The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins-Chapter 146: Devils in Hell

The [anger] secret ceremony...

Slaughter, destruction!

But ordinary "sacrifices" cannot satisfy the needs of the ritual; only occasions like today's meet the criteria...

By that reasoning, other Original Sins should also have corresponding secret ceremonies.

So what is Se Se's secret ceremony?

An opening silver party?

Blinking his eyes, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a few seconds, suddenly feeling the pain spreading across his whole body.

As the Extraordinary Power of [anger] dissipated, the adrenaline waned, and the pathological ecstatic sensation faded, his body frantically alerted the brain, indicating that every organ had suffered damage.

Looking down, underneath the tattered clothes were countless scars; bones, muscles, and internal organs were also somewhat injured. Though none were particularly severe, the accumulation was quite troubling.

An ordinary Transcendent would need at least ten days to half a month to recover combat strength after such a battle...

Fortunately... I have Lust...

With a thought, a trace of pink emanated from the depths of his pupils, and a faint, pleasant fragrance enveloped Zhu Haomiao.

[Lust]!

With full activation of the supernatural authority of [Lust], the non-human self-healing ability began to manifest gradually. Wounds all over his body slowly closed, and pink granulation moved like tiny worms, covering the wounds with a thin layer of scabby shell in an instant.

Having roughly treated the injuries, Zhu Haomiao stopped the activation, preserving the precious [Essence] reserve, and cast his gaze towards the onlooking crowd secretly watching.

Noticing his gaze, a group of young boys and girls appeared awkward, unable to advance or retreat.

Advance, a bit scared...

Retreat, too embarrassing...

After all, they were representatives of the country's Ascension Contestants; how could they mix in the future if they were scared away like this?

Fortunately, Zhu Haomiao did not leave them in suspense for long.

Seeing that this group had no intention of confronting, he could only regretfully shake his head, like an actor who finished a play, placing a hand on his chest, slightly bowing, elegantly saying goodbye to them.

Clearly a courteous gesture, but the crowd tasted a strong mocking tone, and their faces immediately turned sour.

Yet, they dared not rush up to demand an explanation, only watching helplessly as Zhu Haomiao walked to a nearby main road, sat in a low-profile, luxurious black sedan, and vanished from their sight.

"The local descenders are truly rude!"

"His chaotic killing is unethical; we can report him to the [Yanhuang Armory]!"

"But... it seems that professional soldiers are not protected by the Transcendent convention..."

"Still can't kill randomly!"

...

Listening to the friends' complaints ringing in her ears, Tia watched the taillights of the black sedan disappear completely, biting her lip unsatisfied.

"Brother, is this the monster you mentioned?"

"In front of them, am I already impressive just for being alive?"

Her pale fingers deeply embedded in her flesh, Tia looked towards the disappearing direction of the black sedan, fiercely biting her teeth.

"No! I'm not convinced! I will not give up!"

............

"Squeak!"

In the car, Diao Chan, who had been sitting in the passenger seat gnawing on corn, excitedly jumped onto him upon seeing his return, ignoring the dust and bloodstains, rubbing and licking zealously.

Zhu Haomiao held this little one in his arms, gently caressing its smooth fur, the last hint of frantic restlessness in his heart gradually calming, his gaze completely regaining clarity.

Subsequently, he began assessing his condition, reviewing the night's actions.

The [Qi] was almost exhausted; indeed, rampant output must be backed by substantial reserves...

Feeling his empty Dantian, Zhu Haomiao sighed helplessly.

[anger]!

[Hard Qi Skill]!

[Stacked Waves Strength]!

[Gale Force]!

[Storage Explosion]!

Compared to these "energy-consuming" giants, the [Qi] attribute is never enough!

Mainly, he could use three Basic Forces simultaneously, the consumption per unit time much higher than ordinary Transcendents of the same level!

Of course, the huge consumption also meant combat strength far exceeding those of the same level!

If there was enough [Qi], even against real dominance, he probably could last quite a long time.

Perhaps... next, I should focus on cultivating Inner Strength and external skills...

Thinking of this, Zhu Haomiao nodded thoughtfully.

Compared to [Fighting Technique], [Cultivation Technique] does not directly enhance the Martial Arts Transcendent's surface combat strength, but it represents the foundation and heritage!

Sharper insight!

Faster combat reaction!

More abundant energy!

Longer endurance!

Stronger all-around resistance!

Much faster self-healing recovery ability!

[Martial] has the Eight Basic Forces, [Skill] has internal and external secret techniques reaching the nine-layered heaven, together forming the reason Chinese [Martial Arts] crushes other countries' Battle Profession Systems!

No few millennia of continuous civilization can build such a mature and balanced cultivation system!

Other countries, with a much shallower heritage!

Even the West's most mature Ascension path—the [Fire Sword Path], can only contend with the Chinese system in certain domains... no comparison in universality...

Crossing his leg, Zhu Haomiao intermittently caressed Diao Chan's snow-white fur, gazing distantly out the window.

The neon lights of the ten miles of foreign markets remained splendid, echoing with the blurry light; wave after wave of police cars blaring harsh sirens intersected with the black sedan, rushing to a certain "terrorist attack" crime scene.

"Tsk tsk~"

Why rush so fast, to collect the corpses?

Chuckling, shaking his head, Zhu Haomiao stroked Diao Chan's snowy, fluffy fur, whispering instructions to Wilson, who was driving.

"To the altar."

"As you command."

.........

Looking at the mess before him, like a ruined manor trampled by a giant beast, Sherlock Worth took out his pipe, struggling to find words.

"Did Godzilla land in Shanghai?"

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, continue cleaning the scene."

Casually dismissing the local police nearby, Sherlock Worth waved his hand, walking towards the distant family group.

After escaping from the crime scene, many of these people were observing secretly, witnessing the entire "terrorist attack" process.

"Devil! That's a Devil from in Hell!"

"He's six meters tall! Green-faced with tusks! Arms thicker than a common person's waist!"

"He emitted a bloody glow all over!"

"He had horns on his head!"

......

Listening to these people's agitated cries, Sherlock Worth took out a sketchbook, quickly sketching a vivid image.

Six meters tall, green-faced with tusks, horns on the head, exuding bloody light...

Uh... wait!

Looking at the "suspect sketch" he drew, Sherlock Worth found his brain filled with black lines.

This thing is just the stereotypical image of a Devil in epic oil paintings, isn't it?