Chapter 524 Infighting

524 Infighting

The illusory eye between the Demon Warlocks brows bore a remarkable resemblance to the Eye of Mystery Prying from the Warlock pathway. However, this ent.i.ty took a unique form, manifesting as a vertical eye rather than the typical manifestation within the eye itself. Lumian had never encountered or heard of such a phenomenon before.

While a Mystery Pryer might experience similar abnormalities as a High-

Sequence Beyonder, it was clear that Burman hadnt reached the Saint level. Otherwise, Lumian would have been the one fleeing, not him. In such a scenario, Lumian might not have been able to escape even if he desired; his only hope would be that the residual aura of the Blood Emperor could momentarily distract Burman, enabling him to teleport away.

Considering the authorities wanted poster, information from 007, and details gathered from Philip and others, Lumian had long concluded that a Demon Warlock like Burman couldnt be a Sequence 4he certainly wasnt audacious enough to hunt a demiG.o.d.

Based on the illusory vertical eye and Burmans diverse, comprehensive abilities, Lumian sensed a true alignment with the characteristics of a Warlock. However, no Warlocks Eye of Mystery Prying resembled this. Not only did it grow between the brows and become a vertical eye, marked with pale-white patterns against a nearly black background, but it also possessed the ability to intimidate others Spirit Bodies, revealing a perceived truth.

In that moment, Lumian felt as if he had been stripped of all externalities, leaving only his Spirit Body to resist Burmans. Yielding or failing would result in fainting or enslavement.

Fortunately, the truth on him was beyond the perception of Low- to Mid-

Sequence Beyonders, and Burman was no exception. Before Lumian could activate the Blood Emperors residual aura, the Demon Warlock suffered a backlash, nearly incapacitating him.

Moreover, Burmans command over the undead and the protection he received after fainting surpa.s.sed typical Warlock capabilities. Even if others could achieve similar effects with learned or invented spells, it wouldnt be to that extent, let alone so effortlessly.

Which evil G.o.ds pathway is this? Or has Burman, a Warlock, been corrupted and acquired abnormal traits? That would explain the non-human details on him. After conducting so many resurrection experiments, he wouldnt lack the kind that sacrifices to evil G.o.ds

The illusory vertical eye was undeniably powerful and bizarre. I couldnt withstand it head-on. Were it not for the protection of Mr. Fools seal, Termiboros, and the lingering aura of the Blood Emperorall surpa.s.sing my current levelI might have met my demise at Burmans hands. Lumians thoughts raced as he quickly made a guess.

Seizing this moment to counteract the impact of the explosion, he retrieved the golden straw hat from his Travelers Bag and placed it on his head before disappearing.

Lumian teleported to 16 Rue Coreas, the entrance of Fidel Guerras opulent residence.

While Demon Warlock Burman had the means to escape, the same couldnt be said for this prominent merchant!

If Burman had been in good condition when he fled, Lumian worried that he might return out of professional courtesy and rescue his employer. However, since Burman had been rendered unconscious and taken away by some undead creature, he wouldnt be returning to 16 Rue Coreas. He wouldnt even after waking up either. The more time pa.s.sed, the more likely Fidel Guerras house would become a trap for the Demon Warlock.

Hence, Lumian still had time to ponder Burmans Sequence and the non-

human issues he exhibited.

His deliberate delay served a purpose.

If Demon Warlock Burman were to wake up promptly and flee with his employer, Lumians calculated delay of a minute or two would ensnare both of them.

Standing at the entrance of 16 Rue Coreas, Lumians brow furrowed slightly.

As a Hunter, he detected a faint scent of blood emanating from inside the house.

After a moment of consideration, Lumian gently pushed open the dark-blue door.

It was unlocked.

The door bore splatters of fresh blood that hadnt fully congealed. It seemed as though someone in a panic had sought refuge here, unlocking the door just before being pursued and torn to pieces.

However, there were no remnants of the corpse to be found.

Lumian halted at the doorway, listening intently. The entire house remained eerily silent.

Did Fidel act swiftly, eliminating those in the know and relocating to safety before Burman could strike me down?

In such a scenario, if Burmans operation proved successful and he uncovered the reasons for my suspicions and if there were others privy to the information, Fidel could use the pretext of a late-night attack by Black Baronet and other pirates, where he nearly lost his life. Escaping wouldnt have been easy before returning here. Alternatively, he might vanish forever, adopting a new ident.i.ty to embark on a fresh business venture Lumian pondered this mystery as he navigated past the blood-stained area at the entrance, intending to search the house for clues. His goal was to uncover the exact relations.h.i.+p between Fidel Guerra and Demon Warlock Burman.

