Just as Hooked kissed turned to look at the patch of turbid night behind him, the sand around him was brushed by what seed like a restless night wind. Even though he stood far from the central battlefield, he could still feel a cutting pain on his face, like a blade slicing through.
He furrowed his brows slightly, and the golden Fluid Sword in his hand gradually retracted, swiftly returning by his side from afar.
However, at that mont, he noticed that the end of the Golden Fluid Sword seed to have picked up so unknown dark substance. A mixture of the fragrant aroma of angel blood and an extrely pungent odor caused Hooked kiss’s eyes to tremble slightly...
"This is..."
Now within his gaze, clearly interspersed within the black substance was the deadly poison he’d created. Yet, despite the corrosive nature of the poison, the blob of substance remained incredibly active, bubbling continuously like boiling water.
"Ah... ah..."
Soon, Hooked kiss realized that these were not re bubbles, as the dark substance continually burst and reford, strange images resembling tiny mouths rapidly opening above it.
Sorobato, not dead yet?!
As the tiny mouths on the black substance hissed and expanded toward Hooked kiss in an unsettling way, he felt a deep chill while abruptly flicking his blade to shake it off. Fortunately, the substance did not cling stubbornly and flew off effortlessly.
"Hissssss!"
But after the black substance landed on the ground, the re contact with sand produced an earsplitting noise, similar to fingernails scraping against a wall, or water sizzling madly on a hot stove... Amid the heavy reverberation of that sound, Hooked kiss, as if in a trance, heard a voice akin to wicked laughter or eerie murmurs,
"Found... you... found... you..."
"Whoosh whoosh!!"
The distorted, hideously black substance continued to shriek, like a machine generating gusts, whipping up the night wind around Hooked kiss ever more frantically and terrifyingly.
And the next mont, as he incredulously looked into the distance, he couldn’t help but be shocked.
For under the black curtain of night, a figure corroded entirely by poison, endlessly struggling and running, lood larger in his view.
Amidst a whirlwind of chaos and threats at the very essence of existence, what truly shocked Hooked kiss was the appearance of the entity.
This was not a being worthy of the term, rely resembling a humanoid, entirely enveloped in thick black sludge, a "thing."
On the surface of its black mud, nurous crimson Life Gospel Holy Objects erged, alongside various bubbling organs.
Feminine breasts and hair, masculine muscles and organs.
Sorobato’s face constantly erged, showing expressions vastly different from its original impassiveness.
Fury, ecstasy, grief, jealousy...
The face that finally appeared, painfully reminiscent of Sorobato from mory, was like shattered porcelain covered in cracks, yet those eyes brimd with a scarlet madness.
"You think you can kill ?! A re bug, not of Mythical Species, just you and your insane wife? Don’t kid yourself!!"
The substance called "Sorobato" twisted amid extre screeches; during this interval, Hooked kiss noticed a Holy Object within, glowing red.
The Holy Object, like the horn of a black ram, emitted an aura that made Hooked kiss nauseous, yet was mingled with the essence of the Gospel...
This was no failure. Fabote had not forged a Life Holy Object against the laws of the Holy Land for nothing. He was indeed successful, even if just once.
"I have refined it! Even Michael cannot surpass . They don’t understand what a magnificent achievent this is! You will be the first to witness its greatness!"
"Buzzing!"
As he spoke, the black ram’s horn Holy Object at the center of the black mud burst with crimson divine light. Coupled with Sorobato’s inherent energy, a whirlwind reford, toppling over towards Hooked kiss.
Hooked kiss didn’t reply, only feeling a chill throughout his body. Instinctively, he exerted all his strength, fiercely pushing against the ground to retreat.
But as previously ntioned, his rank hadn’t reached Myth, unable to match the speed or strength of the opponent’s single strike.
"Boom!"
In the next second, the powerful wind mixed with filth swept across, leaving Hooked kiss scrambling desperately but ineffectively. He could only watch in horror as the sword-like wind grazed his body, showering drops of blood.
"Cough!"
Hooked kiss hacked, rolling across the shattered terrain, dragged by fragnts of flesh into the soft, nearly shredded earth.
Blood trickled down his forehead, yet despite everything, he incredulously raised his gaze to the despised life form nearly a hundred ters away.
Was that Sorobato?
Was that how an angel should look?
No... not at all...
In the next second, within this very close range, Hooked kiss could finally launch his curse. With the Qi Vision Heart Eye activated, Hooked kiss’s sight quickly penetrated the surface, seeing its internal structure.
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