Mechanical Alchemist

Rafael looked at the now dispersed Resentful Spirit Curse Formation with disbelief on his face.

"How could it not have killed him?"

He couldn't understand why his infallible Curse Magic, aimed at killing someone a whole rank lower than himself, had failed.

For other warlocks, perhaps the target's fate was too strong, and there was a chance of "missing the mark."

But he was known as the "Undead Demon Monk"!

Rafael, because he believed in a powerful god, had gained a form of immortality.

This made him one of the top warlocks in Luye.

Even if the Curse Magic occasionally failed, after he was resurrected, he had a second chance to act.

And because he could resurrect, the influence of the target's fate wasn't significant.

Because even if the Curse Magic failed, he would definitely rely on his strength to pursue and kill the target until he succeeded.

So.

Once he made his move, the target was essentially a "dead man."

Having established that outcome, the "cause" wasn't so important anymore.

With this hidden causality at play, no matter how strong the target's fate was, under the outcome of "certain death," it was fragile as paper.

Until now, Rafael had never failed in any of his targets.

Even those of the seventh rank.

But this "Fick," he had exploded in backlash?

...

Rafael looked into the distance, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with gloom.

He had made a mistake just now, and it was now impossible to go and save that Sir William.

He didn't engage in futile efforts.

Moreover, in the wax museum, apart from Curse Magic, other methods were beyond his reach.

"Damn it, that guy killed William. His fate must have grown stronger..."

Rafael cursed under his breath.

He knew well that having failed to kill him just now, even if he used Curse Magic again, it probably wouldn't work.

With Sir William's death, this "Fick" had become the prime heir to the Rigel Dukedom, naturally elevating his fate.

If he couldn't kill him before, he certainly couldn't kill him now.

The backlash from the curse would be even greater.

Without a clear understanding of the situation, Rafael didn't intend to act rashly again.

His right hand's fingers interlocked, rapidly changing through various magical seals as if using a secret technique to divine something.

Few outsiders knew that he was not only a master of Curse Magic, but also prided himself on his divination skills.

But this demon monk was totally unaware that from the moment he entered the scene, mystery had already matched up with mystery.

Under this starry sky, everything had already become a logical part of the script.

His fingers halted, and the divination produced a result.

Rafael looked puzzled, muttering, "Strange... although it's a prodigy-level fate, he shouldn't be unkillable. Could it be because of his recent alliance through marriage with the Lance family?"

As one of the strongest warlocks in Luye, he naturally knew the few factors that could affect Curse Magic.

If it wasn't the target itself, then it was an "external factor."

At this moment, Rafael's gaze turned towards the distant Steam Castle, wondering, "Could there be something off with the fourth princess of the Lance family?"

However, a marriage alliance vase, how could she possibly influence the fate of that "Grim Reaper"?
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Rafael couldn't figure it out.

But he thought about the recent problems their secret society was facing, and decided that the "Death" must be killed today!

Being listed as one of the "Top Ten Legendary Bounty Hunters," his strength was beyond doubt.

His instincts told him that there was something wrong with tonight's assassination.

Mystical professionals deeply trust such cryptic intuitions.

Whenever he felt something was amiss,

he would never be careless!

"Enough. Let's first see if she is the cause. It's a pity to lose such a fine catch, less fun once turned into a corpse..."

A hint of regret appeared on Las Pujing's face.

But his hands were not slow, the mysterious spell was chanted once again, "Rise, Corpse!"

Upon further inspection, the dark light of the blood-converging formation in the room shone again.

Meanwhile, on a distant road near that steam castle, three cursed villager corpses eerily stood up. They shakily walked towards the steam vehicle.

This was the first layer of the trap prepared earlier to covertly ambush "Death."

Unused until now, it seemed a waste.

Now it was just perfect.

With a pinch of Las Pujing's sorcerer's seals, he uttered softly, "Curse Magic: Triple Corpse Soul Explosion!"

.....

The servants were unaware of the plan Su Lun and Yekaterina had agreed upon.

Inside the carriage, level-six bodyguard Ralph was the first to notice the anomaly. He reported with a solemn expression, "Miss, three corpses are encircling us. Should your subordinate take care of it?"

"No need."

Yekaterina, who was writing a few words in Xiujuan's handwriting in a notebook, responded.

She then raised an eyebrow and glanced out the window, her gaze still as serene as an ancient well as she watched the corpses encircle them.

After a moment of contemplation, as if recalling something, she murmured, "This Undead Demon Monk is really cautious, not entirely following the script... But this curse magic is quite interesting."

