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The magic power injected by Frankenstein is converted into magic power after material conversion, just like a "short-term recovery trial" in the state of "failure pause". The trial phase has already started, and Weston, who has material conversion, does not need to feel overwhelmed by magic power. worried.

……

The surrounding London street scene disappeared, and the Whitechapel and the Thames River all turned into black mist again, pouring into Weston's body.Then, the surrounding scene returned to the normal corridor, and even the trap room had disappeared.

The walls and bricks on the ground were analyzed into silver particles through Weston's opened magic eyes, and poured into his body, maintaining the continuation of life.

No, not just parsing.Even those bricks and stones were directly absorbed into his body like air at the moment of transformation.

"You are..." Atalanta was surprised, she seemed to understand what Weston had done, but she had to feel admiration.

While being devoured by the resentful spirits, he uses the substances here to transform his life by his own means.

He knew that he would die, but he accepted it resolutely. Even though he was freed at this moment, he didn't seem to plan to purify the black mist in his body. Did he just use the substance in the sky garden to maintain his own actions?

What a majestic gesture this is!

Joan of Arc showed a relieved expression when she saw him like this, but there was still a black halo on the surface of Weston's body, his whole body glowed with black light, and inside was a human body, like a black Same as the sun.

"Soul-eating?" Joan murmured in a low voice.The behavior of Weston at this moment is obviously Assassin's ability, otherwise the magic power would not be so simple and directly transferred to life force to maintain his human body.

Such a man, how would she describe...a human being who is always racing against death?Or is it the demon king who has returned in triumph to accept the evil of mankind and walk in the world?

There is an illusion rising in Joan's heart, it seems that this is in line with Weston's essence-that is, he who has taken off his disguise is his true face.

It can only be said that it is unbelievable that Weston's current state is neither a human being nor a heroic spirit, a foreign object that possesses everything of a vengeful spirit but dominates everything with a human personality.

"Impossible...!" On the other side of the screen, Semiramis gritted his teeth after seeing that face.

"What's impossible? This is part of being human."

From what Weston just showed, Joan clearly knows that the 'part of human being' is definitely not the reaction of the body, but the manifestation of 'evil'.

Semiramis was stunned on the screen, his pupils constricted.The other party was able to respond to her words, but the distance between them was still hundreds of meters away.

"Is it that surprising? The ugliness you want to see has been seen, Semiramis. Even if you live with hope, you will show me these human sins, accept them, and as a human being, Have I got what you want?"

Weston looked up, looking directly at the false reality.

"..." Semiramis felt intuitively that the man on the other side of the screen was dangerous.Besides, the other party already knew her location, so leaving the hall immediately and retreating to the room of Caster and the Holy Grail would be the most correct choice.

However, how could she, who is so proud, escape in such a desperate way? Even if she is a king and not a general, she will never allow herself to do something embarrassing with her back to the enemy.

"As I wish, you haven't revealed your 'pure' side yet." What a twist, this man.

"There is no pure light world, and there is no pure darkness distortion. What you want is just your narrow vision."

"You say my vision is narrow?" Semiramis asked sullenly.

"Human beings have been born neither black nor white since ancient times. Boundaries, colors..." This is Weston's soliloquy, and it is also a kind of spiritual chant.

"The ignorant people of the world...

one side for 'justice'

One Side Named 'Evil'

It does not know its own nature as...

Chaos——! "

Chapter 190 From the time of the eighth birth, it is the breeder of the devil king

"Varied…!?"

Only one side of black mist was released from Weston's body, and then rushed in all directions with the momentum of devouring everything in the world.

All the candles on the walls were extinguished in an instant, and the candles dissolved quickly.The murals, and even the substance of the wall itself, were covered by the black mist and quickly turned into nothingness particles, and then assimilated.

Semiramis looked surprised. In a range of [-] meters, separated by countless rooms and walls, in just an instant, a fraction of her hanging garden structure was swallowed up by the black mist.The black mist surged towards the main hall, causing her expression to change uncontrollably.

The corrosive, devouring black mist seems to be the release of the dark mist, but its ability is completely different from the previous black assassin.

Semiramis froze in place for a moment, and immediately sensed the nature of the black mist.

Black Assassin's [Soul Eater], and [Dark Mist City], plus the man's own ability [Material Transformation and Looting], the combination of the three abilities is the truth of this black mist.Long before Weston devoured Spartacus's 'Honor of the Masochistic', Semiramis was not surprised at this man's ability to plunder other Heroic Spirits.

"That is to say, the material plunder converted everything on my hanging garden into magic power, and then absorbed it through the black assassin's soul-eating skill to spread the black mist beyond the range..." Semiramis said to himself.

If so, then...

Semiramis tapped a few times in the void, and the purple light and shadow spots on the tip of her index finger appeared in the void. Several words appeared in the void, and twelve magic circles gathered in front of her, gushing out purple beams of light.

"If it's a battle of strength, I'm invincible here!" Semiramis snorted coldly.

The magic array of the Age of Gods, the rays of the magic of the Age of Gods shot from the hall to the incoming black mist, the sound of buzzing sounded, the atmosphere was distorted, and it penetrated the range of the black mist for a moment, reached its starting point, and broke through the wall of the sky garden. to the sky.

Joan of Arc and Atalanta in the dark city of fog, twelve beams of light struck in front of them, jumped up immediately, and fled in different directions to avoid the attack of the twelve beams of light.They didn't think of reminding Weston, because of such an attack, even if they didn't remind, Weston's strength would dodge by himself.

But what they never expected was that Weston, standing there like that, suddenly stopped moving.

"Be careful!" Atalanta shouted, such an attack would be useless even if the honor of the abused was launched.This is a powerful magic from the age of gods that will be erased together with the body. If the heart and brain do not exist, there is no possibility of activating the ability in an instant of death.

Boo!

A beam of light passed directly in front of Weston, and his body was swallowed by the beam of light in an instant. The encounter of purple light and black light in an instant made both Atalanta and Joan's eyes widen.

"Could it be..."