At this moment, the ceremony is less than an hour away from ending.
To be precise, there are still twenty minutes.
Even if Aiwass could control the Hook Demon and let the Hook Demon lead him, it would already be too late.
Not to mention how scary it was to ride in a carriage with this thing, even if he could find a way to ride in a carriage, he would still be unable to make it.
The reserved time for this ritual is four hours, and little Aiwass was already cursed when he entered.
According to the "ideal situation" calculated by the Pillar God who created the dream, Aiwass should take Lulu directly out of the cathedral and go directly to Lawyers Square. The middle journey is half an hour.
When they arrived, the Hook Demon appeared for the first time. After cooperating with Sherlock to repel it, they still had more than three hours to gather their partners, follow the Hook Demon to find the murderer, and defeat him. This
All that is needed is Shylock's wisdom.
This shows that his location is not that easy to find. It may require reasoning on the path of wisdom to find it.
But Aiwass felt that his brain was pretty good, and he should be able to find it if the Hook Demon led the way.
Aiwass's only miscalculation was that this enemy was a bit stubborn.
After the Curse Master tried to attack the bone sculpture once, he still refused to give up and sent the Hook Demon to try again.
But this time they did not defeat him, but instead injured the Hook Demon. This shows that the "Bone Sculpture" is indeed a very powerful transcendent, and he should be the force responsible for their team. This directly led to the attack on Aiwass.
, time is almost over.
This should have been a good thing. It meant that he only needed to dodge to run out of time and win.
However, what Aiwass wants is to kill him back.
Even if you can't know the mastermind behind it, you still have to at least see with your own eyes what this curse master looks like.
...Then, now we can only place our hope on "possibility".
He has one more chance to meet the curser in less than twenty minutes.
It's not teleportation, because Aiwass doesn't have the means to curse the curser in turn.
——But a counter-summoning.
After the Hook Demon completes its mission, it will be recalled by the Curse Master. Just like it was recalled after the failed attack on Lulu.
Suddenly appearing in front of the curser, this can certainly be regarded as a kind of "teleportation".
Just let Aiwass be like Jack the Ripper and integrate his soul into the Hook Demon.
This ceremony emphasized that it is not necessary to survive on your own.
Then, he could do an experiment now.
Even if it fails, there will definitely be no loss in the experiment... An experiment that cannot be carried out in reality.
——How powerful can the "pastoral technique" of using one's entire life as a voluntary sacrifice be?
Without using any auxiliary materials and not being very strong, can highly efficient self-sacrifice be enough to strengthen the Hook Demon through Jack the Ripper's serial killing ritual?
Anyway...
"Eat in silence, my Lamb."
Looking at the Hook Demon with wide eyes staring at him, Aiwass whispered, holding the paper knife tightly: "I am the Holy Communion, this is mercy."
He now has no essential oil that can be infused with mana, nor is he a pure silver ceremonial knife, but a paper knife.
It's like a meal is missing the spices and decorations.
But as long as the food is delicious enough and the quantity is large, its original taste is enough to impress.
What's more, those who enjoy the delicious meal are not the proud superior demons, but just the despicable hook demons who were born from the embryonic souls shattered by the hooks.
It was a little devil that broke away from the hatred of being destined to die, and became a little devil with hatred and anger in order to rebel against the will of "not being born".
There is nothing arrogant about it.
"Eat the blood from my neck, drink it like sweet wine -"
Aiwass chanted loudly and opened himself like a zipper.
——From left to right, he firmly cut his own throat with a paper knife.
What he cut was the artery above the collarbone.
Aiwass's consciousness immediately became blurred, and his vision became dim.
But my brain seemed to become clearer, and the flow of time seemed to slow down.
He clearly felt the rapid loss of his life. But it was not that his life was being pulled away from his flesh and bones and submerged into the void... but that his entire soul and fiery mana were pouring out along with the blood on his neck, congealing.
for crystallization.
Boom——
"...He should have committed suicide."
When the death knell rang, Sherlock said solemnly.
Lulu nodded sadly.
In the abandoned warehouse, the lifeless corpse of "Julio" fell backwards.
But his blood did not soak into the surrounding ground. Instead, in a gesture that defied common sense in physics, his blood sprayed out to high places like a fountain.
It wasn't even a liquid, but rubies one after another. They flew into the air and solidified into red pearls.
Like a puppy or kitten eager to eat, the Iron Hook Demon made a squeaking sound. The anger and ferocity on his face completely disappeared, leaving only the purest greed and obsession.
The crystal blood beads flew towards it one after another and fell on it.
The Hook Demon ate greedily.
The frost marks on its body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its body gradually expanded. It changed from the size of a hound to the size of a human teenager, and then to the size of an adult.
