Chapter 46 The Man Behind the Scenes

At this moment, the ceremony is less than an hour away from the end.

To be precise, there are still twenty minutes left.

Even if Aiwass can control the Iron Hook Demon and let it lead him, it is too late.

Not to mention how scary it is to take a carriage with this thing, even if he can find a way to take a carriage, it is too late.

The reserved time for this ceremony is four hours, and little Aiwass was cursed when he entered.

According to the "ideal situation" calculated by the Pillar God who created the dream, Aiwass should take Lulu out of the cathedral and go directly to the Legal Square, and the journey in between is half an hour.

When they arrived, the Iron Hook Demon appeared for the first time. After cooperating with Sherlock to repel it, they still have more than three hours left for them to gather their partners, follow the Iron Hook Demon to find the murderer, and defeat it. What is needed is Sherlock's wisdom.

This shows that his location is not so easy to find. It may require reasoning from the path of wisdom to find it.

However, Aiwass thinks that his brain is also very useful, and he should be able to find it with the Iron Hook Demon leading the way.

The only miscalculation of Aiwas was that this enemy was a bit stubborn.

After trying to attack the Bone Sculpture once, the Curse Master still didn't give up. He sent the Iron Hook Demon to try again.

But this time he didn't defeat him, but injured the Iron Hook Demon. This shows that the "Bone Sculpture" is indeed a very powerful extraordinary person, and he should be the force in their team. This directly led to the time being almost over when Aiwas was attacked.

This should have been a good thing. It means that he only needs to dodge to use up time and win.

However, what Aiwas wanted was to kill back.

Even if he couldn't find out who was behind the scenes, at least he had to see what this Curse Master looked like with his own eyes.

... Then, now he can only hope for "possibility".

He still has a chance to see the Curse Master in less than twenty minutes.

It's not teleportation. Because Aiwas doesn't have the means to curse the Curse Master in return.

——It's a counter-summoning.

After the Iron Hook Demon completes its mission, it will be recalled by the Curse Master. Just like it was recalled after failing to attack Lulu.

Suddenly appearing in front of the curser, this can certainly be regarded as a kind of "teleportation".

Just let Aiwass merge his mind into the Iron Hook Demon like Jack the Ripper.

This ritual has emphasized that it is not necessary to survive.

Then, he can do an experiment now.

Even if it fails, it will definitely not be a loss... an experiment that cannot be carried out in reality.

——How strong can the "Shepherding Technique" that voluntarily sacrifices one's entire life be?

Without using any auxiliary materials and being weak itself, can the highly efficient self-sacrifice match the enhancement of the Iron Hook Demon by Jack the Ripper's serial killing ritual?

Anyway...

"Eat in silence, my lamb."

Looking at the Iron Hook Demon staring at him with wide eyes, Aiwas whispered, holding the paper cutter tightly: "I am the Holy Communion, this is mercy."

He now has no essential oil that can be infused with mana, and his hand is not a pure silver ritual knife, but a paper cutter.

It's like a big meal without spices for seasoning. It also lacks decoration.

But as long as the food is delicious and large, its original taste is enough to move people.

What's more, the one who enjoys the delicious meal is not the arrogant upper demon, but just the despicable Iron Hook Demon born from the embryonic soul crushed by the iron hook.

It is a little demon that broke free from the hatred of the predetermined death and became in hatred and anger in order to disobey the will of "not being born".

It has no pride.

"Take the blood from my neck and drink it like sweet wine--"

Aiwas chanted loudly, opening himself up like a zipper.

——From left to right, he cut his throat firmly with a paper cutter.

He cut the artery above the collarbone.

Aiwass's consciousness immediately became blurred, and his vision became dim.

But his brain seemed to become clear, as if the flow of time had slowed down.

He clearly felt the feeling of his life slipping away quickly. But it was not that his life was pulled out of his flesh and blood and sank into the void... but that his entire soul and the fiery magic power flowed out along with the blood on his neck and condensed into crystals.

