"Be careful, that's an infernal demon."
It was Old Ed.
There was even a hint of panic in his tone.
Clearly, he had also seen the red humanoid creature on the second floor across the street.
"An infernal demon is a spirit world race, and they are very powerful."
Old Ed's voice was tinged with fluster.
Elias pressed himself tightly against the cold wall.
A strong sense of nausea surged up his throat, accompanied by bursts of sharp ringing in his ears.
This was the physiological pressure brought by a high-existence-level being.
He gritted his teeth and asked inwardly.
'What the hell is that thing?'
Elias quickly searched through his pitifully meager knowledge of mysticism in his mind.
'Aren't creatures in the spirit world all like dream demons?'
According to his understanding as a modern layman.
Shouldn't the so-called spirit world be filled with those intangible, floating spiritual bodies that specialized in mental pollution?
How did that thing over there look like a spiritual body at all?!
"Look, you're being too immature by saying that!"
Old Ed sighed.
"The spirit world is vast!"
Old Ed explained quickly.
"There are also creatures in there similar to those in the material world, and they have their own corresponding habitats!"
Elias's scalp tingled as he listened.
He took a deep breath of the murky air and forced the topic back to the most critical issue at hand.
"So what do I do now?"
Fighting was definitely out of the question.
Running?
With those eyes like hellfire staring at him, could he really outrun it with just two legs?
However.
His mind fell into a brief silence.
Just as Elias thought Old Ed was preparing some life-saving trump card.
Old Ed's voice rang out again, filled with a very straightforward sense of helplessness.
"I don't know either."
"What the fuck?"
Elias's eyes widened, and he nearly spat a mouthful of blood against the wall.
Old Ed ignored his shock entirely.
"He is a spirit world creature, and his perception of spiritual bodies is extremely keen!"
"He's probably already sensed me, so I can't chat with you anymore."
"I'm out of here!"
Before the words had even finished, Elias was instantly enraged.
"You disloyal old geezer!"
"Don't worry, he's unlikely to kill you in broad daylight."
"Besides."
"Creatures like infernal demons value the spirit of contract the most, so there's no need to worry."
Old Ed offered some extremely perfunctory comfort.
Then.
As if he couldn't wait to pull the phone line.
The speed at which Old Ed disconnected the 【Mental Message】 was as fast as ever.
"Dammit..."
Elias leaned against the wall, painfully rubbing his throbbing temples.
Based on the blood and tear-filled experience he had gathered during this time.
Generally speaking, the words of this old ghost, Edmond Russell, had to be believed with extreme caution.
Because you could never rule out which part of his long-winded speeches was utter nonsense.
Just like this matter.
The old man had vowed to comfort him, saying nothing major would happen and telling him to relax.
And the result?
He ran away faster than a dog!
This forced Elias to be suspicious.
If it were true, as the old man said, that infernal demons were a race that valued contracts.
Then even if the other party could sense spiritual bodies, so what?
Why did he run?
Could it be that this Scale Two old fogey had some unspeakable past grievance with spirit world races?
In short, this old man was definitely hiding something from him!
What a scam!
However, time waited for no one.
Elias hid in the shadows, still debating whether to grit his teeth and go or risk death by turning to run.
But the infernal demon in the ruins of the second floor opposite had already spoken.
"Human..."
The voice was extremely muffled.
"Come, we make a deal."
"Run, and you die."
Short, blunt, and filled with an unquestionable threat of death.
Elias's expression looked as if he had eaten a dead fly.
Look at that!
Listen to that!
Could these be the words of a spirit world race that supposedly 'valued the spirit of contract'?!
A deal with a blade held to someone's throat is also called a deal?!
Even if the boots on his feet were the best for running, could he outrun the pursuit of a spirit world creature?
Just that dream demon alone could take the opportunity to suck his spirituality when he was suppressed by the 'Lord' of the Mist Veil Society.
Not to mention an infernal demon.
In Elias's understanding, things like contracts.
