finally got angry, showing a furious expression. He seemed to realize that his real enemy was the undead, and he should vent his anger on the undead.

The zombie was also very cautious. He didn't know anything about the other two, but he had to be extremely careful when facing the judge.

For most people, the judges are the enemies they least want to face. They are too famous, and he has heard countless stories about the judges. He will never be careless.

Before the attack, he gathered information on the judge. Aaron was someone he had never heard of before; his age and abilities were unknown. He needed to be more cautious.

Seeing Aaron's two henchmen, he even considered retreating temporarily. But after careful consideration, he thought that the opportunity to face the Judge was too rare. In any case, he wanted to try, at least to test the Judge's power.

Aaron swung his sword and attacked, but to his surprise, Reinhardt was faster than him.

This fat man, whose size was similar to Theo's, unleashed an astonishing aura. When he charged at the zombies alone, he was as brave as a lone warrior. For a moment, judging from the comparison of their size, Reinhardt's aura even overwhelmed his opponent.

Reinhardt felt the same way. Facing an enemy who was a head shorter than him, he charged straight at him like a mighty bear.

The sight of a fat man weighing several hundred pounds charging towards them was extremely visually striking, especially since he was quite fast. The zombie cautiously watched the fat man, who then swung his arms like a whip and bounced up on his feet.

When Reinhardt pounced, he was as fierce as a bear, but he was too focused on his head to care about his rear. The zombie leaped up and dodged Reinhardt's attack in a flash. In that instant, he displayed the agility of a rabbit. Then, like a seasoned boxer, he threw a powerful punch with the shortest distance, which struck Reinhardt's body squarely, sending Reinhardt flying!

Everyone was stunned. Reinhardt went from being imposing and powerful to being evenly matched, and then he was defeated in just a few seconds.

Although Reinhardt only lasted a few seconds, he bought time for Aaron, who is a master of timing. Reinhardt's tackle put him in an excellent position.

As the zombie turned to the side, the longsword drew a clear arc, carrying an aura completely different from Reinhardt's, and slashed towards the zombie!

The zombie blocked with his hands, and even someone as strong as him was pushed back. The power of those slashes was not great, but when dozens of slashes were stacked together, they burst out with a terrifying killing intent.

“Good timing.” The zombie stared coldly at Aaron through dozens of illusory slashes.

Suddenly, the zombie abandoned all defenses, poured all its power into its right fist, and slammed it towards Aaron.

Aaron suddenly became ruthless. He leaped high into the air, his white trench coat billowing like a roc spreading its wings, like a swooping bird, and pounced on the zombie.

His eyes, like those of a living corpse under a lamp, shone brightly. Power that could shatter gold and split rocks gathered in his hands. When he threw a punch, one could already imagine the scene of a punch piercing through a flying bird.

The scene of the two colliding was like a mutual destruction, but to his surprise, at the moment of impact, he did not feel any real impact on the other party. The zombie was stunned.

He hadn't expected Aaron's attack to be faster than his punch. By the time he finished throwing the punch, Aaron had already stopped on the zombie's arm. He used the arm as a fulcrum to somersault in mid-air, colliding with the zombie's fist, spinning, touching it and moving away. Using the zombie's momentum, his body drew an arc in the air and flew back into the air. All of this happened in an instant!

Aaron stretched out his body, his silver robes fluttering in the air like a real bird.

The final punch from the zombie only grazed Aaron's hem, blowing his silver robe into the air.

This was an opportunity Aaron had risked his life to create. In just a few seconds of fighting, he was already certain that they were not on the same level. He could not possibly defeat his opponent in a one-on-one fight.

But he has teammates.

"Original move! Flying Stream Impact!"

Almost the instant Aaron flew out, the black liquid shot out in a straight line, striking the zombie. The zombie let out a terrified roar; this was the moment Aaron had been waiting for!

The zombie let out a terrified roar, black liquid dripping continuously from its body, corroding its clothes and exposing its deathly pale body to the air.

The operation was a success; the special move successfully hit the zombie, but its power seemed rather limited. Apart from corroding the zombie's clothes and making its entire body sticky, it didn't seem to have any real effect.

"Is this the ultimate move you were talking about?!" Aaron shouted at Igorius.

“That’s right, my ability is to spit on the other person. My spit can not only make their whole body slippery, but also corrode their clothes.” Igorius struck a cool pose.

"I'm going to beat you up after this is all over." Aaron suppressed his urge to hit him.

Although this move did not cause any actual harm, it successfully enraged the other party, and as he said, it corroded the other party's clothes.

Aaron was astonished to see a corner of a tattoo visible beneath the other man's tattered clothes. It vaguely resembled the number 'five' in the Kasrlan language. When the tattoo was fully revealed, it contrasted sharply with his corpse-like pale muscles, making it seem as if a demon had finally broken free of its cage and returned to the world.