Throughout, her face wore an expression of calm indifference.

...

Inside the cottage, Las Pujing's curse magic had already been released.

The corpses approached the vehicle, forming a triangular point.

From above, one could clearly see a black line forming between the three corpses.

It was like a three-pointed star formation, with the steam vehicle sacrificed in the center.

"Strange, with such a situation, why hasn't the bodyguard come down to check?"

The thought flashed through the Undead Demon Monk's mind, feeling something was amiss.

But the spell was complete and had to be released.

Las Pujing uttered softly, "Explode!"

Upon a closer look, the three nearby corpses suddenly exploded, their limbs and flesh mingled with an invisible force of curse, stirring up a foul-smelling storm.

This was just a not-too-powerful curse magic, enough to kill an ordinary level-five professional, not expecting to definitely kill everyone inside the carriage.

Las Pujing was merely trying to test, also saving effort.

But just as the spell erupted, he suddenly sensed something amiss and his expression drastically changed, "Not good!"

How familiar was this sensation?

Because just a few minutes ago, he had experienced it once!

Without any time to react, Big Beard "puffed" out a mouthful of old blood and violently fell backwards.

"Thud," he crashed to the ground.

Lifeless, he was dead on the spot.

He died again!

The resurrection this time obviously took much longer than the last, nearly a minute later, the "corpse" finally stood up again.

Though he was undying, the backfire of the curse had severely injured him twice in succession.

After resurrecting, Rafael's pupils dilated with horror, "Holy *** mother!"

Thinking about what had just happened, even among the top ten legends, he couldn't maintain his composure and cursed loudly.

A backlash from a level-five spell, and it almost bounced me back to death?

How powerful must that lady's fate be?!

Why would a normal noble lady be like this?

A series of inconceivable thoughts emerged in his mind.

Although he didn't understand why, Rafael instantly realized that there was a big problem!

One could still say it was an accident once, but what about twice?

He immediately realized that there must be something fishy going on.

Rafael, with a fierce look on his face, did not hesitate at all and rushed out of the house.

Besides astrology, he also had the superior close-combat strength of his rank.

He indeed wanted to see what was so peculiar about tonight's events!

...

Meanwhile, in the space of the wax museum,

Young Master William had already become a warm corpse on the ground.

A soul still hovered above the corpse.

Unlike the previous "grey mist", this was almost a complete Spiritual Body, you could even vaguely make out that the facial features resembled William's.

Su Lun, holding a black umbrella, covered the soul under it while extracting a steel needle from the umbrella's shaft, and emotionlessly stabbed it into the floating soul.

With the enslavement spell successful, the ferocious expression on the Spiritual Body immediately numbed.

"It's hard to say how much combat power this soul of Young Master William will exhibit after replacing the fierce spirit of the 'Wind God' Herman wax figure..."

Su Lun pondered for a moment and estimated it could be level seven.

A level eight corpse + a level seven complete soul, both aligned with wind element professions, would certainly not be weak.

Perhaps there would be some wondrous chemical reactions.

This was the advantage of the complete rune black umbrella. Su Lun used this umbrella to knock out William's soul, a method even the previous "Curator" did not possess.

The black umbrella could preserve and nurture souls which meant, Young Master William could retain much of his combat ability from before his death.

Like the capabilities that the previous wax figures did not have: Domains and Dominance.

But without time to try them out, Su Lun gathered all the spoils of war.

Glancing over, the and the desired were both in hand.

The spoils were indeed a fortune.

After all, he was the primary heir of the Lei family, quite wealthy.

The corpse was also collected, being a very rare [A-003-Windtalker] talent corpse. Although severely damaged, the previous stripping techniques used in wax figure creation included repair technology. Patching it up, it could still be used.

Su Lun didn't rush to check out the other spoils but pinched the sorcerer's seals.

The surroundings changed in an instant, and he was once again on the previously chaotic hillside.

As he emerged, he saw a large, bearded man in a black and white robe rushing towards a steam-powered car.

"Huh, why is that guy's soul fluctuation dissipating so intensely..."

Su Lun sensed something and grew slightly curious.

Although he knew the monk had suffered from a curse backfire, it shouldn't have been so severe.

As for Yekaterina's safety, he was not the least bit worried.

After experiencing her "Stargazing Voyage" domain, Su Lun truly felt her strength was unfathomable.

At least, an Undead Demon Monk with exhaustive information, Rasputin, couldn't kill her.

