Blood splattered,
The back of the neck was almost completely severed, only barely holding on by a piece of skin.
Hannibal Lecter, in a chef's deanor, fell heavily into a pool of blood, his head nearly detached from his body, the beheading effect perfectly executed.
Though this beheading was a bit inferior compared to the top-notch beheading by Yi Chen, the ultimate murderer, it had been executed to the utmost perfection,
The executioner was none other than the circus's top executioner from years ago and the one who has been learning from within Yi Chen's body all these years—Mahat J. Nash, who also held the Iron Chains.
During this ti, Nash completely fulfilled the duties of the Parasite and remained within Yi Chen's brain, growing alongside him through symbiosis, even sharing in the box office earnings.
Most importantly, the long-term intracranial parasitism forged a deep connection between him and Yi Chen.
This strike had been brewing for a long ti, and finally, under Yi Chen's personal guidance and infusion of murderous intent, it was unleashed perfectly, delivering an unexpected blow to Hannibal.
Gurgling~
Hannibal's corpse started bubbling, lting, until it completely turned into blood water.
Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen felt no joy in victory but rather wore a troubled expression, quickly backing away using Instant Step.
Trying to use this brief ti to repair his physical body, making his aged and scarred body sowhat youthful, but the total reserve of the Dead Sea was reduced to less than 1/5.
Nash's strike was indeed effective but insufficient to kill, after all, the gap between them was too vast.
Besides, such an entity as Hannibal surely had ans of self-preservation.
After Nash's strike, the [Total Malice] did decrease but did not vanish, estimated to have only reduced by about 1/3.
The most crucial thing is,
The "Attribute" of Evil has changed at this mont,
This transformation had occurred before when Hannibal changed from a "Gourt Gentleman" to a "Chef".
Only this ti, the change was even broader, enveloping the entire malice beginning to retract, solidify, and increase in density.
The blood that Hannibal's body had turned into started coagulating the 'iron ions', which fused upwards to form iron columns, the surrounding scenery also changed accordingly.
The spacious and expansive lower layer of the containnt area shrank tenfold, completely sealing the prison activity zone.
A newly incarnated Hannibal stood at the center,
No longer with the elegance from before,
Decked out in "prisoner's garb", his face masked with a tal restraint specifically used to hold this 'Predator'.
His feet chained with shackles restricting his steps,
His hands restrained behind him, connected by an iron wire to the prison ceiling, limiting his movent range,
Following "Gourt Gentleman" and "Chef",
Hannibal showed his third form, where malice is at its densest. Despite appearing bound physically, even the prison setting seed to restrain him.
In reality, his inner restraints as a gourt, gentleman, and chef had been lifted,
As a prisoner, he could truly unleash carnage, rather than previously just focusing on 'at Cutting' for food.
Standing in such an environnt, Yi Chen felt a danger aura far stronger than before, even detecting a kindred aura from Hannibal, a supre murderer's aura.
As a prisoner, Hannibal did not make any direct moves, but spoke from behind the mask expressing his inner thoughts.
"Parasite… who could have imagined you're such a low-grade ingredient, an ingredient that makes feel the most nauseated, splendid on the outside, internally rotten by parasitism.
This type of ingredient cannot be allowed to exist in this world; it must be completely purged clean. I have to use my strongest form to eliminate you.
In the current Cosmic Domain, only Ruben has seen this form of mine, now you beco the second to be deeply honored.
I almost forgot to tell you,
Among malice, the earliest murderer born was … what is called [Tenth Disaster] is rely a collection of inferiors.
Indeed, you as their new leader, are even more inferior.
Enough~ we've already wasted enough ti between us, I need to seek truly superior ingredients, to obtain the perfect womb, as for you, you can go die."
Though restrained, Hannibal did nothing physically, yet as he spoke these words, an absolute power from atop the food chain descended upon him.
It was not a slash, nor a cut, unlike any attack thod Yi Chen had seen before.
It seed just the purest form of [Plunder] from the strong to the weak.
Bang!
The arms defending Yi Chen were instantly shattered along with the Iron Chains wound around them.
The physical body was ground into mush,
The indestructible Iron Chains were broken into pieces,
And since the Iron Chains were Nash's most crucial part, the Parasite lurking in the ear canal waiting to strike also spewed a mouthful of blood, dying.
With arms lost and the Dead Sea having only less than one-fifth left,
Yi Chen felt a sense of unprecedented powerlessness, truly not expecting NO.2 could be that strong, even harboring a more terrifying stage unknown even to the Manager.
Now,
The hand covering Yi Chen's eyes also automatically released, its palm lightly resting on his shoulder, a middle-aged woman's face erged from the death mist.
"Yi Chen, you've already done well~ the entity before you isn't soone you can handle. The teacher is already satisfied with you, let the journey pause here temporarily.
Rather than being killed by such a guy, why not end your own life.
Everyone's prepared to pass away with you."
Perhaps this was Director Cao's advice, or maybe just Yi Chen facing reality, his hand already hovering over his neck, ready for a self-beheading.
…
[City of Evil]
Driven by the Eighth Disaster, the entire city has sprung out of the lower plane, fully rging with the Main Material Plane.
[The Body] as a transit station among myriad realms was almost completely filled with malice, representing the Tenth Disaster, the murderer cluster was wreaking havoc here.
The director was also involved, incidentally seeking inspiration for the script.
At this mont,
including the director, all murderers felt sothing,
perhaps sensing that Yi Mr. tied closely to them was in extrely dangerous circumstances, or perhaps perceiving the original murderer revealing its true form.
Always lingering in the Theater, Lene too felt sothing, her feminine Sixth Sense told her Yi Chen was in peril.
Moreover, she knew Yi Mr. hadn't returned ever since he left to deliver intelligence on the "Second Disaster".
Decisively,
Lene imdiately assud her optimal fertility state, preparing once again to aid Yi Mr. to escape danger through reproductive ans.
But this ti she got stuck,
Even though Lene had exerted all her strength, her belly was already hugely swollen, and she was dripping in sweat, she still couldn't bear anything.
[Difficult Labor]
To be precise, sothing was blocking 'birth'.
Lene, in a daze, envisioned a fully sealed prison where Yi Mr. was locked inside.
Reluctantly abandoning fertility,
A nearly exhausted Lene struggled to stand up, intending to inform the other crew mbers of Yi Chen's peril, but discovered the crew's murderers' aura couldn't be sensed anymore.
Everyone simultaneously ceased actions related to the Great Annihilation, left the Body City,
Even the crew, as its carrier, was gone.
…
Prison activity zone.
Hannibal fully restrained and wearing a confinent mask was already covered in black blood.
Black Sea depleted,
Paralyzed on one side,
The aging Yi Chen still standing,
Glaring fiercely at Hannibal before him.
Ding ding ding! The alarm bell rang fiercely, the current area also lit up red lights, hinting at an intruder entering the prison.
Linked through the Tenth Disaster internally.
Buzzing! The photography studio erected behind Yi Chen, various lighting tools erged and illuminated Yi Chen, the protagonist.
The crew descended,
In numbers completely overpowering Hannibal,
However, in Hannibal's eyes, there was nothing but disdain, as if rely seeing a swarm of disgusting flies.
"Just right… so inferior beings handled ahead of ti, so my appetite won't be affected later."
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