Although... she didn't know how the words "close-fitting" and "outerwear" came together, Blackie was overjoyed, so excited she almost jumped for joy. Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she almost fainted from the sudden happiness.

But Fagar clenched his fists, his anger growing proportionally to the happiness of the Black Law, his teeth grinding together, his reason on the verge of snapping.

However, Blackfa wasn't oblivious. It quickly pulled Fagga's suit jacket over itself, hurried to Fagga's side, and seeing the slight anger on Fagga's face, it immediately started to laugh, albeit a dry, strained laugh:

[Haha... Creator, the weather's nice today! Oh, right, what do we do next?]

Faga glanced at Black Mage before looking away and said calmly, "Wait!"

"Wait? Wait for what?" Blackfa tilted his head, not understanding what Fagga was saying.

"Wait for Nineveh to come!"

Fagga raised his head, his gaze seemingly fixed on the distant horizon.

There, dark clouds churned and thunder roared down from time to time, making it impossible to see the situation at all.

For a moment, Black Mage was even more confused:

[Can we just wait and expect Nineveh to appear...? Ahhh~~ Such high etheric activity!]

Black Law wanted to question Faga, but a huge spatial rift suddenly tore open in front of him. A tranquil purple light flashed before his eyes. Even before he could see who it was, the pressure had already arrived.

A strong gust of wind blew up the hair at the temples of Fa Jia and his companion, and Black Fa's suit was blown backward, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.

Fagga stood sideways against the hurricane, his wrists pressed against his forehead, peering through the gap beneath his wrists into the enormous spatial rift, speaking loudly to prevent his voice from being carried away by the wind:

"When I devoured Kunmutu, who had merged with the beast, I was already half-bone!"

"Ninevere, as a symbiotic entity of skeletons, is constantly seeking powerful 'family' members to merge with. There's no reason for it not to come after sensing my presence!"

[But this is too fast!]

Blackfa gritted his teeth, a faint light emanating from his right hand.

Suddenly, it pushed forward with all its might, and the faint light rushed forward, soon forming a wind shield, like an old tree that has been firmly rooted in the ground for thousands of years.

Its robust physique was not eroded by the passing years; on the contrary, it grew stronger with age, still standing tall and stubbornly resisting the strong winds.

As the wind shield was erected, the whistling sound in my ears gradually faded away.

As Fagga's hair fell down his temples, he lowered his hand from his forehead and casually remarked, "Well done!"

[Hehehe, the Creator praised me!]

Unexpectedly, with just a casual response, Blackfa covered his face with his hands and began to fidget shyly.

I said, "It can't be that bad..."

Fagga closed his eyes tightly, out of sight, out of mind.

Unaware of how much time had passed, Fagha sensed something and slowly opened his eyes, suddenly seeing a familiar face and a flower bud-like body close before him.

Nini lowered his head, spread his arms, and a bunch of flashes of light appeared above his head in a daze. No one understood what was going on, and neither Faga nor Black Mage looked on in confusion.

After a while, Nineveh finally reacted. A flash of yellow light appeared, and human language resonated in the air:

Hello... I'm so sorry... I didn't expect you wouldn't speak the language of Mukuro.

[But it's okay... I can be human... Excuse me... could you join us...? No!]

Your scent...it's familiar...I...remember you!

[I remember now, you're a fire vampire!]

Suddenly, Nineveh's mood changed drastically, and she became furious, roaring to the sky, her speech becoming much clearer:

Bad stuff, bad stuff, bad stuff!

[You're going to die!]

The next second, Nineveh slapped him across the face without hesitation.