It was raining heavily in the sky, and lightning flashed across the night from time to time. In the dark streets, the only sound was the sparse sound of rain hitting the bluestone.

It was very late, and the place he was walking was relatively remote. All the shops around him were closed, and only the street lights came on from time to time.

Krulru was caught in the heavy rain and walked on the street with confused eyes. His rain-wet hair fell on his face, and the blood on his hands was washed away by the rain.

There was no light in his eyes, and he was dragging heavy steps. There was only the image of blood piercing his body and flowing in his mind. The warmth of blood was in his hands, and familiar images gradually came to him.

The weather that day was exactly the same as today, with heavy rain, lightning and thunder. He returned to the agreed place with blood and wounds all over his body. He did not expect that what greeted him was not the cheers of his companions.

"Kruru, don't come over, don't come over!"

The eyes of his best buddies were full of fear, as if they were facing death. Both of them were like this. Even the person who had the best relationship with him and cared about him the most was huddled in the corner without saying a word at this moment.

A trace of purple hair leaked from the raincoat swayed in the wind and rain, as if rejecting him for the master.

At first he thought it was the elder who threatened them, but it wasn't until the elder knelt down in front of him, crying and begging for mercy, that he thought that maybe he was the one who had changed the most, so much that they couldn't accept him.

So be it, be it, let me leave you. This thought dominated everything in his mind, and he left the place where he grew up overnight, the friends he grew up with, and the group we formed together.

The shackles in his mind were loosened, and pictures and content appeared in his mind out of thin air.

He raised his hand, blood was flowing from his forehead, and he found a black bead. He took it out, and he remembered everything he had forgotten. Everything he had sealed appeared with the black bead.

"Come out?" He shouted towards the alley behind him.

The burly body tells the strength of its owner and also reveals the identity of the visitor.

"Finally found me, Krulru, I've been with you for a while."

Wells threw the umbrella aside, the rainwater flowed down his body, and the soaked clothes stuck to his body, imprinting his burly muscles on it.

"I'm sorry Krulru, I decided to break the contract. Three months is too long. Let's start fighting now!"

The fiery red eyes reflected the shadow of the prey, and the cold rain made Wells's body even hotter

"Really? Are you going to kill me? Wells"

Krulru's cold voice was different from the gentleness before. He had recovered all his memories and was no longer the silly guy he had been in the past few years.

"Hahaha, I can't help it. You are so attractive to me. I really want to eat you up one bite at a time. I really can't stand it any longer!"

Already arriving in front of Krulru, Wells' telepathy was as active as a ray of light in the darkness, fully displaying his emotions, full of desire and murderous intent, with his hands spread out.

"I'm sorry, the previous "I" originally wanted to give you a gorgeous funeral."

Wells heard a cold voice in his ears, as if his body temperature had passed away. In front of him was a headless corpse. The burly muscles were extremely familiar to him. He wanted to control his hands, but his gradually dissipating consciousness made him unable to control his hands.

He clearly realized what happened.

"Ah? It's me! I'm Wells! Am I going to be beheaded like this?" The last thing he thought of before he died was his master, the old lady who taught him how to kill.

Krulru put his head in front of the corpse, looked at the corpse that had not fallen, put his hand on it, swallowed up all the remaining thoughts, leaving only the cold corpse.

There was a person in the distance who witnessed everything. When Krululu turned her head, she dragged her frightened body and ran forcibly.

"How could it be possible, how could it be possible, how could he be so strong?" The frightened girl ran away in the rain.

Krulru didn't chase her. After he woke up, the two of them were invisible in front of him. They took the umbrella Wells brought, opened it, and walked towards the sky arena in his memory.

In the misty bathroom, the hot water flowing from the shower dispelled the coldness caused by the rain. The scattered long purple hair covered Krulru's face. Now he looks like a doll that is about to be broken, slender.

The body gives him a fragile texture.

Now Krululu has recovered the memory that he once blocked. He is still living in Meteor Street, not the fool who lost his memory in the past five years and pursued power with confidence.

The ability to read? He already has it.

Power? He already has it.

Everything was blocked by himself. With the return of memory, the two memories merged. He once absorbed the latter, and the blocked power and ability merged with the gains of the latter in the past five years.

Blessing? Devouring? The Black King's armor? The Black King's gift? I have blocked my emotions and can't even develop my own abilities. If it weren't for the resonance of murderous intent, maybe I don't know when I can break the seal.

Black Feast is his telekinesis ability, which has the effect of assimilating and absorbing telekinesis and energy. He can easily break through the defenses of telekinesis users because of the assimilation effect.

Needless to say, absorption literally means that it can absorb life energy and non-life energy and convert it into its own potential and manifest thoughts. The specific amount of conversion depends on the total amount and quality of the absorbed energy.

Assimilate, assimilate life energy and non-life energy. The thought that touches the opponent can be instantly assimilated into the same thought. It can be absorbed or released, so it can ignore any defense of the opponent. In this way, Wells was easily decapitated by him.

After non-living energy is absorbed and assimilated, the assimilated thoughts can be consumed without being harmed, and the energy from the same source will only maintain coexistence.

The same goes for rebounding the opponent's power. Instantly assimilate the opponent's power and thoughts, and then release it to draw the opponent's energy to counterattack, which will cause a rebound effect. How much you can rebound depends on how much power you can instantly assimilate the opponent.

Because he had lost his memory and treated the chemical counterattack as a special effect, he couldn't bear to look at his former self.

Then there is the full cultivation of the five series. He has 100% affinity with the 5 series, plus his own special system. After using the telekinesis ability, the six series can burst out 200% of the power at the same time, creating the illusion of blessing. The so-called

Blessing is just assimilating one's thoughts and lending it to the target, and it can be withdrawn before it is consumed.

He has not developed any of the other five telekinesis abilities. Except for Bisiji's teachings, which greatly improved his physical strength, he has made almost no breakthroughs in telekinesis in the past five years.

The power of the fusion now is not comparable to that of his previous self. If the two fight, it will not only be Wells who can be killed instantly, but also his previous self and that K. No one will survive.
Chapter completed!