But Su Lun didn't watch for long, he teleported right over.

...

The moment Su Lun appeared, Rasputin noticed him too.

But this guy seemed certain of a kill and wasn't in a hurry to trouble him.

Since he had decided to physically test the reality, he still planned to first understand the situation of Miss Lance from the Lance family in the coach.

The recent backlash from the Curse Magic made him feel that this Miss was a "big trouble"!

This demon monk charged down, and just as he reached the coach, Ralph, the suit-clad bodyguard, teleported in front of him.

Being Yekaterina's bodyguard, he must be an elite among his peers.

Ralph, a sixth-tier, was also a renowned boxing expert in Lington.

Even when facing the intimidation of a top professional, he was fearless, pounding down with heavy, cannon-like fists.

Watching that powerful flurry of punches, Rasputin only had a sneer on his face, unflinchingly choosing to counter the punches head-on.

As the two collided, Ralph landed dozens of punches on this Big Beard demon monk, the violent energy caused "whoosh" sounds of tearing robes.

However, something unexpected happened.

This punch, which could easily obliterate high-tier magical beasts, now seemed to have struck a bronze bell, emitting dull "dong, dong, dong" sounds.

The noise tore through the night sky.

On a closer look, the skin revealed by the torn robes of Rasputin shimmered with an antique bronze metallic luster.

His muscles were lean and knotted, and when tensed, his back muscles bulged together like a ghastly face, creating a very bizarre appearance.

The entire person seemed as though made from steel and copper.

After taking this barrage of punches, the demon monk felt no pain, his eyes only filled with mockery. While resisting the punches, his fists transformed into snakeheads, darting toward Ralph's ribs like lightning.

Ralph, with ample combat experience, knew something was wrong the moment the punch was thrown and his body's aura wrapped in a layer of scale armor adopted a defensive stance.

But in the very next instant, a strange energy circle spread out, and Raphael's face drastically changed.

Because he realized that his body was out of control, and both his aura and armor automatically dissipated!

"Boom!"

In a high-level exchange, a momentary error could determine the winner.

Raphael felt as if he had been rammed by a bull's horn in his ribs, a sharp pain striking him. Almost simultaneously, unable to hold his throat back, a spurt ofblood mixed with bits of flesh gushed out, and he was sent flying tens of meters away.

Even as a seventh-tier professional, he was confident he could resist a direct confrontation for a while, but hadn't he just failed at the first encounter?

Seeing this, Rasputin sneered.

He didn't care about the severely injured bodyguard; his figure ghostly shattered the car window and burst into the coach.

Without the bodyguard, he felt capturing the Miss would be like flipping his hand.

But as the "whoosh" from the shattering sounded, almost simultaneously with this glass breaking, another pane shattered, and the same figure was sent flying out!

The bronze-colored figure flew back a hundred meters and when it landed, it turned out to be Rasputin!

He looked at the car coach incredulously, as if he hadn't yet figured out what had just happened. After a moment's realization, he inwardly cried out, "How... how could she be so strong?!"

It was this moment of being repelled that the demon monk finally understood why his Curse Magic had failed earlier.

It wasn't some anti-curse treasure, nor was it s

This Miss Lance, a member of the family not known for reputation, evidently possessed fighting power comparable to top-tier professionals!

Thinking it through, Rasputin realized there were too many strange occurrences tonight... and the problem was massive.

...

Meanwhile, Su Lun also used the coordinate-directed displacement from his necklace, and teleported into the coach.

He looked at Yekaterina, her body swirling with starlight, and his gaze slightly narrowed.

Even though the murderous aura erupting from her wasn't directed at him, Su Lun still felt a faint tremor in his heart and silently praised, "So strong!"

After exchanging a glance, the two of them saw the tacit understanding in each other's eyes and nodded slightly.

Without saying much, Su Lun's hand conjured a black void, and he quickly drew several maids into a small void world.

At that moment, the Undead Demon Monk outside also cautiously approached.

Su Lun looked at him, his eyes shifting as he deliberately blustered, "We have no grudge against each other, sir. I presume you were hired. Now that I have killed William, whatever he paid you, I'll double it!"

"…"

Rafael heard this and squinted without responding.

Officially, he was indeed hired, but in reality, it was the church's arrangement to assassinate the "Grim Reaper."

From the beginning to the end, the employment of this William Daimyo was merely a facade to engage legitimately without leaving a trace.

Moreover, after suffering the backlash of Curse Magic twice in a row, he now saw the two people in front of him as if they were monsters.

