Apocalyptic Era: Starting from picking up a Bishoujo -
Chapter 119 - 115 VS Weirdo Maker 3
Chapter 119: 115 VS Weirdo Maker 3
Entering the Fire Element form was unconditional for me.
Not only was it unnecessary to summon a fireball with my right hand to ignite myself, but the condition of "igniting myself" itself was also unnecessary. Since my body was composed of flames from the start, I was already burning. Whether to enter the Fire Element form was entirely up to my thoughts in a moment.
As expected, the Weirdo Maker most likely intended to use the black mist to teleport us to the Human Bureau’s stronghold, or some other place that could "deal with" us. If it were just me here, I would have been happy to indulge him and see what the destination had in store. However, since there were two other people here, it was necessary to prioritize safety.
As the Fire Sea engulfed the entire street, the black mist blanketing this area, potent enough to make ordinary people lose consciousness, was all destroyed.
Laws without the backing of violence were no better than waste paper, and mechanisms without the support of power were equally void. Under the assault of the flames, not only did the black mist fail to exert its ability to seal off superpowers, but it was also sealed off by the flames in turn. The whole process was like pouring boiling water onto a loose pile of snow; wherever the flames spread, the black mist dissolved and dissipated.
And the Weirdo Maker standing in front of me was burnt to death by the flames on the spot, much like the previous two entities.
But, things were not yet over. There was still un-destroyed black mist. High in the air, dozens of meters off the ground, I saw a cluster of black mist emerge, releasing a strange silhouette.
It was still the Weirdo Maker, only this time, there was a small point of light that appeared in the palm of his hand. It somewhat resembled my "Firefly," but the color was different. My "Firefly" was orange-red, while the light point in his palm was white. That white light point then quickly sank into his palm after appearing.
While he was continuously falling, at this moment, his body suddenly stopped mid-air. Black horns grew from his head and black wings like those of a bat sprouted from his back, with a slender black tail appearing behind him. He looked like a Demon.
The three Weirdos I had encountered in the past also evoked images of demons. However, unlike those that could be described as Sheep-headed Demons, the image of the Weirdo Maker after his transformation was more in line with demons depicted in literary works as mimicking human appearances.
He indeed had battle capabilities.
Was this the real one coming out?
"Weirdo?" Zhu Shi also saw this scene.
"You call me a weirdo?" The Weirdo Maker was surveying the blazing streets from above when he heard the voice below and said with a lost laugh, "Do you think I’m some kind of lab rat?"
With that said, he moved his wings. God knows what he was thinking, but he dove toward us like lightning—
However, this description of "like lightning" is from the standard of a normal person. Even though I was aware that his speed was very fast, to me at the moment, his speed was no different from a slow crawl.
In my Fire Element form, I could fly, and flying at several times the speed of sound was no trouble if I wished. His speed, by my estimation, was at most around three hundred kilometers an hour. This speed might surpass that of most human terrestrial vehicles, but it still paled in comparison to me.
I maneuvered my body swiftly into the high skies, arriving in front of him. Describing this "manipulation of flight" isn’t easy—it’s like being grasped by an invisible hand and then hoisted into the sky, and this hand obeyed my thoughts.
To put it crudely, I was like a doll being lifted by a claw crane machine, only the remote control was in my hands. Fortunately, I was in a state of super-accelerated consciousness at the moment, so this process, although swift in an outsider’s view, felt relatively smooth to me.
After arriving in front of the Weirdo Maker and before he could react, I reached out to grab the silver metal mask on his face.
Since he knew a lot about Zhu Shi, I, like Zhu Shi, suspected whether Lu Youxun’s face might be revealed beneath the mask.
But upon lifting the mask, what was revealed was not the face of Lu Youxun, but a face I did not recognize.
First of all, it goes without saying, it was a man’s face. About forty or so in age, with mature and proper features, even handsome, he had a look well-suited for action movies. It’s said that performance personalities tend to emerge in good-looking people; perhaps he could be one such example.
Even if he is not Lu Youxun, the latter’s suspicion is not eliminated yet. There may be a private exchange of information between them.
I then turned everything below his head to ashes.
As expected, this still wasn’t the body of the Weirdo Maker.
Almost at the same moment I killed the opponent, black mist appeared once again from all directions in the air. Out of it emerged more than ten Weirdo Makers identical to the one I had just dealt with.
After appearing, except for one that stood still, the other Weirdo Makers turned into a murky light, and even the falling head turned into black light. In an instant, it merged into the body of the former. The Weirdo Maker that merged with all the lights showed a visible dark wavelike aura that called to mind the air distortion caused by high temperatures.
I didn’t intervene. Since all the others had merged into this entity, could this one be the main body? I attempted to analyze and discern the essence of this while observing.
"Let’s start again," he turned his head to look at me, then aimed his palm at me.
Immediately, as if suddenly struck by a heavy truck loaded with steel coils, an invisible yet massive shock hit me directly.
Last time I threw the Shadow Swapping Monster hundreds of meters away, this time it was my turn to enjoy this treatment. In a blink of an eye, I was hurled hundreds of meters away, my fiery body becoming tattered and ragged, the view in my vision rapidly shifting.
However, this impact was still a Physical Attack. No matter if I was ripped to pieces or pressed into a pulp, it essentially was just changing my "skin". An impact of this degree, even enhanced a million times, couldn’t hurt me. I even had the leisure to daydream while airborne.
Altering my spatial position was also in vain. It seemed like I was knocked hundreds of meters away, but in reality, where the flame was, there I was. As long as the Fire Sea burning that street didn’t extinguish, I was as good as standing there unmoved.
It’s just that it wouldn’t look good to be blown away so easily, I’d have to work out how to fix my position next time.
Also, something else was bothering me.
If the Weirdo Maker’s goal was to ambush us in return, taking us as test subjects to the Human Bureau, why would he stay and fight me now that his goal has failed?
The power disparity between him and me should be quite clear. Could it be that he believes he has a chance to win?
His black mist seemed to have properties similar to the grey mist of the Mist Dream Realm. Could I interpret this to mean that he too is related to the Divine Seal Fragment?
Could he be someone from the Mist Dream Realm?
Excluding the mysterious Master of Divine Seal, the most suspicious would be Number One, following the process of elimination.
The Number One I remember was indeed a tall and thin male figure, and he wasn’t very polite when he spoke.
However, compared to the arrogance and pretension of the Weirdo Maker, Number One’s impoliteness was still within normal limits, and sometimes, one could even sense the goodwill behind his harsh words.
The Weirdo Maker was pursuing me in the air. His current speed was more than twice that of before, estimated to be over seven or eight hundred kilometers per hour. Objects moving at such speeds are basically hard to find a reference for in daily life. Even though commercial airplanes could reach this speed, it’s unlikely anyone could use them as a reference for intuitive sensing of speed. My current estimates, though, were admittedly not all that confident.
One thing was certain; the Weirdo Maker had already exceeded the capabilities of Zhu Shi and Mazao. I should not deal with this enemy near them.
Looking at the distance I was flung, around six to seven hundred meters away, I felt it was about right, and quickly came to a halt in midair.
Then, I manipulated my right arm, transforming it into a long dragon of flame, reaching out toward the Weirdo Maker.
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