Chapter 266: Chapter 187 In front of Her
Towering malice surged toward Lynn as if it had substance.
The pale moonlight reflecting inside the old factory even created a stark separation from his aura, warping slightly.
The crimson eyes locked onto Lynn with unmasked hatred and intent to kill.
The vague sense of danger that had been lurking in his mind since earlier came from here.
It seemed that not even the Heavenly Principle Church knew their ranks had been infiltrated, allowing the demon to don their robes and follow him here.
Although he had not seen the true face yet, Lynn was certain the person before him was the real murderer behind the serial killings he’d been seeking.
The atmosphere became charged with tension.
After all, the other was a Fourth Rank Transcendent, and it was highly probable that he was on the threshold of advancing to a Fifth Rank Legend.
If he really did take that step, Lynn would likely fall here today.
After all, that was a being of the same rank as that bitch Irina.
“Lord Kushustan… allow me… to give you my regards…”
The muffled voice came from the youth.
The feud between him and the god had started in the Soron Mountain Range and especially after he’d hit Them with a fully charged Thorny Crown before leaving.
It wasn’t fatal, but it was extremely insulting.
After all, it did hurt Them and caused Them to roll on the ground ungracefully in Lynn’s mental world before leaving without successful revenge, just harsh words.
If it had been someone of the same layer and Rank… no.
With Kushustan’s malicious nature, even if it were a god of the same level who hurt Them, They would not swallow the insult and would seek revenge like a madman.
And to Them, Lynn was just an ant-like human, which made Them even more furious.
Especially since there was always a Sixth Rank Demigod guarding him closely, and even after the battle of the Soron Mountain Range, the other end of the malicious curse faintly conveyed an alarming breath that terrified Them.
Now, in the highly secure Imperial City of Glostit, far from the Demon Clan and protected by the Three Gods and the Holy Spirit Tree, there was no chance to act.
Fortunately, at this moment, the “Evil” follower, the Amputator, had finally found the opportunity to be alone with him.
A half-step Fifth Rank against a Second Rank.
With this thought, the Amputator flashed forward, lunging towards Lynn not far away.
The spark and the buzzing sound of metal colliding echoed throughout the old factory.
The next second, the two figures shifted, trading places.
Physical strength comparable to a Fourth Rank?
After stopping, a hint of surprise crossed the Amputator’s face.
Although he seemed like an irrational demon, he was in fact extremely cunning and meticulous.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to commit thirty-six murders amidst the crackdown of numerous powers.
Thinking this, the Amputator looked back and saw that at some point, Lynn’s hands had been wrapped and entangled in dense, pitch-black threads, forming sharp claws like fierce beasts. The sparks from their collision were created in this manner.
The strength was weaker than expected.
But this was without Lynn using his Extraordinary Ability or Sealed Objects.
Feeling slight numbness from his palm, Lynn gauged the gap between their strengths.
If it were just a physical collision, he might win in about three minutes.
But the strength of most Transcendents themselves was negligible, the key lay in the type of Extraordinary Ability and the number of Divine-given factors.
If both used all their Extraordinary Abilities in battle, with his Second Rank level, he probably wouldn’t last three rounds.
However, as Lynn had said earlier, determining the outcome of a battle was not solely about comparing numbers and abilities, but also about strategy, luck, and various external factors.
Therefore, he didn’t feel truly powerless as he had anticipated.
Lynn suddenly recalled the tactic he had used to compel Kushustan to descend into his body.
“Evil” followers, like the demons they worship, are typically brainless.
Thus, merely infuriating the opponent would give him the upper hand in the upcoming battle.
With this in mind, Lynn smiled and said, “Attacking without even greeting me, that’s certainly rude.”
“Even if there exists some irreconcilable hatred between us, should you not declare your name first?”
At these words, the Amputator bared his teeth in a wide smile, revealing pearly whites, his malicious eyes fixed on Lynn: “You must have guessed already… Yes, I am Amputator Burshman.”
Accompanied by the sound of fabric tearing, numerous lively hands glowing with a cold bloodlight suddenly bulged from his body, then ripped through the black robes, exposing themselves to the air.
The Amputator earned his name due to his peculiar modus operandi and way of fighting.
This also added to his image as a terror in the public’s nightmares.
After killing a target he fancied, he would sever the most beautiful limb and sew it onto his own body.
This would make him feel increasingly perfect.