"Whoosh!"
The blazing lava longsword danced with eerie blue flames, gripped in the hands of the demonized Silas.
At this moment, horns sprouted from his head, bat wings spread from his back, his figure tall and sinister, his eyes cold and bloodthirsty, brimming with unrestrained malice.
"Swish!"
The lava longsword traced a scorching arc through the air, swinging down toward the waiter on the ground.
Just then, the opponent launched a counterattack.
The waiter suddenly raised his head.
Though his golden dragon-like vertical pupils were filled with pain, it wasn't as intense as he'd just displayed.
He'd likely used that Spectator pathway mystical item to ease the mental shock he'd received.
So he was only pretending, all to make Silas approach!
"Roar!"
A silent, majestic dragon roar suddenly rang out, spreading from him as its center like ripples on water.
The roar was filled with madness and malice, as if it could directly awaken the most chaotic instincts buried deep in one's heart.
"Psychiatrist's" "Frenzy"!
The waiter had now activated his mystical artifact. For a short time, this ability reached Sequence 5 level!
The greatest problem with the Abyss Pathway was that due to its pronounced malice and madness, it was extremely susceptible to being controlled by desires for slaughter and cruelty, leading to loss of control.
So his objective was to use "Frenzy" at full output to make this "Demon" lose control!
Silas stood right in front of the waiter at this moment. This maddening roar struck him completely, reverberating through his mental world.
With the impact of the dragon's roar, Silas's head abruptly tilted back, his body stiffening for a second.
The sinister aura around his entire body suddenly surged dramatically. The eerie blue flames instantly burned backward from the longsword, spreading across his entire body!
"Heh heh..."
Pain still lingered on the waiter's face, but he managed to smile.
This kind of manipulation of hearts, bewitching others, driving people mad—this was their pathway's method of combat.
He watched Silas with anticipation, waiting for him to fall into madness and even lose control.
"Whoosh."
The next instant, the world in the waiter's eyes tilted.
The towering demon standing before him, Sophia behind him with her eyes wide in shock, the entire resplendent powder room—everything slanted toward his left and slowly floated upward.
No, that's not right.
The smile on the waiter's face froze. He suddenly understood.
It wasn't the world that tilted. It was him—he'd been cut diagonally in half.
That longsword burning with eerie blue flames had somehow already dropped to Silas's side.
It sizzled, burning clean the blood that stained it. Silas looked at him coldly, the crimson depths of his demonized eyes filled with malice.
He hadn't lost control from the frenzy.
With a plop, the waiter's upper body slid along the cut, finally falling to the floor.
His internal organs, like a landslide, rolled down the slope and spilled into the accumulated water.
Behind him, the powder room wall bore deep slash marks, their edges smooth and rounded, as if the building materials had melted under high heat and then solidified.
"How is this possible..."
Half of the waiter's face was submerged in water, dark golden scales emerging on his body's surface.
He didn't die immediately but murmured unwillingly. He couldn't understand at all why a devil, which was so prone to losing control, hadn't been affected by "Frenzy."
Who told you I was a devil?
Silas didn't answer. Instead, he raised the burning sword and aimed it at the waiter's eyes.
"Who sent you?"
He asked.
Earlier in the hall, he'd been hiding in his sister's shadow and noticed Sophia rising from the main seat and leaving without any guards following.
At the same time, a waiter in the crowd had quietly pursued her. This person's movements were highly suspicious, as if everyone had ignored his existence.
The lava sword's high temperature quickly dried the waiter's water-soaked face.
Yet facing this terrifying weapon so close at hand, his pale face showed no panic.
"Heh heh... It was fate. Fate guided me here."
He spoke perplexing words with devout fervor.
"Not going to speak plainly?"
Seeing the other party would only speak in riddles, Silas didn't bother asking more. The lava longsword thrust straight forward. "Then I'll interrogate your spirit instead."
The longsword was incredibly sharp.
When it touched the scales on his body's surface that were hard enough to block bullets, it encountered some resistance but still pierced through.
The high temperature instantly destroyed the waiter's brain tissue.
So strong!
Behind him, Sophia couldn't help but think. When they'd parted that day, this guy hadn't been this formidable, yet now he'd become like this...
But before she could reflect much further, something strange happened.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The incomplete corpse on the ground was emitting a piercing laugh.
Even though his brain had been burned away, he was still laughing, his mouth wide open.
"You're the foolish ones!"
"Twilight approaches! The tide of the era cannot be stopped!"
He laughed while continuing to speak incomprehensible words.
Silas frowned slightly.
He sensed something ominous, as if something was happening invisibly.
The waiter's face had turned completely pale, as if all his blood had drained away.
Deep in his abdominal cavity, a golden object emerged from the wrapping of flesh and blood, glowing faintly.
It was a key, alternating between yellow and black.
Something's wrong!
Silas suddenly looked down and was shocked to discover that the blood had somehow already covered the entire floor of the powder room.
Moreover, the blood hadn't dissolved into the water in a very strange way.
Instead, like a living snake, it had spread across the floor, constructing a complete ritual array.
The center of the array seemed to form a blood-colored door, and at the doorknob's position was the key in the corpse's abdominal cavity.
The blood pattern glowed bright red, faintly luminous. It had already activated!
"Get out of here!"
Silas turned and shouted to Sophia.
"Boom!"
His body instantly transformed into a ball of flames, rapidly flying toward the exit.
However, the powder room's space suddenly became distorted. Despite the short distance, even Silas's full sprint couldn't get through!
Damn it!
He cursed inwardly.
Just as he was considering what to try next, he heard the waiter's crazed voice continue shouting, "Although I don't know where you'll end up, there will certainly be enough malice waiting for you there!"
Then he shouted out a word in ancient Hermes:
"Door!"
With the utterance of this word, the world instantly became distorted.
The powder room completely disappeared, replaced by countless illusory things.
They materialized outside the array, then quickly vanished.
Silas turned back and saw that Sophia had also been affected. She was staring in shock at everything outside.
We've been "teleported"?
As he thought this, he suddenly felt the scenery outside gradually becoming normal.
Looking around, he found himself seemingly in some underground structure.
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