These two had a big secret!

A "Grim Reaper" was one thing, but now even the previously decorative noble young lady turned out to be so strong.

Without understanding this, Rafael would definitely not give up that easily.

How could Su Lun not understand?

He neither expected nor wanted the man to retreat. His long-winded comment was merely to buy himself time to concentrate his spells.

Watching the Undead Demon Monk charge at him ferociously, Su Lun slammed his hand on the ground and shouted, "Action!"

No sooner had he spoken than Yekaterina had already leaped forward.

Su Lun's sorcerer's seals were ready, and with Necromancy, over ten terrifying wax figures appeared around him.

Changing the sorcerer's seals again, he softly chanted, "Puppet Secret Art: Puppet Theater!"

In an instant, a massive cross appeared in the sky, its coverage area expanding, and countless glistening silk threads floated down from above.

Upon another look, several scroll fragments burst open, gargoyles, mechanical armor, and dozens of puppets scattered across the mountainsides...

...

Rafael, watching them engage, was not surprised at all.

Facing adversaries of this caliber, any chance of luck was laughable.

But as strong as these two were, they were, after all, only sixth rank professionals and posed no fatal threat to him.

However, his gaze dwelling on the starlight-enveloped Yekaterina, Rafael recalled the intense encounter from their brief confrontation; he had yet to face an opponent with such sinister methods.

Thinking for a moment, and unable to resolve the mystery of the woman immediately, he decided to prioritize dealing with the "Grim Reaper."

With that thought, he fiercely stomped the ground, and his form shifted like he was teleporting, leaving behind a series of afterimages along the way.

To the naked eye, it seemed like dozens of people appeared, indistinguishable from the real one.

Some of them rushed towards Yekaterina, while others charged at Su Lun.

It was rare for a practitioner of the Mystic class to be adept at close combat, yet this Undead Demon Monk was an exception, as he was proficient in an ancient civilization's lost combat secret technique, "Kumaga Technique."

This was a comprehensive fighting secret technique combining movement, finishing moves, grappling, and pressure point skills.

It was said that this secret technique had seventy-two moves, each capable of being a "Secret Art" level martial technique, very hard to master.

A few of these moves were known in the underground arenas of Lindon, revered as the divine fighting techniques.

What was terrifying was that the monk was proficient in them all.

This bizarre mobility was one of them, "Teleportation!"

A technique purely executed with power and skill, it even made Su Lun feel a hint of spatial fluctuation.

A caw from the black crow on his shoulder reminded him that this man was targeting him.

Being known as one of the "Top Ten Legends," a veteran of the seventh rank, his combat prowess was incomparable to that of the previous William Daimyo.

Su Lun took no chances.

But just as he thought of teleporting away, suddenly, a strange energy field spread out around him.

The dark spiritual power that was originally accumulating suddenly stagnated, and he felt his entire body's hormone secretions go haywire.

The adrenal gland that should have stimulated more secretion suddenly contracted, instead crazily secreting various hormones that induce negative states in the body, which should not be used on the battlefield.

In an instant, it was as if he was engulfed by various negative auras: fear, shock, anxiety, paralysis, desire, limpness... all assaulted his body simultaneously.

The entire sensory world seemed twisted, and for a moment, Su Lun felt as if he was flying.

He lost his senses, control over his body, and the correct perception of the external world.

Having a deep research on human hormone secretion, Su Lun immediately knew what was happening when he encountered this situation and urgently called out in his mind, "Ras Pujing's Domain— 'Paradise World'!"

He had carefully studied the information about this demonic monk before coming.

Although this guy had left few records of battles, his moves were almost always lethal curses. But over the years, the military intelligence archives still had introductions to most of his abilities.

Since he knew, he naturally came prepared.

Almost the moment he was hit, Su Lun immediately closed his eyes, and with a slap, he cast the "Five Senses Stripping."

Yes, he stripped away his own sensory abilities.

This monk's domain was very sinister, able to disrupt human hormone secretion within its range, rendering people powerless. (Intelligence shows this is also the method the lecherous monk used to engage with various noble ladies!)

But the way this domain interferes is through the "senses."

By completely blocking perception, one could almost be unaffected.

But for ordinary people, completely blocking the five senses of eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and body, would render a person almost useless, deprived of all ability to perceive the external world.

Even if not affected, they would still be lambs to the slaughter.

But Su Lun was different; he still had Soul Perception!

