"It seems you're not that stupid."
The darkness gradually dissipated, and a wicked, charming smile curled on Diablo's handsome face.
"Why would such an existence appear here!"
"Why!"
Clayman's words were filled with a complex mix of surprise, horror, confusion, and anger.
He had to escape from here!
He still had many unfinished tasks; he absolutely could not fall here.
Thinking of this, Clayman began to condense a large-scale magic spell in his hand, preparing to escape the scene in the chaos the moment it was released.
A massive black and red magic bullet was hurled straight at Diablo.
Boom!
The magic bullet was detonated prematurely before it could even touch Diablo, the light of the explosion illuminating the entire sky.
In the next moment, Clayman flew toward the distance without looking back.
A sneer played on Diablo's face. "Trying to run?"
With that, he stepped into the air, his figure turning into a gust of wind as he pursued Clayman at an incredible speed.
"Damn it..."
He waved both hands, and hundreds of marionette puppets surged toward Diablo behind him, hoping to use them to slow him down.
"Hmph. All those who are disrespectful to Lord Rimuru must die. Did you think you could escape?"
The corners of Diablo's mouth curled slightly with a mocking tone. "Naive."
A massive black magic circle lit up behind Diablo, and countless thin black lines rushed toward the marionette puppets behind him with sharp whistling sounds.
The golem puppet instantly turned into fragments, its body pierced through by these thin threads.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of explosions rang out in the golem puppet's chest, and its body instantly turned into fragments filling the sky.
Subsequently, these fragments recombined, restoring it to its original appearance.
The golem puppet continuously reshaped its body, trying to use this method to slow down Diablo's pace.
Diablo's eyes glimmered with a black luster, and his figure flashed and disappeared. When he reappeared, he had already bypassed the puppets and arrived by Clayman's side.
"Die!"
Diablo slammed his fist into Clayman, and an incomparably massive oppressive force swept out, sending Clayman's body flying violently, ultimately crashing into the cliff in the distance, emitting a deafening roar.
Clayman crawled up from the ruins and spat out a mouthful of blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then raised his head to look ahead.
He saw Diablo walking towards him with elegant steps, a faint smile on his face.
Clayman's eyes widened, filled with bloodshot veins. "I am not reconciled!"
Diablo did not waste words; his sharp demonic claws were about to pierce Clayman's heart.
Clayman, thinking everything was about to end, closed his eyes in pain, but after waiting for a long time, the attack did not appear.
When he opened his eyes in surprise and uncertainty, a familiar clown figure appeared before him.
"Laplace!"
Laplace blocked the claw Diablo had thrust with one hand, his gaze grave as he stood before Clayman.
"Hehehe, Clayman, it seems you've gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble."
Although Laplace's face was full of smiles, his eyes remained incomparably cautious.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal colliding rang out, and Diablo was knocked back by a punch from Laplace.
"This place is not suitable for a long stay, retreat!"
Saying this, Laplace threw down three pink smoke bombs.
"Trying to run? No way!"
Diablo watched the figures about to vanish and flashed over to pursue them.
"Swish!"
The sharp claws tore through the void, but they grasped nothing but empty air.
This was a special skill unique to Laplace, capable of shielding the opponent's perception while creating a lifelike illusion. Added to the confusion of the five senses caused by his unique magic formula, the combination achieved the ultimate effect of illusion.
Diablo frowned slightly as he looked in the direction where the two had disappeared.
"A magic formula I've never seen before. I didn't expect the real world to have developed to this extent. This is truly interesting."
...
On the other side, on the streets of the Nazarick Principality.
Anderson had by now completely become a bloody mess.
In order to facilitate the Great Sage's research and analysis, Draco did not hesitate at all to use a small knife to draw on Anderson's body.
"Notification: The analysis results show that the individual, through the forced absorption of Magicules, caused the body to have a stress response, producing a large amount of antibodies, thereby resisting the damage brought about by absorbing Magicules."
"The primitive world law of survival of the fittest has been activated and recognized by the world."
"Consequently, a Magic Core, serving as an energy storage center, was conceived, breaking the original structure of the human body and advancing it into a new human."
"The method is not replicable."
"Detected characteristics of the Storm attribute and the effects of the Gluttony King; the similarity to the individual's cultivation method is relatively high. Beginning analysis of a brand new plan."
"...Success, the operation method is as follows..."
Following the completion of the King of Wisdom Raphael's analysis and appraisal, Rimuru relayed the results to Draco.
"Isn't it a bit too simple?"
Draco found it hard to believe the final answer.
Spreading his hands, Rimuru had an expression of being unable to help. "That's what Raphael said. Only you think it's simple; in my view, it's too profound, and I can't understand it at all."
Rolling his eyes at Rimuru, Draco said irritably, "I told you to read magic books when you have nothing to do, to increase your knowledge of magic, but you wouldn't listen. Now do you know how illiterate you are?"
"I already have the all-powerful King of Wisdom; isn't learning that stuff a waste of time?" Rimuru curled his lips.
"Sigh, suit yourself."
Draco sighed enviously, then immediately cast a Holy Heal on Anderson.
The dense wounds on his body disappeared visibly to the naked eye.
After obtaining the desired answer, Draco took Rimuru back to the Jura Tempest Federation, and the streets once again returned to a noisy and bustling scene.
"Hiss——!!"
"Why do I feel like I was just cut by someone, my whole body hurts with a burning sensation..."
Anderson rubbed his arm, looking visibly shaken.
But seeing that everything around him was normal, he shook his head, thinking it was an illusion. Soon, he put the matter out of his mind.
...
After returning to the Jura Tempest Federation, seeing everyone gathered in the square, Rimuru walked up curiously.
"What's wrong with you all? Did something happen?"
Diablo had already returned and had been waiting for a long time.
Rimuru and Draco listened to his account; the two exchanged a glance, a trace of strangeness flashing in the depths of their eyes.
What Rimuru thought was that Diablo was actually so strong, capable of defeating the Awakened Demon Lord Clayman; it seemed he had underestimated this guy before.
But what Draco thought was that Clayman was truly lucky, managing to catch the moment when he and Rimuru were not on the scene, and even being saved by Laplace at the cost of exposing his identity.
However, this guy's luck ended here, and it was time to take Kistav.
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