Colonial Suit

"Who are you?" Blood瞳 asked, clutching his chest.

He hadn't asked before because there was no need, but now Blood瞳 felt it was necessary. In any case, someone who could injure him upon first meeting deserved attention and respect.

"My… name…" The black-armored angel raised his head, his red-glowing eyes looking towards the sky. He seemed to be recalling, or perhaps forgetting. After a long while, he finally answered in a hoarse voice.

"It seems… to be Tyron…"

"Seems to be?"

"A… worthless… life… a name… is a luxury."

The black-armored angel lowered his head, his gaze dim, but the next moment, his eyes glowed intensely red as he swung his right hand fiercely. A scarlet streak instantly swept past Blood瞳's location, leaving a crescent-shaped arc in the void. Within the blood-colored crescent, sharp wails of agony rang out, like the howls of souls.

But Blood瞳 had already disappeared, reappearing on the other side of the plaza.

The black-armored angel's attack was very strange, and Blood瞳 didn't want to try it again. Having come this far from x35, he had seen a lot, but he had never encountered an attack like the black-armored angel's, which could directly harm the soul. It felt as if he could suffer a fate worse than death if he wasn't careful.

While dodging this attack, Blood瞳 was also tightly gripping a broken section of chain. He had torn it off when he passed the stone tablet earlier, intending to free Robbie, but he realized it was not feasible.

Because as he tore off the chain, he clearly felt Robbie's life force being consumed significantly, indicating that he had merged with the chain, and harming the chain was equivalent to harming himself.

"I advise you… not to… waste your effort…" Tyron slowly retracted his greatsword, speaking intermittently. "He… is willing…"

"Willing!?"

How could that be possible?

Wait, it's not impossible! Blood瞳's pupils suddenly contracted, recalling the scene he had once seen in Robbie's consciousness: the man carrying a coffin climbing the mountain, the peak of guilt filled with evil spirits.

But hadn't he already resolved Robbie's inner conflict? Why would he still do this?

Blood瞳's gaze slowly moved downwards, eventually landing on the ground beneath his feet.

Within the black jade stone, the shadows of fallen angels slowly drifted, revealing countless faces of pain and wailing. Blood瞳 silently watched them, knowing that he had found the answer.

"He had never escaped his shackles."

"Everyone… is unable to escape… the restraints… of emotions…"

The black-armored angel Tyron said, his wings suddenly spreading open, emitting a thick aura of death. The next moment, he appeared above Blood瞳's head, swinging his sword down.

"You… are the same!"

A cold light flashed in Blood瞳's eyes, and just as he was about to dodge again, he suddenly felt his body sink, slowing him down by half a beat. This delay caused him to be struck directly by the blood-red greatsword. A terrifying pain instantly erupted in the depths of Blood瞳's soul, leaving him feeling as if he had been struck by lightning.

But that wasn't the worst of it. The worst thing was that with the black-armored angel's strike, Blood瞳's left arm couldn't move! Although all nerves, bones, muscles, and tendons were normal, he just couldn't feel the existence of his left arm. It was as if his left arm no longer belonged to him!

What was going on?

Blood瞳's heart trembled slightly, but his body spun around like lightning, and at the same time, a foot like a venomous snake plunged into the black-armored angel's abdomen. This kick was extremely powerful, almost piercing through the black-armored angel. After kicking him away, Blood瞳 had the time to investigate the cause. It wasn't difficult, because in his original location, countless illusory hands were slowly retracting underground, accompanied by the faint cries of fallen angels.

This mountain was actually the black-armored angel's prison! All the souls confined here were Tyron's servants! When Tyron attacked him, they were forced to launch binding attacks against him.

Blood瞳 instantly understood the reason, and a trace of anger rose in his heart again.

He knew this was bad, but he couldn't restrain himself. For others, anger was a source of interference in battle, but for him, anger was an additive to his fighting spirit. The angrier he was, the stronger his destructive power, the angrier he was, the more terrifying he became. An injured beast was more terrifying than an ordinary beast, and that was the reason.

But today, he couldn't be angry! Not only could he not be angry, but he also had to do his best to restrain all his negative emotions, because any negative emotion could become the opponent's weapon, his own fatal weakness!

Blood瞳 had already tasted the pain of being wounded in the soul once and didn't want to try it a second time.

No, that's not right…

Thinking of this, Blood瞳's gaze fell on his left arm, and his heart slowly sank.

Damage… to the soul?

Then this left arm…

"The wounds of the soul… are real wounds…" The black-armored angel covered his abdomen and got up in the distance. Blood瞳's kick just now wasn't light either, at least enough to penetrate the outer armor of a warship, so he wasn't having an easy time either.

"In this… world… the body… is not real…"

"Cut off… a part of your soul… and your body… will reflect it…"

He seemed to be clumsy in his words, awkwardly explaining. But the greatsword in his hand was merciless, swinging towards Blood瞳's legs. "This time… it's the feet…"

The familiar sense of sluggishness came again, but this time Blood瞳 had learned his lesson. He released energy from his body, forcefully avoiding the illusory hands that were binding him, and then disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already behind Tyron, using his left leg as a fulcrum, his right foot kicking upwards, striking Tyron's ribs.

With a bang, Tyron was sent flying like a cannonball. Immediately after, Blood瞳 chased after Tyron, but just as he was about to pursue, he saw Tyron's wings, which had somehow become like blades, slashing over. The wings were fast and sharp, and even more terrifying, they faintly carried a strong sense of death. Blood瞳 didn't want to be touched and had no choice but to give up.

But just as he dodged, the pair of wings suddenly erupted, and countless black feathers fell from the sky with a sharp whistle, sealing off every inch of space around Blood瞳. Under the distortion of the void, the whole world became sticky, like glue.

Not good!

Blood瞳's pupils suddenly contracted, but he couldn't completely avoid them, and was hit by two feathers.

Above his legs, black feathers flashed and disappeared, but pain came from the depths of Blood瞳's soul. His legs suddenly became difficult to move!

Tyron's attacks were too terrifying, each one targeting the soul. Blood瞳's defense, the self-healing properties of his enhanced cells, and even the power of the abyss were ineffective against it. As long as he was touched by a trace, he would be injured. Accumulating bit by bit, even Blood瞳 was starting to feel overwhelmed.

He couldn't go on like this.

Looking at the constantly falling black-armored angel, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Blood瞳's eyes.

When self-healing and physical toughness were no longer reliable, Blood瞳 had actually lost the capital to fight head-on. Trading injuries was worthless. If he wanted to win, the only way was to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop.

And that would come at a price!!