Leaving the door slightly ajar, he proceeded towards the staircase, the scent of blood lingering in the air.

Perhaps sensing his approach, heavy footsteps suddenly echoed.

Amidst the rhythmic sounds of footsteps, a figure emerged from the bas.e.m.e.nt, coming into Lumians line of sight.

It wasnt human, or rather, it couldnt be deemed human any longer.

Standing three to four meters tall, its body comprised fragments from various human corpses. It possessed a mix of feminine curves and masculine traits, sewn together by linen threads, with blood-stained mucus dripping from the joints.

This person featured a relatively intact head, with only one sourceFidel Guerra, a mixed-blood Intis and Feynapotter.

The merchants head didnt align with the body; it was as if a childs head had been placed on a half-giants neck. Dark brown eyes, vacant yet still filled with fear and confusion, stared out.

Dead? Fidel is dead? Did he turn himself into a monster? Lumian pondered. Just as this thought crossed his mind, the st.i.tched corpse lunged forward, dragging three human leg bones that seemed fused together.

A pale-white flame ignited on the colossal bone sword.

Lumians eyes narrowed, and his body abruptly vanished, reappearing instantly behind the ma.s.sive st.i.tched corpse.

Ha!

He opened his mouth and emitted a pale-yellow light.

However, the light struck Fidels head, failing to disorient him, let alone render him unconscious.

It became apparent that the undead creature was immune to the Spell of Harrumph!

Almost simultaneously, the rapidly running sutured corpse forcefully pivoted, emitting a m.u.f.fled sound from its throata language Lumian didnt understand or a word carrying magical effects.

Lumians soul trembled, as if cowed by evil and death.

He momentarily froze.

The sutured corpse turned around, advancing with purpose. It raised the colossal bone sword, burning with pale-white flames, and slashed at Lumians head.

Lumian, experienced in such situations, mostly stemming from encounters with high-level ent.i.ties, found the current threat less severe than the consequences of the Demon Warlocks illusory vertical eye.

Just in time, Lumian woke up, activating the black mark on his right shoulder.

Amidst the howling wind, the colossal bone sword, engulfed in pale-white flames, struck the afterimage left behind.

This time, Lumian materialized close to the st.i.tched corpses back, stabbing the Symphony of Hatred retrieved from his Travelers Bag into it.

With a pfft, the pitch-black bone flute, seemingly fragile, plunged into the st.i.tched corpses flesh.

The flaxen threads burst open, and chunks of flesh and blood peeled off, revealing a dark-red heart emitting pale-white flames.

Lumian extended his left hand, pressing it against the near-fatal wound. The crimson fireball, nearly white, compressed layer by layer as it was pushed in.

Utilizing the reactive force, Lumian abruptly flew backward, dodging the ma.s.sive bone sword that slashed at him.

Rumble!

In midair, he witnessed crimson, nearly white flames erupt from the sutured corpse, tearing apart the beating heart.

Rumble!

The sutured corpse disintegrated, and the flesh and blood of various humans scattered on the ground.

Bang! Fidels head landed in a pile of flesh and blood, the blankness giving way to a pained expression.

Who turned you into this? Lumian inquired, glancing out the window, sensing that the explosion would likely draw the attention of the patrolling police.

Fidels head opened its mouth, words m.u.f.fled and filled with hatred.

Itsits Burman!

Burman? Lumian was taken aback. Were you infighting?

Fidels head throbbed with pain as his voice trailed off.

I thought you were testing me. I wanted to observe for a few more days, b-

but he couldnt wait. He w-wanted to kill you tonight. I didnt agree, and he killed everyone in the house

H-hes a true lunatic!

At this point, Fidels head lolled, his eyes closed, and he fell silent.

Demon Warlock Burmans mental state is quite problematic Lumian thought. Is that why he killed his employers entire household? If he really wanted to kill me, he could have acted alone Lumian had previously considered whether Fidel would think he was baiting him. For this reason, he deliberately created the illusion that he was baiting Black Baronet to lull Fidel. As for the effect, Lumian didnt care too much. If Fidel didnt take the bait, he would use another method. Fis.h.i.+ng wasnt the only method in his a.r.s.enal.

Unexpectedly, this triggered infighting between Fidel and Burman.

Lumian believed even he couldnt bring himself to do such a thing when his psychological problems were at their worst. That was unless Fidel provoked him, such as pointing out that only a lunatic would believe in resurrection.

Observing the corpse fragments for a while, Lumian noticed no signs of a Beyonder characteristic emerging.

Curse my luck. Burman must have taken it. He shook his head and walked towards the room where the safe might be.