Blood-red eyes, bulging veins, a twisted face, and sharp, pitch-black fingernails.
As soon as he finished his undead transformation, Hookdick bared his fangs and brandished his claws. He let out an incomprehensible roar.
With a casual wave of his sharp fingernails, several mortals around him were torn into pieces. The fresh blood of the living drenched him, and the thick smell of blood made him happy instead of angry.
While Hookdick was laughing, he heard a soft sigh coming from above his head.
Hookdick jerked his head up and stared at the source of the voice with his bloodshot eyes. It was a young man who made him want to kill.
It was as if a voice inside his head was telling him to kill him. Tear him apart. The only purpose of his existence was to drag him into the Well of Death.
Hookdick, who didn't have a mind of his own, made up his mind in an instant.
Charge! Kill this man who made all his energy boil!
"Die!" Hookdick stomped on the ground with his left foot, causing a huge crack to appear on the ground. The force of the stomp propelled him into the air.
Hookdick was getting closer and closer to Angor. His sharp fingernails danced in the air, releasing a strange black aura around them.
Hookdick's body began to emit a horrible stench.
"Undead Venom." Fox waved her fluffy tail, and a fragrant wind blew, dispelling the stench at the tip of her nose. Then, there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "Her Excellency Shava should be able to handle it, right?"
Fox then looked at Froggy. Froggy was secretly gathering his strength while keeping an eye on Hookdick who was charging at Shava.
"If you ruin Shava's beauty of slaughter, I don't think she'll ever come to the opera house to listen to your aria again," Fox sent a voice transmission to Hookdick.
Froggy looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. Instead, he uttered a long "croak".
The atmosphere between Angor and Undead Hookdick, who was charging at him from the ground, suddenly became tense.
Hookdick's first claw came at Angor with poisonous fingernails.
Angor tapped the ground and used the sequence of gravity to lift him into the air.
The sequence of gravity allowed him to move through the air as if he was walking on flat ground. Moreover, the greater the space, the greater his agility. Hookdick would never be able to land a hit on him if he was fully prepared.
Angor dodged several times in a row as if he was toying with a monkey.
This infuriated Hookdick. The frustration in his heart pushed him to unleash a power he never had before. Bulging blue veins appeared on his face and spread all over his body.
These blue veins were the negative energy inside his body that broke the balance of his body. Now that more of them appeared, some of the dormant negative energy had been awakened and was growing at a crazy rate.
Hookdick roared in anger. Black negative energy rushed out of his body and turned into a poisonous mist that enveloped a few meters around him.
The miasma was still expanding. As long as he could get close enough to Angor, the miasma would turn Angor's soul into an undead.
Only Angor could see Hookdick's blood-red eyes inside the mist. Hookdick stared at Angor and charged at him.
Angor stood still and observed Hookdick's movements.
Just as the black mist was about to reach Hookdick, Toby suddenly appeared in the sky and transformed into a gigantic griffin. He flapped his ten-meter-long wings at Hookdick, creating a gust of wind that blew Hookdick to the other side.
Toby slowly lowered his body and landed on Angor's palm.
Hookdick regained his composure and charged at Angor again.
This time, Angor raised his hand and revealed an exquisite revolver in it.
Hookdick didn't realize what the revolver meant. He kept charging at Angor until Angor pulled the trigger. A fan-shaped ripple emerged from the barrel of the revolver and expanded until it completely surrounded Hookdick.
Only then did Hookdick feel an indescribable sense of dread welling up in his heart.
He wanted to run away from the ripple.
But it was already too late.
The invisible ripples completely surrounded Hookdick. The black mist filled with negative energy slowly dissipated like a melting candle. Finally, the ripples reached Hookdick and merged into his body in a strange way.
The essence of an undead creature was that their energy balance would be broken by negative energy. The meaning of this ripple was to disintegrate these negative energies at an extremely low frequency.
Once these negative energies were destroyed, the energy balance reconstructed by the negative energies in the undead's body would be broken. Then, the undead's pure soul energy would no longer be able to reconstruct the balance in their bodies, and they would ultimately perish.
The negative energy inside Hookdick's body was disappearing at a visible rate.
Hookdick's eyes, which had been filled with chaos and violence, slowly regained clarity as the negative energy dissipated.
