Chapter 1857: Chapter 1854: Demonic Canon Stance
For a bank clerk, he seldom experienced such an intense feeling.
Even back in the original world, during the ‘widespread slaughter’, he never felt a direct sense of danger… As long as someone caused trouble, he would kill them, continuing until no one dared to bother him any longer.
When he was caught and brought into the Black Tower Control Bureau, becoming one of the out-of-control ones,
The encounter with Mr. Teacher made him feel danger for the first time, although he managed to successfully offset the teacher’s “Preaching” through his unique physique and monetary abilities.
Additionally, there were other committee members of the same level as Mr. Teacher, who occasionally also provoked a sense of danger during meetings.
But these were all beings of a higher level, so the feeling of danger was normal.
The young man before him, who was not yet a King, nor even a Pseudo-King, surprisingly also brought about this sensation.
When the grey light beam descended, and the young man transformed into the “Black Person” through his self-constructed mask… the bank clerk sensed a strong aura, though he only felt it wouldn’t be easy to kill.
When the “Truth Magic Sword” hidden in the darkness materialized behind him,
A genuine sense of danger spread throughout his body like icy liquid.
Displaying superhuman nervous reflexes and physical speed,
Just as he was about to be struck down by the magic sword… swoosh! He sidestepped to dodge.
At the same time, his entire being transformed into a yellow flash, quickly widening the distance by a hundred meters.
“No wonder Mr. Teacher lost an incarnation. You must have betrayed his trust and used this weapon against him, right? Such a weapon must be very expensive, requiring a lot of money to acquire?
I need to find a way to end the fight quickly… you’re really dangerous.”
As soon as the words were spoken.
A very thin layer of “Golden Edge” covered the bank clerk’s body.
So thin and faint that the common naked eye couldn’t see it, only Han Dong’s Demon Eye could barely make it out.
The appearance of the golden edge meant the bank clerk was entering a serious state,
even when standing in a completely black domain, ignoring the effect of being ‘dyed black’.
The clerk’s movement speed was astonishingly fast, so quick that even the Demon Eye had to focus all its attention to track it.
Han Dong might need to borrow an incarnation with agility above [S] to keep up with this speed.
The agility [E-] Black Person was several tiers apart… but Han Dong hadn’t intended to ‘keep up’.
Rolling up his sleeves, revealing strong forearms,
he unleashed five consecutive punches!
Each punch could easily tear through space, producing deafening sonic booms.
After the punches ended, he followed with a spinning upward sweep… slacks and leather shoes traced a perfect arc in the air,
this upward kick even formed a crescent impact, slicing the glacier a thousand meters away in half.
Han Dong just stood there motionless.
His shattered body and head hovered in the air like ink drops, reforming in mere seconds… seemingly unaffected.
Even Pope found this hard to understand.
‘What’s going on?! The “Strike Technique” granted by King Level directly targets “Truth”, any elemental or spirit body transformation should be directly impacted.
Why can it ignore the strike, only losing a small part of its energy?
What kind of incarnation is this, possessing such abnormal abilities?’
It wasn’t just Pope who found it incomprehensible,
Even Han Dong himself hadn’t fully understood the changes in his body… up until now, he was still in the ‘adaptation’ phase.
This time, the borrowing of god was different.
When the borrowing was completed,
A special ‘chemical reaction’ occurred within his body, changes even the Grey Walker had never encountered.
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The mechanism of being dyed black rapidly spread to every corner of his body, each cell, each piece of soul, even every inch of the consciousness space was dyed black.
The Black Vortex in his abdomen also began to spin.
Not adaptation, but fusion… the Black Vortex Trunk seemed incredibly compatible with being dyed black, so much so that the rate of blackening exceeded 100% and continued to grow.
Ultimately, the body transcended biological limits.
Transforming into an extraordinary “Black Matter”, presenting as a floating ink state in the air.
It was both a form of energy and a symbol of Han Dong as a whole.
Every drop of black ink would need to be completely exhausted for death to befall Han Dong.
Therefore, the bank clerk’s pure “physical blows” were heavily countered, although each hit was powerful, it drained very little from Han Dong.
If he became a Matchstick Man, Han Dong would be in considerable danger.
Various black energies poured out as Han Dong raised his hand,
More and more crows circled around his body,
The magic sword performed various ultra-fast slashes under the control of strong consciousness,
Although the bank clerk could easily counteract the “Black Art”, each defense added blackening effects, requiring a lot of money to negate.
Furthermore, the magic sword concealed within the black domain was also a potential threat; being struck by it would be problematic.
“Seems like I need to get some money out…”
The bank clerk suddenly changed his combat rhythm, leaping backward to retreat, widening the distance.
A stack of fresh bills grabbed in his hand.
Within the void space, Pope immediately stared intently with his Star Eye at the next actions of his opponent, striving to analyze the ‘ability’.
The bank clerk, with deft motions, began to count the money,
Each bill his fingers brushed across shone with a golden luster, gradually merging with the golden edge on his body.
“So it’s money… now’s the time.”
Pope snapped his fingers.
A “Void Gate” a little over ten centimeters wide cracked open at the position where the bank clerk was counting money,
A demon book emerged directly, devouring all the glowing bills in one gulp.
“Dare to eat my money?!”
Such a move triggered wrath in the bank clerk.
Just as he was about to punch the demon book, buzz—another dangerous sensation emanated, this time from the demon book in front; attacking it with a punch might result in losing an arm.
Suppressing the anger within his heart, retracting his fist, he backed away several hundred meters once more.
The demon book from the void space fell heavily to the ground.
An arm resembling some stitched, assembled entity full of large mouth fissures emerged from the book’s cover, supporting itself on the ground.
Next, the fleshy surface of the demon book started to divide and proliferate.
With the Scripture of the Corpse Eating Cult at the center, bizarre body construction took place… as if something was ingested, ground into chunks, and then regurgitated to recombine and take shape.
Distorted and peculiar,
Foul and utterly evil,
As a head of green hair fell down.
Eugenes appeared with a new form.
The Scripture of the Corpse Eating Cult was no longer held in hand, nor stored within the body, but became his core heart, stitched and embedded in the left chest position.
Every surface, from eye sockets, nostrils to ear surfaces, was covered with teeth, as if every sense organ became a ‘new mouth’.
Even the fingertips bore a small mouth, endlessly gnashing as if possessing some special function.
This was Eugenes’s true trump card.
“Demonic Canon Stance”
Only individual and book could achieve an extremely high degree of compatibility to realize this… moreover, the risk of backlash was enormous.
In the history of demon development, only a very few individuals achieved it.
The current Eugenes, who hadn’t fully studied the book, couldn’t achieve mastery; what was presently displayed was merely a ‘semi-finished product’.
If he could complete the collection of nine corpses, he might achieve a more stable state.
Every additional second in this form increased the risk of backlash… one could even see the extra mouths on Eugenes’s body occasionally gnawing at his flesh.
“What kind of monsters are you people~”
The bank clerk scratched his head, revealing a somewhat resigned and helpless expression.