Dong——

"...He should have committed suicide."

When the death knell sounded, Sherlock said in a deep voice.

Lulu nodded with some sadness.

In the abandoned warehouse, the lifeless body of "Julio" fell backwards heavily.

But his blood did not soak the surrounding land, but sprayed out like a fountain in a posture that defied physical common sense.

It was not even liquid, but rubies one after another. Scattered in the air, solidified into red pearls.

Like a puppy or kitten anxious to eat, the Iron Hook Demon made a whimpering sound, and the anger and ferocity on its face completely disappeared, leaving only the purest greed and obsession.

Crystal blood beads flew towards it and landed on it.

The Iron Hook Demon ate greedily.

The frost marks on its body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its body gradually expanded. From the size of a hound, it became the size of a human teenager, and then the size of an adult.

The blood-moist redness on its body gradually faded. The white and smooth skin was exposed, with only scarlet lines like sutures remaining. Even some muscles have grown on the four arms, and the four rusty iron hooks stained with blood have disappeared.

Its face was ferocious and ugly, and its facial features were completely misaligned on its huge head. The four arms pointed in different directions.

The six limbs are completely different in size, thickness, and even joints and directions. It lies low on the ground, like a fragmented human being painted by an abstract writer.

Its ignorant but hateful eyes became a little clearer, revealing some incomplete humanity.

And that anger and hatred also settled into more solid grief and hatred.

The blood was quickly licked up by it.

And it whimpered, squatting on the ground, lying on Aiwass's body, and continued to lick the bloody mouth on the neck of Aiwass's body.

It licked and licked, then suddenly looked up to the sky and roared. It roared like a wild wolf looking at the moon

Then it seemed to make up its mind and began to eat Aiwass's body.

When Aiwass gradually woke up from the chaos, he saw that his body had disappeared on a scarlet ground.

And his perspective at this moment has become that of the Hook Demon.

——In other words, it is the evolved "Deformed Limb Demon".

It is a demon born from the soul of a person who was born with deformed limbs and died of persecution. He has a deep hatred for almost the entire group of "normal people".

This is already a high-level demon.

This is an elite with a level above level 40. Less than ten levels behind Shadow Demon.

While losing the ability to teleport around the cursed person, he has a nearly immortal vitality, strong strength and speed, and the ability to temporarily reshape his six deformed limbs according to his own wishes.

and an equally low level of intelligence.

Aiwass felt very clearly the seemingly endless vitality coming from his body, the surging sea-like power, and his three strongly pumping hearts.

He now has confidence that even if "he" is cut into pieces by a chainsaw or crushed repeatedly by boulders, he will never die easily.

However, the ecstasy, joy, sadness, hatred... from the "Deformed Limb Demon" are also being transmitted continuously, proving that it has not been snatched to death by Aiwass. Instead, he voluntarily became his partner...

…and “the bearer.”

Carrying Aiwass's soul like a turtle until he found a chance to be reborn.

"It turns out that after using the shepherding method to completely feed yourself to the devil, will you temporarily become one with the devil?"

He lowered his body and made a vague and moist low sound from his two mouths: "The 'nutrition' is enough to allow lower-level demons to directly evolve into higher-level demons..."

No wonder demons follow “shepherds.” For demons who are beyond the path, this is indeed an irresistible temptation.

According to the normal evolutionary route, it would probably take several years to evolve from a hook demon to a deformed limb demon according to the extreme training method of Jack the Ripper.

Aiwass originally thought that it would be enough to grow through ten rituals, but he never expected that he had far underestimated the value of the shepherding technique and the "voluntary sacrifice".

It's not that Shadow Demon is greedy.

But he does smell good...

The head was completely misaligned and even had three eyes, with the three eyes looking in different directions. Adapting to this unique and fresh perspective, and slowly becoming familiar with the instinct of using his "abnormal limb".

After a while, he finally heard his "master"'s somewhat urgent call.