Depended on whoever had the bigger fist!
Of course, in this damn supernatural world, the Dawn Lady had the biggest fist.
Therefore, all supernatural contracts had to be certified by the Dawn Lady's emblem to have absolute binding force.
But when facing an existence like an infernal demon.
Wouldn't it just conveniently kill the weak party after finishing the so-called contract deal?
Burning bridges was something black-hearted bosses did often, and a devil would only do it more ruthlessly!
Elias felt a sharp headache.
But he had no other choice.
He took a deep breath of the murky air, enduring the physiological discomfort.
Spirit Vision, activate.
His vision instantly distorted.
Unsurprisingly.
The moment he looked across the street through Spirit Vision.
His optic nerves were nearly scorched!
Above the infernal demon's massive body, a deep red spirituality had already covered the entire second floor of the building!
Just one look caused the spirituality in Elias's body to frantically fill his soul barrier, and a strong sense of dizziness washed over him.
Couldn't afford to provoke it.
He really couldn't afford to provoke it!
In the face of absolute violence, any struggle was a futile attempt to throw his life away.
Elias was very good at being flexible when needed.
Saving his life was the priority.
He could only sigh helplessly.
He obediently walked out of the hotel's shadows and headed toward the other side of the street.
His leather boots stepped on the slippery stone slabs of the St. John's Cross street.
The previous chaos had left the place a mess, with puddles and discarded shoes everywhere.
He arrived at the base of the two-story building.
The first floor of this building was a fairly high-end barbershop.
Through the glass display windows, he could see the leather chairs inside.
However, at this moment, the people inside had long been driven away by Cecil's metronome.
Beside the barbershop was a stairwell.
It led straight to Mester's Treatment Room on the second floor.
Elias stood at the entrance of the stairs.
He took a deep breath and simply deactivated the effect of the 【Moonlight Veil】.
He had already been locked onto by that thing anyway.
There was no point in wearing it anymore, and it would only waste his already meager spirituality for nothing.
Upon reaching the second floor, Mester's Treatment Room was now a complete mess.
It was impossible to tell it was originally a clinic.
The shattered solid wood door of the second floor had turned into a pile of charred and twisted wood chips.
Elias carefully lifted his feet and stepped through the mess.
Inside the room, wooden furniture lay broken everywhere.
And in the center of the ruins, the body of a doctor in a white coat lay quietly.
However.
In this almost destroyed room, a few solid wood cabinets remained intact.
At the feet of the infernal demon sat a metal safe.
The surfaces of those cabinets and the safe emitted a familiar, faint glow.
Elias immediately felt it.
That was the power belonging to the Moon Lord!
It seemed that this dead psychiatrist named Mester.
Was also a Moon Lord believer.
But...
Even as a fellow believer of the Moon Lord.
This guy actually used supernatural power to target an ordinary person like Brian who had no way to resist!
Such underhanded tactics were truly a disgrace to the Moon Lord!
Elias's gaze did not linger on the disgraceful corpse for long.
He slowly raised his head.
He looked directly at the infernal demon standing by the broken window.
Its rough, deep red skin looked as if it were composed of solidified lava.
A pair of yellow eyes.
On its head grew four thick horns that curved backward.
Its body was extremely muscular.
Its upper body wore only a tattered black cloak.
The edges of the cloak were densely hung with the skulls of various unknown creatures.
On its left shoulder was a rough, single-sided metal pauldron.
On its two thick arms was a pair of heavy leather bracers made from some unknown animal skin.
What drew the most attention was its right hand.
In that palm the size of a millstone, it gripped a sword tightly.
A sword that was blazing with fire!
Compared to its almost naked upper body.
The creature's lower body was actually quite well-clothed.
A belt, pants, metal greaves, and combat boots.
Elias really wanted to ask why only its upper body was so hot.
But after thinking about it, he held back.
And that burning sword sent him into deep thought.
Could this be the legendary Firemourne?
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