The blood-moist redness on its body surface gradually faded away, revealing white and smooth skin, leaving only scarlet lines like sutures. Some muscles even grew on its four arms, and four blood-stained
The rusty iron hook has disappeared.
Its face is ferocious and ugly, and the facial features on its huge head are completely misaligned. Its four arms are pointing 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 drawn by an abstract writer.
Its ignorant but hateful eyes became a little clearer, revealing a little bit of 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 corpse, and continued to lick the bloody mouth on the neck of Aiwass's corpse.
It licked and licked, then suddenly looked up to the sky and howled 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 was persecuted to death. 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 of over forty. It is 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 at will according to his own wishes.
and an equally low level of intelligence.
Aiwass felt very clearly the seemingly endless vitality coming from his body, as well as the surging power like the sea, 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, and hatred from the "Deformed Limb Demon" are also being transmitted continuously, proving that it was not killed by Aiwass. Instead, it 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 low, vague and moist sound from his two mouths: "The 'nutrition' is enough to allow lower-level demons to directly evolve into higher-level demons..."
No wonder the devil would follow the "shepherd". For the devil who has transcended the path, this is indeed an irresistible temptation.
According to the normal evolutionary route, from the hook demon to the deformed limb demon, Jack the Ripper's extreme training method would probably take several years.
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 art of pastoral care and the "voluntary sacrifice of sacrifices".
It's not that Shadow Demon is greedy.
But he does smell good...
It was completely misaligned, and there were even three eyes on the head, and the three eyes were looking in different directions. He was adapting to this unique and fresh vision, and gradually became familiar with his instinct to use the "deformed 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 presence -"
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 surrounding space seemed to be misaligned and cracked. It was like the feeling of weightlessness and overweight in an elevator, except that the "direction source" of that feeling was behind me.
It was as if he was suddenly "pulled backward" by a huge force and 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 is a little oily, and his small eyes are dark and focused, and not much of the white of his eyes can be seen. If it weren't for his dress being too wealthy, this would
His face can only remind people of a kind and honest country man. Even if the things he wears look expensive, he has just become a rich country gentleman.
"William, you did a great job..."
The Curse Master habitually wants to appease the Hook Demon.
But when he saw clearly the twisted demon that appeared from the ritual formation and lay low on the ground like a spider, his expression suddenly froze.
Fear froze his face, making him unable to move at all. He became like a mute stone statue.
This is……
——Deformed limb demon?!
How could the race of demons suddenly change?!
In other words, it... is it really William?
Or maybe there were other demonologists who seized and modified William's contract, allowing the deformed limb demon he controlled to be transported along the anti-summoning ritual——
But he didn't have time to think too much.
Aiwass controlled the Malformed Limb Demon and detached a twisted and dislocated malformed limb from his body at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
The "right hand" that originally looked normal was suddenly elongated rapidly - it became only two centimeters in thickness, but grew into a sharp claw that was more than two meters long.
The ferocious claws like bones grabbed his face, pushed him to the wall, and slowly lifted him up.
"Who are you……"
The deformed limb demon made an indistinct sound. It was like a sound coming from a nightmare.
Can talk...?
The curser, whose face was frozen with fear, looked as if he was about to cry at this moment.
He tried his best to hold the "right hand" of the deformed limb demon with both hands, so that his throat would not be ripped out directly due to his own weight.
To be able to make the Deformed Limb Demon speak such clear words...
...Have you met your senior?
"Say your name..."
The malformed limb demon asked again.
Its outstretched abnormal limbs slowly exerted force, crushing the curser's head like steel pliers.
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 intensity, feeling the skull gradually deforming and making creaking sounds "in his hands".
"Who do you work for..." The Deformed Limb Demon changed his tone and asked in a sharp voice.
"—Moriarty! It's Professor James Moriarty!"
The curse master named Aziz screamed and abandoned his employer without hesitation: "It has nothing to do with me, I just collect money to do things - spare me, senior, sir, please, no
I...spare me! Help—help—"
Pfft——
The deformed limb stretched out by the deformed limb demon easily crushed the curser's head to pieces.
It's as easy as crushing a tomato.
——Even if everything in the ceremony was false, Aiwass had no intention of sparing him.
"It's 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 perhaps he should be happy.
He confirmed the upper limit of the "Pastoral Law" without any cost, and finished everything he wanted to do before the ceremony ended... He should relax and celebrate.
But at this moment he was a little unhappy.
What put Aiwass in a bad mood was that he heard another name from Curse Master Aziz that he didn't really want to hear... but was also expected.
——James Moriarty.
Old rules, please get up and correct the typo~
I wrote these more than 6,000 words until eight o'clock (sad)
