Chapter 116 VS Monster Maker 3
There are no conditions for me to enter my fire elemental form.
Not only is it unnecessary to use my right hand to ignite myself with a fireball, but even the condition of "igniting myself" is unnecessary. Because my body has been composed of flames from the very beginning, meaning it has been burning from the very beginning. Whether or not to enter the fire elemental form depends entirely on my whim.
If nothing unexpected happens, the creator of this monster most likely intends to use the black mist to teleport us to the Humanitarian Division's base, or some other place where they can "deal with" us. If I were alone, I'd be happy to accompany him and see what's at our destination. But since there are two other people here, I need to be careful.
As the inferno engulfed the entire street, the black mist that had enveloped the area and was powerful enough to render ordinary people unconscious was completely destroyed.
Laws without the backing of violence are worthless, and mechanisms without the support of power are also useless. Under the invasion of flames, the black mist not only failed to suppress supernatural abilities, but was instead suppressed by the flames themselves. The whole process was like pouring boiling water onto a loose snowdrift; wherever the flames reached, the black mist dissolved and dissipated.
The monster creator standing in front of me was burned to death on the spot, just like the previous two individuals.
But the story doesn't end there. There's still some untouched black mist. Dozens of meters above the ground, I saw a cloud of black mist emerge from there, and it exhaled a strange human figure.
It was still the freak creator, but this time, a small dot of light appeared in his palm. It looked somewhat like my "firefly," only the color was different. My "firefly" was orange-red, while the dot of light in his palm was white. And that white dot of light quickly sank into his palm after it appeared.
He was falling steadily when, suddenly, his body hovered in mid-air. Black ram's horns sprouted from his head, black bat-like wings grew from his back, and a long, thin black tail appeared behind him. He looked like a demon.
The three strange people I encountered in the past also evoked images of demons. However, unlike those strange people who could only be described as goat-headed demons, the transformed appearance of the monster creators was clearly more in line with the demons in certain works of art that mimicked human appearances.
He is indeed capable of fighting.
Is it the real body that's making this appearance?
"A weirdo?" Zhu Shi also witnessed this scene.
"You call me a weirdo?" The creator of the weirdo was surveying the burning streets from above when he heard the voice below. He chuckled and said, "Do you think I'm some kind of lab rat?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his wings flapped. Heaven knows what he was thinking, but he swooped down on us like lightning—
However, this description of "like lightning" is based on normal human standards. Although I know he's very fast, to me right now, his speed is no different from a slow crawl.
In my fire elemental form, I can fly, and if I wanted, I could easily fly at several times the speed of sound. His speed, based on my estimation, is at most a little over 300 kilometers per hour. This speed surpasses the speed of most human ground vehicles, but it's still no match for me.
I manipulated my body to move rapidly into the sky and arrived in front of him. This feeling of "manipulating myself to fly" is not easy to describe. It's like an invisible hand grabs me and lifts me into the sky, and this hand is under my control.
To put it bluntly, I'm like a puppet suspended in a claw machine, except I have the remote control of the crane in my hand. Fortunately, I'm currently in a state of super-accelerated consciousness. This process might seem rapid to outsiders, but to me, it's relatively smooth.
After arriving in front of the monster creator, before he could react, I reached out and grabbed the silver metal mask on his face.
Because he somehow obtained a lot of information about Zhu Shi, I, like Zhu Shi, suspected that the face behind the mask might be Lu Youxun's.
But what was revealed after the mask was removed was not Lu Youxun's face, but a face I didn't recognize.
First and foremost, it goes without saying that it's a male face. He's around forty years old, with a mature and handsome appearance, even strikingly so, making him seem perfect for action movies. It's said that histrionic personality disorder is common in good-looking people; perhaps he could be a prime example.
Even if he wasn't Lu Youxun, the latter's suspicion couldn't be ruled out, and there might have been some kind of intelligence collusion between the two.
I then burned everything below his head to ashes.
Unsurprisingly, this is still not the true form of the monster creator.
Almost at the same time I killed the opponent, black mist reappeared in the air from all directions, spewing out one monster creator after another, just like the one before. I roughly counted more than ten of them.
Upon their appearance, except for one that remained stationary, the other monster creators transformed into a dark, indistinct light. Even their descending heads turned into black light and instantly merged into the former's body. The monster creator, now fused with all the black light, exuded a visible aura of dark fluctuations reminiscent of air distorted by intense heat.
I did not intervene in this process. Since the other individuals have all merged into the present individual, could the latter be the original entity? I tried to analyze the underlying meaning while observing.
“Let’s start again.” He turned to look at me and then placed his palm on my hand.
Immediately afterwards, it was as if I had been hit by a heavy truck loaded with steel coils without warning; the invisible yet enormous impact hit me directly.
Last time I hurled the Shadow Man hundreds of meters away; this time, it was my turn to receive the same treatment. In the blink of an eye, I was sent flying hundreds of meters, my flame-formed body reduced to tattered pieces, and my vision shifted rapidly.
However, this impact was still a physical attack. Whether it tore me to pieces or crushed me into a puddle, it was essentially just giving me a new "skin." Even if an impact of this magnitude were amplified ten thousand times, it wouldn't be able to harm me. I even had the leisure to let my mind wander in mid-air.
Changing my spatial position is futile. Although I appear to have been blasted hundreds of meters away, I am actually wherever the flames are. As long as the sea of fire burning that street hasn't died down, I am essentially standing there without moving.
It's not a good look to be knocked away so easily. I'll study how to fix my position next time.
In addition, there is another place that I am also concerned about.
If the monster creator's goal was to ambush us and capture us all as experimental subjects to be taken to the Humanitarian Affairs Bureau, then that goal has now failed. Why is he still staying to fight me?
The difference in strength between him and me should be quite obvious. Does he think he has a chance of winning?
His black mist seems to have properties similar to the gray mist of a dreamlike mist. Can I interpret this as him also being related to the fragments of the divine seal?
Could he be someone from the misty dream world?
After eliminating the mysterious and unpredictable Lord of the Divine Seal, and then using the process of elimination, the most suspicious person is Number One.
My memory of Number One is indeed that of a tall, thin man who speaks very rudely.
However, compared to the arrogance and pretentiousness of the monster creator, Number One's impoliteness is still within the normal range, and sometimes you can even feel his insincere kindness.
The monster maker is flying after me, and its current speed is more than double what it was before, estimated to be over 700-800 kilometers per hour. It's practically impossible to find a reference point for objects moving at that speed in everyday life. While civilian airliners can reach that speed, I doubt anyone would use such a thing as a intuitive reference for speed. I'm only estimating it visually; I'm not really confident in my assessment.
However, one thing is certain: the monster creator is beyond the capabilities of Zhu Shi and Ma Zao, and I should not deal with this enemy near them.
Seeing that I had been knocked back to a distance of six or seven hundred meters, I felt that this was about it, so I hovered rapidly in the air.
Immediately, I manipulated my right arm, transforming it into a long dragon of fire, and reached out to grab the monster creator.
(End of this chapter)
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