Just as he stripped away his perceptions, his body normalized, and he clearly "saw" the fiery soul of the demonic monk striking at him, and without hesitation, he teleported a hundred meters away.

Without hesitation, he raised his scythe and slashed twice.

....

"Huh!"

With a light exclamation, Ras Pujing was clearly surprised that Su Lun had avoided his combo move just now.

As for the two spatial rifts, he barely gave them a glance, his domineering bronze body swiping his arms, directly shattering the rifts.

At the same time, his expression slightly changed, realizing he missed his attack, it was the opponent's turn to strike.

Yekaterina's spell condensed, she lightly shouted, "Domain・Activate!"

Ras Pujing felt as if he saw her cloak herself with the entire starry sky, mysterious and inscrutable, wondering in his heart, "What kind of domain is this?"

The vision flashed by, but even as a seventh-order professional, he had never felt such a vast and oppressive domain.

Without time to ponder, he watched as the sorcerer's seals changed, and Yekaterina's fists gleamed with two dazzling nebulae, "Astrological Alchemy・Gravitational Attraction!"

A terrifying gravitational force struck, and Ras Pujing's face drastically changed.

Just now, it was this bizarre gravitational pull that had landed him a punch.

Without time to think further, that force had already torn his body towards it.

"What kind of strange power is this!"

Ras Pujing shouted in his heart.

If it were brute strength, he still had the confidence to compete with anyone.

But that terrifying gravitational force seemed capable of attracting stars, beyond human resistance.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, his entire body was pulled over as if sucked by a magnet.

This demonic monk reacted extremely quickly, his bronze glow intensified by threefold, dominance enveloping his entire body as he entered a defensive stance.

Yekaterina, with one hand's starry gravitational pull, dragged him in front of her. With her other hand's light orb changing, a deep blue octagram array condensed on her fists: "Astrological Alchemy・Gravitational Collapse!"

Ras Pujing watched in horror, sensing impending doom, yet he was unable to avoid it in time.

He just watched helplessly as that delicate fist landed a punch on his waist.

"Boom!"

A dull sound, like the strike of a bell.

Even with his full defenses, Rafael felt as if his soul was about to be shattered by that punch.

"Crack," "crack," the sound of metal splitting.

With a glance out of the corner of his eye, he saw a web-like crack already appearing on the metallic skin around his waist.

One could imagine how terrifying the power of that punch was!

"How is it possible? She actually broke my protective golden body with one punch?"

Though he instantly recovered as before, a huge shock went through Rafael's heart.

For that punch just now, he had thought it might be a Tier 7 professional.

But this was clearly a Tier 6!

What kind of monster was this?

Why had the Lance family, who had cultivated such a prodigious daughter, not released any information about her?

As the shock passed through his mind in a flash, he abruptly retreated hundreds of meters, finally completely absorbing that strange strength.

...

Su Lun teleported out several hundred meters before opening his eyes, just in time to see Yekaterina punch Rafael and send him flying.

He too was extremely shocked, "What the hell... is she that fierce?"

He had thought Yekaterina's astrology profession was of a mysterious type, and her combat style would involve various spell attacks.

However, he hadn't expected such a brutal, punch-to-flesh confrontation that made it all seem so surreal.

A Tier 7 professional was sent flying with a punch?

The legendary "Undead Demon Monk" Rafael was broken through?

A glint appeared in Su Lun's eyes.

So this seemingly quiet and delicate teammate actually had such formidable combat power?

Though his mind was in shock, Su Lun's actions were not hindered.

Having moved out of the monk's domain of influence, he directly controlled dozens of wax figures and several puppets to unleash a barrage of attacks.

As long as his real body didn't die, this puppet army possessed lethal threats even to Tier 7 professionals.

Various alchemical bullets flew wildly, and the wax figures bombarded the area with spells.

...

And as they fought, the coordination between Su Lun and Yekaterina became more and more seamless.

Yekaterina took on the role of a tank, standing firm and outputting attacks, with one hand pulling with gravitational attraction and the other collapsing it.

One pull, one strike, her combat power was explosive.

She also had a layer of strange protective starlight on her body, and even the monk with his not insignificant skills couldn't touch her momentarily.

With a tank like her to keep the BOSS occupied, Su Lun's environment for outputting became much better.

He had learned well and orbited around Yekaterina as the center, employing various maneuvers.

Every time the monk tried to attack him, he was intermittently pulled by the strange gravitational forces and then barraged by the puppet army.

In this way, the teamwork between Su Lun and Yekaterina managed to dominate Rafael, the legendary "Undead Demon Monk," to the point of helplessness.

