The deepest layer of the seven-layered Heaven,
The lody carried by vinyl records is reverberating in this area, a "field" of completion transcending all malice is fully spreading across this region.
The Second Disaster - Hannibal Lecter, rarely presents a "chef's stance".
Only when encountering a 'strong opponent' who is 'alone' will he adopt this stance, allowing the target to undergo this "one-on-one" treatnt thod.
The na of the field is quite simple.
"Cutting Board".
This field can only affect one person at a ti, individuals not under its effect won't be able to observe the field's form and won't be influenced at all.
As for the individual influenced by the field, they will fall into an almost despairing situation, able to distinctly feel the surrounding scene replaced by a chopping board, and before them, Hannibal transforms into a giant chef.
Hannibal will discard all outside interference and solely process this "strong ingredient" before him.
Even Yi Chen, at the death limit and a top-tier murderer, feels himself reduced to 'fish at', with no room for resistance, predestined to be killed and made into food.
However,
Yi Chen doesn't care,
Having just killed the Seventh Disaster, he was entering the state of 'slaughtering the strong', and this one-on-one scenario before him was exactly what he wanted.
Beneath hair continuously dripping black water, there was a slightly upturned corner of the mouth, a certain whisper of death called out from between his lips.
...
Ti winds back to a while ago,
At Yi Chen's suggestion, the hotel specially vacated a layer of space, creating a 'gym' specifically for combat training, and the Manager himself also participated, having an exhilarating duel with Yi Chen.
For a long ti, there was no decisive victor,
During the intermission, the Manager gave Yi Chen high praise, "Your speed has reached the level of [Gap], and your slaughtering nature even surpasses the forr Tenth Disaster. With the death you wield, if the Lighthouse ntal Hospital were to re-rate the disasters, you could probably contend with
for the third position."
Having stayed at the hotel for a long ti, Yi Chen also relaxed and started chatting idly in response to the personal spar from the opposite party.
"Not good enough for second?"
"Although neither I nor the Second can be directly dominated by Ruben, there is still a significant gap between
and the Second,
During your stay at the hotel, you've left quite a scent behind, and it seems to accumulate the aura of the Second; it seems you two had so contact before?"
Yi Chen did not hide, sharing his experience of once going to the lower realms of Heaven.
The Manager's expression turned solemn, "NO.2 has an extraordinary obsession with ingredients, even to the point of being compulsive.
There's never been a case where collected ingredients escape from his grasp, perhaps when you et again, even if you have the 'Disaster' identity, he'll still forcibly collect you.
NO.2 shares a similarity with the forr Tenth Disaster, in that he doesn't have many strange abilities. Once he sets a target, he'll enter a 'one-on-one' mode.
Now, if you et him alone, it would be certain death."
"Before the Great Annihilation begins, is there a chance to increase my odds?"
"Due to NO.2's survival of the fittest trait, your odds against him are either 0 or 1, you can only win if you're stronger than him.
In my view, you've almost reached your limit in your domain, even with effort in the upcoming ti, it's difficult to have much improvent, your [limit] is only so much, insufficient to surpass him.
Avoid contact with NO.2 as much as possible, and if you must, avoid being alone."
"Thank you, Manager."
...
In the chef stance, Hannibal gazes with contempt at the high-grade ingredient on the cutting board, preparing to start processing as he wipes his dining knife with disposable napkins.
Just when he was about to cut,
Whoosh~
A sudden sound of waves arose near his ears.
With the appearance of this sound, the supposedly clean cutting board unexpectedly overflowed with a large amount of black water, and though this black water had no peculiar odor, it emitted a death aura contrary to freshness.
Bubble bubble~
Once the black water flooded the entire cutting board, it still bubbled, as if sothing was about to erge.
Hannibal observed one of the bubbling spots, indeed sothing surfaced — a "human head".
A severed head of the dead, yet it didn't swell or distend under long years of seawater soaking, remaining in the state of being beheaded,
Staring with copper bell-like eyes, fixing its gaze on Hannibal.
Bubble bubble~
More bubbles subsequently erged,
One by one, dismbered and gutted deceased also appeared, so heads alone found their forr bodies, using needle and thread to rapidly sew themselves together.
A dense cluster of the dead appeared on the chopping board, or should I say stood on the sea of the dead,
And all their eyes were fixed on Hannibal,
Even the Seventh Disaster, who recently died, appeared among them as one of the dead,
With so many dead appearing at once, standing together on the chopping board, each existing independently, it directly broke the field targeting a single individual without a fight.
The cutting board vanished,
The 'giant' Hannibal, who was about to process the ingredient at the kitchen counter, reverted to his original size,
Looking at this group of the dead from the Black Sea and Yi Chen surrounded at the center, Hannibal's face showed a look of disgust and disdain.
"Ah~ I thought you were a lone assassin; I didn't expect you to be a 'cluster', which is my least favorite type.
Moreover, I detest dead at, frozen at the most, what a bother."
Hannibal raised the dining knife in his hand, lightly swung it.
Even without the enhancent of the 'field', to him, this group of low-level dead, no matter how many, was but a matter of one or two cuts.
Even if the entire Dead Sea presented itself, he could slice it all apart.
As long as he can cut all the dead at into pieces, then reopen the "Cutting Board" to process Yi Chen, it's rely a matter of wasting a bit more ti.
Buzz!
Like cooking as usual, Hannibal swung a blade swiftly yet without losing elegance.
"at Cutting"
A concept regarding disassembling ingredients spread with this cut, anything affected by this concept, no matter the condition of the body, dead or alive, it would be entirely disassembled like food ingredients.
Seeing that the concept was about to reach this group of the dead,
A shadow dashed out from among the groups, blocking at the forefront,
Clang!
The sea surface diffused with intense ripples, also along with a slash mark cutting deep into nearly a kiloter of sea surface.
The group of the dead remained unscathed,
Simply because the 'king' they revered chose to block at the forefront actively,
Chunks of 3×3×3cm diced at fell into the sea surface, but not many, while a certain severed iron chain swayed in the air.
Yi Chen's arms suffered from 'at Cutting', but it's limited to his arms, and the form of his arms barely remains.
Though his face and other body parts also have slashes, even with so internal organs severed, as a person, he still exists as a whole; his arms blocked most of it.
The chains reaching the highest level of plague wrapped tightly around his arms, even when disassembled, they can rely on the chain's penetration and binding to maintain the shape of the arms.
This chain was brought out by Nash from the monastery, equivalent to the Iron Chains of a Prison Director.
Due to its tallic trait, the effect of at Cutting is significantly reduced.
His arms crossed before him, blocking this strike, Yi Chen's grin grew deeper, "As long as I don't fall to a single cut, I can approach and behead you... You're too strong, it's so exhilarating!"
Saliva seeped from the grinning corner of his mouth,
Similar to saliva secreted by a gourt upon seeing perfect cuisine,
This is saliva secreted by a murderer upon seeing the strongest prey,
Yi Chen's ego was completely activated at this mont, all his lifelong abilities would be wielded now, two delicate yet cold hands covering his face.
[Instant]
Buzz!
Completely severed ankle fell into the Dead Sea,
The legless Yi Chen had already arrived behind Hannibal, the white tie suspending Yi Chen in the air, presenting the perfect beheading angle.
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