The tattoo was originally a symbol of the Church of Love, but the person who tattooed it desecrated and distorted the sacred symbol, turning it into something resembling a demon.

"The Permissives..." Aaron finally understood his identity; the other party was a member of the Seven Deadly Sins of the Permissives.

"That's right, my name is Dastro, codename: Destruction!"

A muffled thunderous sound reached his ears, and Dastro raised his eyes, his eyes filled with rage.

The sound of flesh being torn apart came from his body. Countless huge, gleaming blades pierced his pale muscles and emerged from his body. Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed when the blades were pierced, as if he were a real corpse.

After the blades pierced his skin, they continued to grow and expand like tree branches, soon becoming sharp blades covering his entire upper body, and he became a monster made of blades.

monster……

Before he could even utter this exclamation, Dastro drew the blade from his arm and threw it at Igorius.

Igorius was terrified as the blade flew towards him, but then he suddenly realized something. He puffed out his cheeks and began to exert force with his body. With a "bang," he sprayed out a jet of black water. This high-pressure water jet hit the flying blade and caused it to deviate, flying in another direction.

"Whoa!" Egorius shouted excitedly, addressing Aaron in the distance, "See! My power is very useful!"

"Idiot! Run!" Aaron yelled back.

Igorius was startled, turned his head, and realized that Dastro was charging towards him.

"Eh...Eh...? Eh...! Help...Help me!"

Before he could escape, Dastro was already in front of him, the serrated blade in his hand gleaming with a chilling light.

Aaron was hot on his heels. Seeing that Dastro was about to smash Egorius away, he decided to go all out, abandoning his defense, raising his sword and leaping high into the air to slash at Dastro.

This time, when facing Aaron, Dastro simply swung his arm to block Aaron's attack, while simultaneously extending his other hand, the blade on his fist flashing with a cold light, and smashing it towards Aaron.

Blood splattered as Igorius was sent flying and crashed to the ground. Dastro's next target was Neve. The blades on his arm were dense and sharp; a punch to Neve would pierce her entire body. But then a cold voice rang out behind him: "Sword Domain - Tremor."

Aaron's "Zhen" was almost burst out of his mouth, and the domain quickly expanded beneath their feet. Invisible sound waves rippled outwards. Dastro felt a string pierce his mind. He sensed danger, but he paid no attention to Aaron. His only target was Neve.

He had realized that Aaron was a low-level sequence transcendent, which meant that whatever abilities Aaron possessed would be far less effective against him. Sure enough, Dastro was indeed controlled, but the control was brief. As soon as he broke free, his fist would smash into Neve, turning her into a bloody mess.

The control time of the stringed sound was extremely short. When he regained consciousness, his fist moved in the direction he expected, but he did not feel any cutting into his skin. When he looked up, he saw a damn fat man in front of him.

At the crucial moment, it was Reinhardt who stepped forward and stopped him. This guy was only active when it came to Neve. Aaron took the opportunity to take Neve away, along with Igorius, whose face was covered in blood. Judging from Igorius's appearance, Aaron thought he was about to die, but Igorius showed surprisingly good spirits.

"Do you have any last words?" Aaron asked as he stopped the bleeding.

"I...cough cough...I'm alright...not to die yet...thank you for trying so hard to save me, I'm so touched..." Igorius said while coughing up blood.

"Really? I think you'd better take Neve and get out of here. Your abilities are practically useless." Aaron looked worriedly to the other side, where Dastro roared and swung his arm like a windmill, smashing it into Reinhardt's stomach. Reinhardt was stunned and staggered backward, but he seemed capable of holding on for a while longer...

Igorius shook his head: "Mr. Aaron, my ability is not only to make the other person's whole body sticky, but also to corrode their clothes."

"Although I think your ability is already pretty useless, is there anything more useless?"

"The saliva I spray... is liquid... not only corrosive, but also a good fuel. If I could attack him with flames, I could ignite his body instantly."

"Oh?" Aaron suddenly became interested. "You're spewing oil, but where am I supposed to find a fire for you?"

Igorius shook his head and struggled to his feet: "Actually, besides spitting, I can also breathe fire."

"You can breathe fire?"

Igorius nodded: "Although his firepower won't be very strong due to prolonged hunger, he's covered in my saliva... liquid... even a small spark could set him ablaze."

Igorius looked back at the battlefield; it seemed Reinhardt wouldn't last much longer, and he had to make a difference.

Igorius knew that Reinhardt wouldn't last long. Just like an artilleryman calculating the distance before firing, he made a square with two fingers, aimed at Dastro in the distance, and took a deep breath.

