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Chapter 112 Soren Einhorn Medici
Chapter 112 Soren Einhorn Medici
Cyril looked at the semi-transparent figure sitting with legs crossed on the high-backed chair and chuckled softly.
"Should I address you as Medici Søren Einhorn, or Søren Einhorn Medici, or Einhorn Søren Medici?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an uncontrollable malice appear on the face of the translucent man sitting with his legs crossed. At the same time, a slit appeared on each of his cheeks, connecting to the base of his ear, from which grew illusory teeth and tongues. Two mouths appeared out of nowhere on his face.
"Of course it's Soren Einhorn Medici!"
"No, it's Einhorn Soren Medici!"
The two mouths on its face each emitted a hoarse sound, arguing about which name to use to address it.
"Shut up, you two idiots."
The semi-transparent man roared, his face grim, then looked at Cyril, his eyes filled with blatant malice:
"I don't think the 'apprentice' path is a good choice for you. You could totally consider becoming a hunter, a 'challenger'."
"Believe me, you have a real talent for this."
"That one sentence alone was enough to make you digest the 'Provocateur' potion from scratch."
After a brief pause, Medici Søren Einhorn shifted his posture, leaning forward and looking at him with a playful expression:
"Alright, enough with the small talk, let's get down to business, this unknown, fake demigod 'apprentice'."
"You didn't come here just to brag about how you temporarily became a demigod through some trickery, did you? Or perhaps you want to get this ancient cursed artifact from us?"
Cyril looked back at him with little expression: "If you're willing to give it to me, it's not impossible."
"snort!"
The evil spirit formed by Medici Soren Einhorn suddenly stood up, its body expanding rapidly.
In an instant, the evil spirit, which had been nearly human-like, transformed into a charred giant, its only remaining form a metal skeleton filled with raging flames.
This giant's body was the same as the previous evil spirits, even more ethereal, and highly transparent.
But on the illusory, transparent surface of this giant, real, blood-red, magma-like pale yellow pus constantly splattered down, blooming in mid-air and on the ground into blackish purple flames and various weather phenomena.
Cyril stood firmly in place, seemingly in a different dimension from the surrounding blooming blackish-purple flames and various weather phenomena, completely unaffected.
After standing quietly for a moment, he calmly said, "Why don't you save your energy?"
"Besides this intimidating aura, your power is unlikely to even reach the level of an ordinary demigod, at least not until the three of you achieve unity of consciousness."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three mouths on Medici Soren Einhorn's face spoke simultaneously:
"We are completely in agreement on killing you."
After it finished speaking, its three mouths each spoke again:
"A piece of trashy 'apprentice' who only knows how to run away and wander around aimlessly."
"How long can this power within you, which doesn't belong to you, last?"
"Can you resist the corruption from a former angel king indefinitely?"
Cyril curled the corners of his lips into a slight smile and replied:
"At least for now, it seems perfectly fine. Besides, how do you know that while you're trying to corrupt me, I haven't corrupted you in return?"
The phantom giant, Medici Soren Einhorn, threw his head back and laughed loudly:
"Haha, you mean you want to corrupt me, corrupt an angel king?"
Cyril corrected, "He was once the King of Angels, but now he's just a hybrid evil spirit."
boom!
His response was a longsword burning with a mixture of red and pale purple flames.
A series of explosions erupted where the flaming sword struck, tearing apart the floors and walls of the ruins.
After the raging flames subsided, Cyrien remained firmly in place.
Although the evil spirit's attack was exaggerated, it did not pierce through space or tear apart dimensions, so he was not harmed in the slightest.
Seeing that the evil spirit's attack power had weakened, Sirion immediately spoke up with a sarcastic remark:
"Are you not trying hard enough? Is it because you're still rejecting each other?"
"Shut up!"
The fire giant, now even more ethereal and transparent than before, roared at him, three distinct voices overlapping.
In that instant, even across dimensions, Cyrien felt a burning heat.
With the three consciousnesses working together in unison, Medici Soren Einhorn unleashed power approaching the Sequence 3 level.
But the intense heat he felt was not from a Sequence 3 attack tearing through space and dimensions, but from the contamination of Medici Soren Einhorn, a contamination of the angelic earth dimension.
This cunning "conspirator" was attacking him while subtly corrupting him, or rather, the attack was just a facade, and the corruption was the real purpose.
This is also the most effective way to harm Cyril in this state; the different dimensions can help him isolate himself from harm from reality.
However, it cannot isolate deeper levels of pollution.
He watched as illusory symbols such as lightning, ice, and mist continuously emerged from his body, and he watched as his hands began to crack.
As hot, bright red liquid flowed out, Cyril slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.
He achieved his goal!
Without power despite having a position, he doesn't know how to corrupt others unless someone, like House before him, actively establishes a connection with him, peers into the truth, and is thus corrupted.
But the evil spirit of Medici Soren Einhorn is clearly not that stupid.
The best solution he could think of was to let the evil spirit of Medici Soren Einhorn actively corrupt him, so that he could use the connection to transmit his own information and corrupt the other party in return.
As thoughts drifted, the illusory symbols that emanated from within Cyril transformed into illusory starlight composed of various symbolic symbols.
The scalding, bright red liquid flowing from its body turned into colorful paint.
They are overflowing, surging towards the illusory giant that is constantly unleashing attacks such as fire and lightning, following mystical connections.
Soon, the blood-red, lava-like pale yellow pus that slid off the illusory, terrifying giant turned into drops of scalding hot paint of different colors.
On the ground, the blackened purple flames and various weather phenomena that bloomed in mid-air turned into fragments of varying sizes, shimmering with starlight. "No, damn it, stop!"
"asshole!"
"What are you?"
The three mouths on Medici Soren Einhorn's face emitted different sounds: some were cursing, some were begging for mercy, and some were calmly asking questions.
Cyril ignored its every word, silently maintaining the connection between them, while its own pollution emanated from it.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
In about half a minute, the illusory giant, who had been cursing him and begging for mercy, was completely submerged in countless fragments of color and starlight.
Immediately afterwards, the ravaged underground ruins slowly fell away like a canvas being torn down, revealing the intact parts behind them.
A bright hall.
Medici Soren Einhorn remained seated with his legs crossed on the high-backed chair covered in rust and peeling iron. His body was translucent, and his face was an unnaturally pale white. From time to time, colorful starlight cascaded down from the gaps in his jet-black armor, which looked as if it had been splattered with blood.
What just happened was merely a dream created by the evil spirit Medici Soren Einhorn, which is why they attacked their surroundings and destroyed their only place of activity without restraint.
Although it was a dream, the damage and pollution I just experienced were real.
Now, the triune evil spirit of Medici Soren Einhorn has been corrupted by him in the process of corrupting him.
After a brief silence, Medici Soren Einhorn stared at him with a grim expression:
"What exactly are you?"
"This level of contamination is something even those Sequence 0 true gods cannot achieve."
Cyril smiled at him. "Didn't you already have an idea?"
The evil spirits led by Medici fell silent.
The next second, its three mouths each opened, reciting different honorific names:
"King of the Sky, Emperor of the Sea, Lord of Calamity, God of Storms."
"The goddess of the night, more sublime than the stars, more eternal than eternity, the lord of crimson, the mother of secrets, the queen of calamity and fear, the lord of slumber and silence."
"Adam!"
Cyril waited quietly for them to finish reciting all the honored names, and then nothing happened.
Snapped!
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a pitch-black curtain inlaid with starlight appeared and disappeared around him.
"Hidden space!"
He temporarily transformed "spatial concealment" into "spatial cage," which is equivalent to a seal that can effectively block any means of communication with the outside world.