Puppets were destroyed one after another, but immediately more appeared; the wax statues were elemental, their energy also inexhaustible for the moment.

As long as this guy didn't escape the battle ring where the two were coordinating, there was even a possibility he could be worn down to death!

For nearly half an hour the three of them entangled, exhausting all techniques, neither side gaining the upper hand.

Clearly, though, Rafael was slightly losing in this war of attrition.

Finally, the monk, seeing himself about to take heavy damage, retreated explosively by hundreds of meters.

Both sides separated temporarily, facing each other across a mountain pass.

But as long as Rafael chose to avoid battle, neither Su Lun nor Yekaterina could do anything about him.

But this guy also hadn't found any hope of breaking the combined forces of the two.

The situation suddenly seemed to have reached a deadlock.

Su Lun, looking at Rafael with an ugly expression, continued to provoke him verbally, "Now you've also tried but couldn't kill us. We can't kill you either. How about we stop here? The triple commission I mentioned before is still valid."

Upon hearing this, Rafael's eyes filled with a cold glint, and he remained silent.

He was here to kill, not for the money.

But having just tried, he no longer had any assurance of being able to kill these two.

If things continued like this, waiting for the Lance family or the masters from the Regadia area to come to aid, there would no longer be such an opportunity.

With this in mind, the demon monk seemed to make a decision and suddenly let out a cold laugh, "Hehehe... I must admit, both of you have indeed exceeded my expectations. Even, if everyone in Luying knew that Miss Lance possessed the strength of a top-tier fighter, they would be shocked beyond belief. But... don't you think that you can leave alive tonight?"

This cold laugh seemed to imply: Alright, I'm done pretending.

Su Lun listened without any expression, but continued taunting, "I'm not afraid to tell you, I've already contacted Lyndon, and soon reinforcement will arrive. You don't really think that just because you're a legendary hunter, you can definitely kill us, do you?"

Yet in his heart, he was anticipating some imminent events: I've waited so long, is it finally coming?

Rafael ignored the threat and chanted to the sky, invoking the name of a divine deity, "O great Lord of Calamity above, your devout follower begs for your power..."

As the spell was chanted, the muscles under the demon monk's skin also began to move. On closer inspection, they resembled worms wriggling.

At the same time, his momentum grew increasingly stronger, and a terrifying and indescribable will descended upon this world.

Su Lun's complexion drastically changed when he saw this!

He swiftly put away Yekaterina and without hesitation turned and fled, appearing several hundred meters away in a blink.

Seeing this, Rafael showed no surprise nor did he pursuit, only a mocking sneer on his face, "Heh... Running away?"

"You think you can escape?"

It wasn't long before that will fully descended, and the demon monk's momentum suddenly changed, becoming ethereal.

Once again, he took out the previously collected blood and began chanting the mysterious incantations of Curse Magic.

With the chant of the spell, a black nine-pointed star magic circle instantly appeared.

Rafael shouted, "Curse Magic: Nashmara's Gaze!"

Simultaneously, a gigantic hollow eye appeared in the sky, as if a True God was watching over the mortal realm.

With the divine power augmenting the same technique!

Whoever it targets would undoubtedly die!

Can your fate be tougher than a god?

As the technique solidified, a wild smile broke across Rafael's face, as if he could already see Su Lun's death.

...

Meanwhile, sensing that indescribable will that he had once encountered, Su Lun looked panicked, but actually, he was not surprised.

As if he had been waiting for a long time, he merely murmured, "Has it finally come out?"

Even with the overwhelming murderous aura pressing down, causing a tingling sensation on his scalp, Su Lun wasn't much perturbed.

At that moment, the concrete crisis of death from the god rapidly approached, and a beam of black light reached across thousands of meters in an instant.

Su Lun's expression was calm yet slightly tense, with only a hint of madness betting it all.

The medium for the Curse Magic was his own blood, a vulnerability left from the beginning.

For this very moment!

In an instant, he seemed to transform, his fingers forming an orchid sign, a very strange yet "cute" smile lifting the corners of his mouth. He opened his eyes and stared directly at the mysterious will descending from the sky, letting out a girlish, sinister giggle, "Hehehe, interesting... "

In that moment, the light of the curse fell.

Su Lun stood bathed in the black light, his smile still radiant.

In the distance, Rafael, whose aura was as mighty as a god's, suddenly spit out a mouthful of old blood.

The demon monk, yet again, died on the spot!