Aaron dared not disturb him, not even daring to breathe. After a moment, Igorius seemed to have confirmed the distance and direction, and nodded slightly. Then he spread his legs, as if trying to squeeze something, and exerted all his strength, his face turning red. Just when Aaron thought he was finally about to unleash his ultimate move, his buttocks trembled and arched upwards, smoothly emitting a series of "pfft pfft ow" sounds.

Oh~~~

When Aaron looked at him again, Igorius had collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach and saying weakly, "Oh... I had diarrhea for the past few days, but I feel better now..."

Aaron had already clenched his fists, ready to punch him, while Igorius lay on the ground, his stomach rumbling again. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to expel air from his front, but to no avail. He kept spitting air out backward with a hissing sound, followed by another "plop." Suddenly, Igorius felt despair, then he suddenly looked dazed, and his body went completely limp.

Aaron swore that if Igorius hadn't been covered in blood, his fist would already be in Igorius's face.

Well, since no one cares about Reinhardt getting beaten up, he doesn't care either. He now feels incredibly stupid. Instead of relying on Igorius, he should have relied on himself and Reinhardt working together; at least then he could take the beating.

So he grabbed Egorius by the collar, threw him aside, and told Neve to take care of him. Then he was about to leave when someone grabbed his sleeve from behind. Turning around, he saw Egorius looking apologetically at him, saying, "I didn't expect you to care about me so much when I'm so useless. I'm so touched. Please let me at least do something for you..."

Aaron looked at Igorius and finally said helplessly, "I'm not afraid you won't contribute, I'm mainly afraid you'll pull out halfway through."

Igorius deliberately ignored the latter part of Aaron's sentence and shook his head: "Although I can't breathe fire, my sphincter muscles are still very useful... no... my black liquid is still very useful..."

Chapter 205 Dragon Tail

"Does it really work?" Aaron now only had doubts about him, not faith. But Igorius completely ignored Aaron's skeptical look and suddenly shouted, "I can spray out even more!"

"You wouldn't... just want to criticize, would you..." Aaron now not only thought he was a piece of trash, but the way he looked at him had changed.

Igorius once again ignored Aaron's piercing gaze. Trembling, he stood up and said, "Next, I will use a move I will probably only use a few times in my entire life. This move may only be used a few times in my life, but it doesn't matter. For Mr. Aaron, I have decided to use it here..."

"Thank you, but really, it's not necessary."

Igorius: "..."

"Mr. Aaron, take Niffle and find a place to hide. Don't worry about me."

"I really don't need it, you should lie down."

Igorius: "…………"

Egorius remained silent for a moment, ignoring Aaron's words, then turned his head, took a deep breath, and looked up at the sky as if he were about to throw an axe at the gods.

Are you going to ignore what I said?!

Although he didn't know what Igorius was up to, seeing his poised and ready manner, Aaron immediately took Neve and fled to the eaves, at least to get away from the poison gas...

Aaron had already taken Neve away, and now Igorius was completely focused. He raised his head again and slowly raised his hand to the sky. In an instant, his demeanor changed. Aaron thought he was a priest in a ritual, as if he were performing an unpredictable sacrificial dance.

The next moment, Igorius slammed his arm, which he had raised to the sky, down and struck his own stomach!

With a painful yet pleasurable groan, Igorius knelt down on the ground, his stomach bursting as if it had exploded, making a series of hissing and gurgling sounds. But this time, he wasn't spitting gas from behind. Even in extreme pain, he still insisted on looking up at the sky.

Finally, the airflow, which had been constantly stimulated but could not find an outlet, finally saw a light after searching everywhere. It found an outlet that could be released, and like a thousand troops charging, all the airflow rushed in that direction, releasing in an instant when it was suppressed to the extreme!

Aaron said he had never seen rain like this in his entire life.

After the dense, waterfall-like black liquid flew into the sky, it seemed to cover the sky in an instant, like a black curtain covering the sky, and began to fall in all directions. Dastro was dealing with Reinhardt and did not pay attention to the situation on Igorius's side. When he finally realized something was wrong and looked up at the sky, the black liquid fell like raindrops.

Dastro roared again like a wounded beast, immediately abandoning his attack on Reinhardt and trying to escape, but this did not stop the large amount of black liquid from pouring down on his face.

He tried to hide, but there was nowhere to hide. The black liquid inevitably fell onto his eyes, and then it turned into a downpour, soaking Dastro completely. There wasn't a clean spot on his body anymore.

After creating the black rain, Igorius collapsed to the ground, exhausted as if all his strength had been used up. His stomach finally stopped making "plop plop" sounds and could only make the sound of water sloshing inside, as if his life had come to an end.

“I…I have done my best…The rest is up to you…Mr. Aaron…” Egorius said, lying on the ground, barely breathing.

Aaron was silent for a while before finally speaking: "I think your performance was not only useless, but also made things worse."