Hate me, Miss Witch!

After several setbacks, He had indeed been greatly weakened.

The injuries from the Sage's Blood and the Blazing Sun Church's Holy Water still affected this body. Moreover, the chains of Sovereignty brought by the Black King's Judgment Warrant continued to restrict the Twilight Incarnation's movements. Any slight motion would subject it to the "Deities Prohibited" rule.

But after seizing this body, even without any Pet Beasts remaining, He still held the Rank of 5-Ring.

Moreover, unlike Norton when He was among Humans, this place was His home field.

As time passed, a continuous stream of abyssal energy seeped out from the damaged seal below, available for His manipulation.

On His own home field, how could Shiayar possibly hunt Him across two tiers of Rank?

As if seeing right through the Twilight Incarnation's thoughts, Shiayar's voice sounded, soft yet distinct.

"Indeed. This is your home field."

Shiayar's gaze slowly swept over the dim, twilight sky around him, and above, the blood moon stained with iron-like patterns.

"Even someone stronger than your current incarnation would be suppressed here," Shiayar continued. "So, if I want to defeat you in this place... then I would have to become something even more evil than you, this ancient god—something even closer to the Abyss."

Unnoticed, a vial of silvery-white potion appeared in Shiayar's hand.

Then, he uncapped the vial, tilted his head back, and drank the silvery-white liquid in one gulp.

"High-Grade Armorizing Secret Potion"

Immediately, a red glow flickered, and Crimson quietly appeared beside Shiayar.

The little silver spirit, now in its astral spirit body form, gently closed its eyes.

At this very moment, the prime culprit who had killed its parents, forcing Crimson to endure such a tragic childhood—the very entity calling itself a "god"—was right before it.

When Shiayar had formed a contract with it, he had promised Crimson a chance to seek revenge against its parents' murderer. Crimson had thought it was just a casual remark; after all, Shiayar hadn't set a deadline. Even if it took decades or even centuries to fulfill, it wouldn't technically be a breach of their contract.

But Crimson had never expected that, after a mere six months, this opportunity for revenge would actually present itself.

And so, between master and servant, their souls resonated, achieving perfect, one hundred percent Soul compatibility in an instant.

The next moment, Shiayar uttered a single word:

"Armorize."

As Shiayar calmly spoke, Cangyin radiance cascaded down. The little silver spirit's metallic body began to slowly melt.

Transforming into streams of silver-white and crimson light, it twined around Shiayar's slender figure, gradually constructing and finally solidifying into form. When the brilliant light faded, what materialized was a suit of Blood-hued Armor.

Every corner of the Blood-hued Armor featured sharp, horn-like protrusions reminiscent of the demonic tribe. From the back of the heavy armor, numerous longswords forged from crimson metal extended. This blood-hued metal then merged and unfurled, transforming into formidable Sword Wings.

In stark contrast to the traditional image of an Angel's holy pinions, the two pairs of sharp, metallic Sword Wings behind Shiayar instead evoked images of an Abyssal demon lord—a Purgatory Sovereign commanding death and calamity.

Upon the earth, beneath the starry sky, Shiayar, now clad in the Blood-hued Armor, slowly extended his hand.

The next moment, a crimson light converged in Shiayar's gauntleted right hand, then solidified into a single-handed sword, dark as congealed blood yet gleaming with a clear, sharp light.

The sword reflected Shiayar's now demonic, sinister visage, and the crimson glow of the blood moon hanging in the sky above.

It was as if—

he was the Sword Demon under the blood moon.