"What … is this?" Hookdick's remaining consciousness asked as he watched himself disappear into the wind.
"An alchemy weapon designed to deal with undead creatures." Angor shook his head without showing any mercy. "If you didn't go against me time and time again, I wouldn't have bothered to deal with you."
In two years, Hookdick went from an illiterate boy to a level-2 apprentice. He even went through the purification garden and gained unimaginable benefits. It could be said that it was completely reasonable for Ness to give him the golden poster. Hookdick's talent and luck were both top-notch. Coupled with his own hard work, he might even become a truth-finder in the future.
Angor believed that Hookdick would become a wizard in no time if he kept this up.
Unfortunately, Hookdick's personality had already decided his fate.
The color in Hookdick's eyes slowly drained away. "I've lost …" he murmured.
Angor watched Hookdick slowly disappear into the wind. Such was the cruelty of the wizarding world.
A wizard's life was bound to be filled with ups and downs. If one wanted to pursue the truth, they had to control themselves and stay calm. Every impulsive action would cost one's life in the future.
Angor learned this from his own experience.
Hookdick turned into dust and returned to the earth, which was the last thing he had left in this world.
Angor remained silent. He only came to Sleepless City to give Toby some peace of mind. He didn't expect to end up killing Hookdick here. Fate was fate.
Time and fate. If you don't have a heart of self-restraint, the hanging sword will eventually fall.
He sighed and calmed himself down. He swung his revolver and tossed it to Toby.
Toby caught the weapon and put it into its storage space.
The weapon that destroyed Hookdick's last hope was "Prelude to Rebirth", the same weapon Angor crafted in Dark Castle.
Since he left Sunders' Gravity Garden, Angor had to prepare for all possible dangers. He put all the weapons he could find in his bracelet into Toby's Snowy Feather.
Angor didn't expect it to come to fruition.
Without Prelude to Rebirth, he wouldn't be able to kill Hookdick so easily.
"Mister Shava's art of slaughter is as mesmerizing as ever." It was Fox. She landed behind Angor and said, "You let your opponent do his best and still end the battle with a crushing blow. That's something I can never achieve."
What the hell?!
Angor rolled his eyes in his mind. "Compared to Miss Fox's music, I'm still lacking in elegance and beauty."
Fox's large tail covered its mouth, and a burst of crisp laughter came from behind it.
Froggy joined them and began to sing an ugly hymn. It was a "war epic" with Shava as the main character, and Hookdick as the supporting character.
Who knew how Faelog managed to compose such a shameful poem in such a short amount of time. Furthermore, he was able to turn a massacre into a war epic. Faelog was indeed a genius.
Angor tried his best to hold back his urge and continued to flatter the two animal musicians.
Froggy and Fox didn't ask why Hookdick hated Angor so much, but Angor did notice something else hidden in their conversation: Froggy and Fox never asked why Hookdick hated him so much. Nor did they ask why Hookdick called him "Angor" instead of "Shava".
This made him even more certain that they knew he was a human now, and that he had his own connections among humans. But they did not ask about it, nor were they curious about it. This was something worth thinking about.
Angor didn't ask why. He smiled and said, "Well, I need to do something to warm up the atmosphere before I enjoy your music. Now that the humans are gone, I can enjoy your music."
After that, he nodded to the two animals and returned to the top of the exit.
Now that Hookdick was done, there was only one thing left for him to do in Sleepless City: find Nausica.
He planned to let more people through and check the last batch to see if he could find Nausica's whereabouts.
But before he could do that, Toby suddenly barked at him and asked him to look down.
Did they find Nausica? Angor looked at where Toby was pointing and saw the spotted puppy that Yorkshire brought to the wizarding world in secret. The puppy was feasting on a pile of blood and flesh.
Angor quietly landed on the ground and approached the puppy.
"This …" Angor looked at the familiar cloth. "Is this Hookdick's body?"
Angor gave the puppy a disgusted look. He didn't expect the creature to eat people. But then again, wasn't it normal for monsters to eat people?
Angor didn't care about killing people, but he didn't want to see someone eating people.
Toby called again, indicating that Angor should keep watching.
Angor gave Toby a glare. Why did this thing have to do with his own life? But Toby didn't seem to be in a hurry, which made Angor wonder if there was something else going on with the puppy.
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