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Chapter 1082 - Chapter 1082 Chapter 181 Element Body and Craftsman

Chapter 1082: Chapter 181: Element Body and Craftsman Chapter 1082: Chapter 181: Element Body and Craftsman “Because of the arrival of Father Lysos.”

The girl who had just walked out of the bathroom quickly knelt in the most devout posture, with her hands in prayer placed in front of her chest.

The eyeballs rotating in the indentations on her face also tried their best to fix in a normal position.

In contrast, the man on the lounger, who resembled a boxer, appeared much more casual… He just sat up slowly, his head covered in a sack turned towards the priest, greeting him in an ordinary manner.

“Z, Mero, this is your new team member, Nicholas.

You will form a team of three and participate in the final selection.”

The girl, kneeling on both knees, hadn’t expected to find a new teammate so quickly; her eyeballs, resembling marbles, spun around in her spiral-shaped head as she tried to glimpse the body structure of Han Dong.

The information she gathered was bizarre–chosen by the priest, the newcomer was a demon who had yet to touch the door but harbored a divine nature possible only for an Ancestor Body.

Mero tilted her head, full of confusion.

To ensure harmony within the team, the priest added:

“Nicholas has killed a [Craftsman] from the Saint Level World in the church corridors; his strength won’t be weak… The specifics will be managed by you, Mero.

You three are the individuals I have the highest hopes for, and the most likely to resonate with the miracle.

I hope you will perform well in the upcoming selection competition.”

With that, darkness enveloped the priest, and he left the resting area.

As soon as Father Lysos left, the sack-headed man known as Z immediately fell onto the long chair to sleep, showing complete disinterest in the newcomer.

As for Mero, whom the priest had designated team leader, her attitude was entirely the opposite; she was very interested in the new young man.

Changed into a black bodysuit suitable for combat and supporting her body with her tail, she moved almost as if floating and approached Han Dong.

His physique was great in every aspect, only the whirlpool-shaped head was a bit off-putting.

“Since Lord Priest has chosen you, you must be impressive… How come I’ve never seen you in the church before, are you new here?”

“Yes.”

“Then you must not know about the current ‘church situation’ or about the selection competition we will face soon… It should still be a few hours before the outsiders cross the [Border District].

Come on, let me tell you more about these things.”

While rotating her eyeballs, Mero pulled Han Dong towards the bathroom stalls.

Han Dong didn’t mind, having seen all sorts of demon forms; they all looked more or less the same to him… With an attitude of gathering information, he followed Mero into the bathroom for a private chat.

…

In the church corridors.

Every individual entering the church was forcibly disassembled and transmitted to different corridors to act alone.

Only those who exited the outer corridors within the allotted time could qualify for the final selection competition.

Several powerful elemental demons were, of course, separated individually.

Beings like Mad Demon or the Giant Hop, who had mounts, also had their mounts absorbed into their bodies in unique ways before entering.

The Yandaros Hound was directly ‘inhaled’ by the Mad Demon into cave-like eye sockets and preserved in its personal abyss.

Hop twisted his Beast Giant mount into a ball of flesh and swallowed it to preserve inside his body.

They were all thoroughly prepared for this game in London.

Moreover, they had no intention of using the [Vortex Miracle] for a breakthrough; they were merely following the king’s orders to participate in the London game to train themselves or vent their murderous desires and cleanse the world of invaders.

…

In a particular corridor.

The Mad Demon squatted on the ground, staring at the scattered metal screws and a mechanical eyeball filled with fear, and said very helplessly:

“Is this it?”

The one encountering the Mad Demon was also a [Craftsman] from the Saint Level World–Screw Man. Rii.

This poor craftsman had even given up on reassembling himself.

His heart was filled with fear; he had never imagined that the Demon World, which they thought could be restrained by their powers, could harbor such terrifying creatures.

Now he just wanted to die quickly.

The few remaining parts immediately gathered toward the heart, trying to self-destruct.

Mad Demon Green naturally wouldn’t let him succeed in dying.

Whoosh… Two fingers quickly and precisely pinched the heart, throwing it into the Mad Abyss.

…

In another passageway.

A powerful thudding sound kept coming; without the support of the “Land Deed,” the church would have been destroyed long ago.

Hop, his blonde hair a messy wildman’s mane.

He was brutally beating a Defense-specializing [Craftsman], Mister Iron Wall Te… The Craftsman believed that no one of the same level could breach his defense through physical means.

Now.

Hop’s fists harshly penetrated the multiple layers of iron wall that made up his body, even shattering the heart protected by high-density fine iron from the front.

Until his death, he couldn’t comprehend why the demon in front of him possessed such terrifying strength.

But Hop showed no joy of victory, merely treating his opponent as an ordinary passerby.

“Lord Meat Ancestor’s spoken invaders aren’t that strong.

However, this person should be considered average at best; there might still be stronger ones… I must remain cautious.

If I could win the Miracle and give it to Lord Meat Ancestor, I could definitely exchange it for a massive amount of original meat, allowing my people to undergo a comprehensive transformation.”

Hop retracted his sandbag-sized fists to regular size and continued deeper.

…

In a corridor filled with a green plague.

A [Craftsman], Printer. Ruo, her head made from a book and her body in female form clothed in a Holy Robe,

She was attempting to restrain the corridor’s plague by liberally scattering book pages and muttering the Holy Patterns inside them from the mouths on her left and right palms.

However.

The book pages she had just thrown onto the ground hadn’t had time to take effect when they became covered with eyes on the surface.

The dispersal couldn’t keep up with the speed of the plague’s erosion…

The eyes growing on the surface of the pages slid off on their own, sprouting nerve-like small legs, quickly climbing onto the target’s body, embedding into the skin.

About half an hour later, an explosion reverberated through the corridor.

The freely splattering eyeballs, after the battle concluded, all crawled towards the corners, returning to the insides of their owner.

…

In the depths of the tunnel, Black Goat Sally also encountered a Craftsman.

It seemed as though someone was secretly arranging, purposely letting two individuals from different worlds meet in the perimeter corridor; the victor could proceed to the final selection venue.

The one Sally met was a woodcarver, Mr. Liu.

Unlike other Craftsmen, he had carved himself a head and fitted it with a handsome face, making him look just like a human.

This woodcarver was very interested in Sally’s humanoid form and expressed his love upon meeting her, wanting Sally to follow him to the Holy Level World.

“Dear Miss Sally, I can carve any part of my body, any appearance, shape or size you desire… plus, my financial condition and status are quite good, perfectly fulfilling your life needs.

Come with me!”

Woodcarver Mr. Liu kneeled before Sally, expressing his sincere affection.

Just as he waited three seconds without receiving Sally’s reply.

The woodcarver’s temperament drastically changed, he picked up a chisel… At the same time, a [Wooden Hammer Apostle] he carved appeared rapidly, intending to instantly kill Sally in front of him.

As long as some pieces of flesh remained, he could create a perfect wooden sculpture for his own use.

Click!

Goat’s Hoof moved.

An indescribably heavy crushing descended, the Wooden Hammer Apostle was instantly crushed into fragments.

For the woodcarver himself, a deep purple Tentacle had already pierced through his heart, Sally’s eyes filled with disgust, disdain, and contempt.

“You, such vermin, dare express your love to me?”