People are Behind the Scenes, and I Can Do the Material Fusion!

45: Demon SwordHearing An Changyang’s translation, Blood Skyhawk also noticed the other party’s momentary daze, and combined with the content of the words, Blood Skyhawk immediately determined that the other party was lying.

However, he didn’t care.

Even if the guardian was a master of Dawn’s caliber, Blood Skyhawk was not afraid at all.

His goal was clear—just to find the Critical Point and open it, not to engage in a head-on battle with the other party.

As long as he obtained the energy orb given by the Scarlet Lord, the mission could be completed.

If anyone dared to obstruct him, he would simply deal with them along the way.

As for the level of the Critical Point?

Blood Skyhawk actually hoped it was an S-plus level.

After all, the rewards for opening S-level and S-plus level Critical Points must be different!

So, he didn’t expose the other party’s lie, but directly asked:

“Where is the Critical Point?”

After receiving confirmation, Blood Skyhawk killed that soldier without hesitation.

Then, he called the two who had already eaten their fill and Su Yun, and they rushed towards the Bay.

…

On the other side, in a dilapidated shrine on a large mountain, a young man sat alone.

The long blade at his waist emitted an eerie demonic glow.

Suddenly, the man sharply opened his eyes and muttered to himself:

“Is my clone dead? Great Xia people…”

That’s right, this young man was none other than Watanabe Ichiro, who was thought to be dead.

Just then, the statue in the shrine began to release wisps of black aura.

These black auras seemed to have Life, slowly gathering and taking shape, finally revealing a ragged woman.

She trembled slightly, as if she had just woken from a deep slumber.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on Watanabe Ichiro.

A strange smile played on her lips, and then she leaned behind Watanabe Ichiro, her long, pale fingers gently tracing Watanabe Ichiro’s cheek.

Her exquisite face drew close to Watanabe Ichiro’s ear, and she softly said, “Awake? How is it, do you want to merge with me?”

The woman’s voice was soft yet full of temptation.

But Watanabe Ichiro did not respond; his gaze remained fixed on the distance, as if he hadn’t heard at all.

“Let’s merge again, kill together, and listen to the beauty of wails and death together.”

Seeing Watanabe still unmoved, the woman shed her previous docile demeanor, her voice revealing madness and craving, as if she had an uncontrollable desire for slaughter.

However, Watanabe Ichiro still showed no reaction. After a while, he slowly stood up, his movements stiff as if he hadn’t moved for a long time.

“It seems it’s time to go out.”

Watanabe Ichiro’s voice was calm, without a ripple.

“Hahaha!”

The woman suddenly burst into laughter, “You finally thought it through! It’s great to choose to go out!”

But there was a hint of madness in her laughter.

Hearing this, Watanabe Ichiro finally reacted.

With a clang, the long blade was drawn, resting against the woman’s neck. His eyes were icy cold.

“You can go out, but you are not allowed to kill without my command.”

“Otherwise, before I die, I will never step out of here,” Watanabe Ichiro said coldly.

“Ah? Hahaha!”

The woman laughed, “Kill people? Watanabe Ichiro, why are you pretending to be noble?”

“To gain power back then, didn’t you slaughter all the superhumans in the entire country?”

“Others even praised you for pacifying the country’s superhuman unrest by yourself!”

“But little did they know, those ants couldn’t even improve your strength by being killed, so you just let them go.”

“In Great Xia, isn’t this called a ‘hypocrite’?”

The woman’s mocking words were full of ridicule.

But Watanabe Ichiro remained unmoved, the blade still pressed steadily against her neck.

“So, you choose not to go out?”

Watanabe Ichiro’s tone was indifferent, but the blade gleamed with cold light.

The woman looked directly at Watanabe Ichiro, seeing no sign of wavering in his expression.

She suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter was as grating as nails scratching glass.

“Alright, I agree.”

She slowly raised her hands, assuming a gesture of surrender, “No killing… unless you allow it.”

But the playful expression on her face made it seem unlikely that she would keep her word.

Watanabe Ichiro sheathed his blade, the sound of metal friction particularly harsh in the silent shrine.

He turned and walked towards the shrine door, his wooden clogs creaking on the decaying floor.

The woman followed him silently, her black, mist-like skirt gently sweeping over the dust-covered shrine.

“Remember your promise.”

Watanabe Ichiro suddenly stopped, his hand on the hilt of his blade.

The shrine’s door frame silently shattered before him, turning into fine powder that drifted down.

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, tracing her pale neck with a scarlet fingernail: “Alright.”

But she changed her tone: “However, I also have a request—you can only use me to kill people.”

As her words fell, a pitch-black power surged forth, swiftly and tightly enveloping Watanabe Ichiro’s right hand, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

However, at the same time, Watanabe Ichiro’s left hand began to undergo astonishing changes.

His originally fair skin gradually turned as black as ink, as if it were being swallowed by darkness.

Simultaneously, blood-like patterns, like a spider web, spread across the back of his hand. These patterns seemed to pulsate, as if they had Life.

And even more chillingly, in the center of Watanabe Ichiro’s palm, a slit slowly opened, and a scarlet eye emerged from within.

The appearance of this eye did not stop the changes in his left hand; those blood-like patterns continued to extend along his arm, finally converging in his palm.

There, a strangely shaped blood-red long blade was slowly growing out of his palm.

This long blade was entirely a bizarre blood-red color, covered with various twisted blood-red patterns that flowed like blood vessels on the blade.

Watanabe Ichiro watched all of this quietly.

After his right hand was completely mutated and the long blade grew, Watanabe Ichiro sighed, gently shook his wrist, and his left hand returned to its original state, but the pitch-black long blade was still held in his hand.

Then, he felt an aura coming from the direction of the Bay, took a step, and disappeared.

…

“Blood Ghost Captain, can your ability be strengthened by consuming blood?”

On the way, Fang Zhiqiang curiously asked Blood Skyhawk.

Blood Skyhawk glanced at him and nodded.

In the superhuman world, directly asking about someone else’s abilities, especially secrets related to getting stronger, is usually considered taboo.

But for these three, Blood Skyhawk didn’t mind. Not to mention their status was higher than his.

Among the three of them, An Changyang’s situation was relatively clear, but the other two were each more outrageous than the last.

Now they were still teammates, and his blood-sucking strengthening ability had already been exposed.

So Blood Skyhawk no longer cared.