German held the "Burial Blade," spreading his silver wings.
In midair, there was another loud explosion as he shot fiercely toward the "Collector."
Bang—
The "Collector" clasped his palms together, trying to catch German.
But German slipped through his fingers at even greater speed.
He wouldn't let the "Collector" capture him easily.
At the same time, he needed to strike back with sharp and effective attacks.
Whoosh—
The "Burial Blade" shattered the glass of the rare cabinet surrounding the "Collector's" skull.
Shards flew everywhere.
From the skeleton wounded by the blade, yellow flames of strange fire spilled out.
The "Collector" was startled.
Ignoring the injury on his skull, he quickly wrapped his yellow cloak over his head.
In that instant, his enormous body rapidly shrank.
German's overwhelming pressure forced him to immediately use his most terrifying ability.
He curled into a ball, wrapped tightly in the yellow cloak.
His size shrank to nearly one percent of what it was before.
Thump, thump, thump, thump—
Like a beating heart, he pulsed continuously, gathering energy.
This process was actually quite fast.
Then, the yellow cloak spread open.
He rapidly expanded, shedding layer after layer of his outer skin.
From the yellow cloak, a terrifying gale burst forth.
Boom—
The fierce wind howled.
Several nearby flesh mountains, as well as the large beasts that had been fighting, were all shaken violently by the wind.
Very quickly, the flesh on the large beasts was stripped away by the fierce wind like a bone-scraping blade, layer by layer, turning into rotting mud that flew far into the distance.
They didn't even have time to let out a roar, and their sorrowful cries were completely swallowed by the howling wind.
Only skeletons remained where they once stood, but even those were doomed. After cracking with a clattering sound, the bones shattered into powder and were swept up by the wind.
The surrounding piles of flesh met the same fate. Their loose structures scattered instantly, flying apart in chaos.
Everything seemed caught in a giant meat grinder, crushed into a puddle of slime and then thrown far away.
Germain was caught in the midst of the gale as well. His silver wings, black robe, and flesh all seemed to want to tear away from him uncontrollably.
He felt his skin and muscles ripping, even his bones shaking.
Germain fought with all his might to hold on, but his body was slowly being blown away, drifting farther from the "Collector."
To stop the Collector's raging windstorm, Germain immediately pulled out the "Deep Sea Badge" and activated it.
The Deep Sea Badge allowed him to call forth wind and rain within a certain area, and the wild wind unleashed by the Collector was within that range.
A low hum sounded—
The wind suddenly changed direction, no longer targeting Germain but instead blowing back toward the Collector.
The Collector had thought that unleashing this devastating hurricane would guarantee victory, but unexpectedly, Germain once again had a countermeasure.
The Collector was forced to fight for control of the wild wind to prevent its yellow-clad body from being destroyed by this strange gust.
Whoosh—
In no time, all the Collector's hoarded treasures were blown away, turning into a bloody storm falling into the distance. The entire ground was stripped of a layer of soil.
Swoosh—
The sandstorm surged briefly before disappearing suddenly. The Collector emerged from the dust, restored to its original form.
After battling Germain for control of the wind for some time, the Collector realized it could not gain the upper hand and was gradually losing ground.
So it dispersed the wild wind.
But with this, all of the "Collector's" tricks had been used, and Germain countered each one in various ways.
What else could it possibly do now?
Even the "Collector" itself wasn't sure.
Germain did not rush to chase.
He calmly hovered in the air, waiting for his flesh to rapidly heal while checking the "Hunter Badge" and the "Resentment Badge."
"Hunter Badge's Gift: Two Teleport Lanterns."
"Resentment Badge's Gift: The Remains of the Formless Flesh, The Remains of the Boar God."
It seemed the battle on the other side had already been decided.
His conjured "Remains of the Bloodthirsty Apostle" and "Remains of the Old Witch" had sacrificed themselves, severely wounding the "Formless Flesh" and the "Boar God," giving Ging a perfect chance to finish them off.
With that done, only this stubborn "Collector" remained.
Boom—
Germain accelerated again in midair, flying in a wide circle around the "Collector," preparing for his next attack.
Seeing Germain getting closer, the "Collector" had no choice but to act.
It spread out its yellow robe, revealing darkness and a faintly visible skull beneath.
Buzz—
A psychic shockwave struck, and the silver light above Germain's head flared like it was ignited, shining brightly before fading away.
He didn't mind the shockwave much.
What concerned him more was that the "Collector" repeated an ability it had used before.
In other words... it had no other moves left?
Feeling a slight surprise deep inside, Germain didn't hesitate and launched his attack.
Since you can't come up with a new attack, it's my turn now.
Whoosh—
He transformed into a silver arc of light, closing in on the "Collector," then quickly flew around it.
The increasing speed was so fast that even the "Collector" couldn't keep up. It reached out with its hands, the yellow robe swirling, but missed several times.
Germain wasn't flying around the "Collector" aimlessly. Instead, he used his speed in this state and the sharpness of the "Burial Blade" to turn himself into a weapon.
Crack, crack, crack—
First his fingers, then the yellow robe, followed by the remaining parts of the cabinet of curiosities, and finally the skull...
The "Collector" realized it was being continuously and bit by bit dismembered by the silver arc of light.
Especially when the yellow robe was completely shattered, revealing the bare skeleton beneath, its current state looked even more desperate.
Roar—
It let out a howl. Its hands, reduced to just finger bones, wildly flailed in the air, as if trying desperately to grab Germain.
At this moment, the "Collector" no longer had time to think about what it would do if it truly caught Germain next—whether it would seriously injure or kill him. All it wanted was to catch him.
As one of the "Apostles of God," being toyed with like this, the "Collector's" anger had reached its peak. At the same time, its fear was also at its highest.
Boom—
Staggering, the "Collector" toppled forward like a giant tower and crashed heavily to the ground, shattering the earth beneath it.
Only then did it realize its left leg had been cut off. With just its right leg left, it couldn't support its enormous body.
The "Collector" tried to push itself up with both hands, but sadly realized its left and right hands—both severed at the finger bones—were now completely broken.
The silver streak of light did not stop.
Lying on the ground, it looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Jermain descended from the sky, swinging his black scythe with a fierce slash wave.
Like a guillotine, it cut the "Collector's" skull cleanly in two, delivering a fatal blow!
Whoosh—
The "Collector" immediately died.
Its massive corpse burst into yellow flames, resembling a burning mountain from afar.
Where it fell, numerous lines suddenly appeared on the ground, intricately interwoven like the delicate patterns on a microchip.
A "Ritual Stone Formation" materialized.
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