"...William? William? That's great, we've made contact... If everything goes well, come back soon, good boy! Be careful not to shout too loudly or reveal your existence-"

The ferocious demon lying on the ground showed a terrifying and terrifying smile.

"Uh-oh-wow-"

He imitated the old Hook Demon and responded with meaningless sounds like a baby crying or a puppy whimpering.

The curse master on the opposite side obviously didn't expect it.

"Hey, hey, stop shouting. I'm going to pull you back now, don't move around..."

He launched the counter-summoning spell without warning.

The space around him seemed to be misaligned and cracked. It's like the feeling of weightlessness and overweight on an elevator, except that the "direction source" of that feeling is behind you.

It was as if he was suddenly "pulled backward" by a huge force, and was dragged far behind.

What suddenly appeared in front of Aiwass was a middle-aged man in his fifties with a brown face and large gemstone rings on all ten fingers.

He looks slightly fat, with a round belly and a slightly stooped back. His black curly hair was slightly oily, and his small eyes were dark and focused, with not much white to be seen. If it weren't for the fact that he was dressed too richly, his face would only remind people of an honest countryman. And even if the things he wears look expensive, he has just become a wealthy country gentry.

"William, you did a great job..."

The Curse Master habitually wanted to appease the Hook Demon.

But when he saw clearly the twisted demon that emerged from the ritual formation and lay low on the ground like a spider, his expression suddenly froze.

Fear froze his face, and he couldn't move a muscle. Let him become like a dumb stone statue.

This is……

——Deformed limb demon? !

How could the race of demons suddenly change? !

In other words, it...is it really William?

Or was it that some other demonologists had seized and modified William's contract, allowing the deformed limb demon he controlled to be teleported here through the anti-summoning ritual--

But he didn't have time to think about it.

Aiwass controlled the deformed limb demon and pulled out a twisted and dislocated deformed limb from his body at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

The "right hand" that originally looked normal was suddenly stretched rapidly-becoming only two centimeters thick, but with claws that were more than two meters long.

The hideous claws like skeletons grabbed his face, pushed him against the wall, and slowly lifted him up.

"Who are you..."

The deformed limb demon made an unclear sound. It was a voice that came from a nightmare.

Can you speak...?

The curser, whose face was frozen by fear, looked like he was about to cry.

He held the deformed limb demon's "right hand" with both hands as hard as he could, so that he would not have his throat torn apart directly because of his own weight.

To be able to make the deformed limb demon speak so clearly...

... Did he meet a senior?

"Say your name..."

The deformed limb demon repeated the question again.

The deformed limbs it stretched out slowly exerted force, crushing the curser's head like a steel clamp.

Under the severe pain, the curser couldn't help but scream:

"——Aziz! Aziz bin Abdul——Save me...Senior, spare me!"

But the deformed limb demon didn't let go.

Instead, he increased his strength, feeling the gradually deformed and creaking skull in "his hand".

"Who do you work for..." The deformed limb demon changed his voice and asked in a sharp voice.

"——Moriarty! It's Professor James Moriarty!"

The curser named Aziz screamed and abandoned his employer without hesitation: "It has nothing to do with me, I just do things for money——Save me, senior, sir, please, it's not me...Save me! Help——Save——"

Puff——

The deformed limb that the deformed limb demon stretched out easily crushed the curser's head.

It's as easy as crushing a tomato.

——Even if everything in the ceremony was fake, Aiwass didn't intend to forgive him.

"This is just a little interest, Aziz. I hope you're not dead."

The deformed limb demon made an unclear voice: "I remember you...

"I will find you."

Having successfully obtained such important information, Aiwass felt that he should be happy.

He confirmed the upper limit of the "Pastoral Law" without any cost, and finished all the things he had to do before the end of the ceremony... He should relax and celebrate.

But at this moment, he was a little unhappy.

What made Aiwas feel bad was that he heard another name from the curse master Aziz that he didn't want to hear... but it was also expected.

——James Moriarty.

As usual, get up and correct the typos~

It took me eight o'clock to write these more than 6,000 words (sad)