"Lord, this... is the Second Elent!"
The Swollen Doctor, just arriving at the ga arena, is not well-versed in various situations,
but the situation at hand is extrely urgent, and he must do his utmost to assist... yet the matter of Pope being the opponent cannot be ignored.
"Yes, this is my own choice.
This battle not only concerns the basic issue of victory and the acquisition of the Fate Treasure.
It will also affect my future prospects within the Black Tower and my status in the Demon circle... So, I cannot lose.
And the confrontation between Pope and will inevitably happen one day,
even if not here, it will be at Mi University, or even in critical areas. Being able to face it here in advance may not be a bad thing.
In this Ladybug Ga, Pope and I are both restrained to the sa level."
Sigh...
Han Dong took a deep breath and made a significant decision.
"Doctor, I need to ask you sothing, and I believe you can do it!
You are currently fused with my brain area, and you can detect my body condition and every ability.
From now on, what you need to do is solely ’think.’
Gather all aspects of the environnt, , and Pope, and conduct a deep simulation using these as references... set a ’trap’ for Pope."
Upon hearing this request, the Swollen Doctor felt his scalp tingle.
Furthermore, he instinctively feared an existence like Pope.
"This... this is the Second Elent!
Praised as the most favored disciple of the omniscient and omnipotent beings, Pope even possesses foresight and comprehensive deduction capabilities, with brainpower absolutely not inferior to anyone of the sa rank.
How could I possibly achieve that?"
"You can.
Because we’re two people... and Pope is one person.
I said I would pressure him incessantly, at all costs, to ensure he cannot perform coherent thinking and deep simulations."
With that,
Han Dong directly inserted his entire middle finger into his ear canal, piercing through the eardrum and cochlear structure, reaching directly to the brain area... gently touching the surface of the brain tissue.
"Doctor, I’ve always believed in you! That’s why I’m willing to entrust all experints to your managent."
"Alright! I’ll give it a try."
Encouraged by Han Dong’s whispering, the Doctor made up his mind.
He took out 120% of his spirit state from the usual research period and started a comprehensive sand table simulation.
Even smoothing the surface of the brain, transforming it into the Stomach Palace’s competition field, while simultaneously constructing two figures symbolizing Han Dong and Pope, comncing a full load calculation between brains.
...
On the field.
After assigning the relevant task, Han Dong turned his sight back to the present.
Getting close to Pope might encounter two completely different situations: ’Space Compression’ and ’Void Penetration’,
the forr leaning towards control, and the latter leaning towards harm.
"Let’s try from a distance."
Han Dong imdiately started running in circles with maximum speed around Pope.
Left hand waved~ Ka!
Crows carrying the breath of death instantly took flight, with black sand constantly sliding off their bodies.
This kind of magical life ford by the condensation of black sand has its own instincts, and can change its position during flight to make it difficult to capture... once it hits the target, it will break down into grains of black sand swiftly invading the body.
Dozens of crows flew towards Pope from different angles as Han Dong circled.
Feynman from the Greek team couldn’t help but exclaim:
"To deploy such ’active magic’ within the ga arena... and the death level is on par with mine.
Isn’t this person supposed to be Body-based? Why does he have such mastery of magic?"
However.
The situation on the field appeared sowhat strange.
No matter how many crows Han Dong released, nor how fast he ran in circles... Pope’s starry eyes constantly focused on Han Dong, not caring about the situation with the crows.
As if the Death Crows were incapable of harming him.
Suddenly.
Pope seed to have captured sothing,
ignoring the crows flying towards him from all directions, Han Dong in his sight transford into a star, his orbital movents, and even future trajectories were distinctly recorded in Pope’s brain domain.
"Complete Dynamic Lock"
Right arm raised.
A strong energy converged at the fingertips... as the starlight flickered, a starlight beam was already shot out.
The target was Han Dong’s brain.
Witnessing this scene, even Green, who was spectating, felt a tightening in his heart.
Lying on the at cushion, he imdiately changed to a decent sitting posture, seriously observing the line’s penetration situation.
Whizz!
The beam pierced across half of the arena, shooting into the side wall.
Ymir’s Stomach Palace was almost penetrated by the beam... leaving a profoundly deep small hole on the exterior wall surface.
One could say that Pope’s specialty is energy emission.
Even in the London ga, through void bombardnt, he forcibly killed the escaping Mythic Bodies.
However, the situation on the field appeared unusual.
Firstly, the attacking Death Crows,
Pope seemingly hadn’t done anything, yet the flock of crows all perished at a one-ter distance, a ter outward from him filled with black sand.
Still.
Pope himself was also quite perplexed by the current scene, even slightly tilted his head to express confusion.
Because the perfect ray he released didn’t hit the target either.
"I’ve clearly locked onto the ’star trajectory’, there’s no way any deviation occurred. Could it be... the trajectory changed?"
Han Dong, not far away, had ceased running.
Though appearing expressionless, he was internally shocked.
Upon observing the starlight from Pope’s fingertips, a deathly fear swept through his entire body, even causing the Doctor imrsed in the sand table simulation to jump in shock, assuming death was nigh.
In realizing evasion was impossible.
His survival instinct, coupled with everything accumulated so far, was entirely wielded for the activation of the Demon Eye... resulting in a whirlpool forming within the pupil, the Black Whirl Effect acting upon the space ahead.
Consequently, the incoming starlight beam was influenced by distortion, altering its path.
Nearly grazing past Han Dong’s temple, quite dangerous.
’I thought close combat was already dangerous,
didn’t expect Pope to be truly skilled at long-range attacks? The previous beam seed to anticipate the future trajectory of my actions, locking onto the head with absolute precision.
Releasing the Vortex Eye incurs excessive energy consumption, warranted just a few uses, and may not necessarily influence each trajectory in ti.
In this sense, close combat seems better.
Have to reveal the trump card ahead of ti... what a terrifying fellow!’
At this mont.
Both stared at each other with puzzled looks.
Han Dong also noted Pope effortlessly deconstructed the approaching Death Crows without implenting any defense asures.
"The power of the Demon Book?
I recall the reward Pope received in the London ga was the [Revelation of Glaki]... given his learning capability, he’s certainly more profound than Eugenes, perhaps even fully mastering the first portion.
So difficult!"
Han Dong shook his head helplessly and approached Pope again.
However, this ti differed.
As Han Dong got close enough,
the flowing blood in the right arm was utterly activated under the Count’s control, manifesting in a sword-like structure.
Raising the arm instantly~ Swish!
A Holy Sword cast from fresh blood erged from the palm.
"Hmm!?"
Pope, as a Demon, imdiately sensed the attribute restrain from the Holy Sword!
He absolutely couldn’t intercept the Sword Blade with fingers like before.
Starlight Overflow!
Conducting spatial shaping of pure energy, a Cosmic Light Sword instantly ford in Pope’s grasp.
Ding!
The two swords crossed, sending a ripping airwave across the arena.
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