Just as Damian and Sylvia were fighting, on the fifth floor of the underground that no one knew, a hunched figure slowly opened the door to the deepest room.

If Leya was here, she could recognize that this hunchbacked figure was the "jailer" who delivered food to her in the Born family dungeon. He did not seem to have been arrested that night, but escaped the arrest by some means.

The old man with silver hair, sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes, picked up the golden cane beside the bed, and looked at the hunchbacked figure in front of him in surprise.

"Are you here to save me? The Alchemy Society asked you to come? You are the only one?"

"just me!"

The hunched figure looked at Cialillo Born, and a cruel smile broke out from the corner of his mouth. He slowly straightened up and walked towards Cialillo step by step.

"what are you up to?"

Cyrillo seemed to realize something and wanted to arrange an alchemy array, but the flash of glow on the back of his hand made him unable to use any alchemy. He could only hold his cane and retreat step by step, looking vigilantly at the hunchbacked figure in front of him.

"Brother, you failed."

The hunched figure's body was completely straightened. He pushed away the messy hair on his forehead and showed a face exactly like Cialillo. This face had a cruel smile on it, "If you fail, you will be punished."

"Father is dead!"

Cyrillo looked at the 'brother' who was approaching step by step in horror, "We don't have to do anything according to his arrangement! If you want the Born family, I can share it with you. We can take charge of the Born family together!"

The seal mark on the back of the hand kept flashing, indicating that Cyrillo was trying to activate the power of the seal, but he was all in vain.

"Brother, what are you talking about? My father never died. He lives in the souls of both of us, in the souls of Anlun, you know."

The figure approached Cialillo step by step until he pushed him into the corner, and his sharp palm reached into his heart, "Brother, the name Cialillo Born belongs to me. Let me eat you. If I eat you, my father will be able to revive in our bodies."

"No!"

Cialillo stretched out his cane to try to stop the "brother" from moving forward, but he was as fragile as a mantis arm as a chariot. The originally hunched figure had already straightened his body, possessing the same figure as him, and the same height as him, wearing the same clothes as him,

Finally, the sharp palm pierced his heart, and blood flowed out of his heart, gathering into an alchemy array made of blood on the ground. The blood-colored light wrapped around the two brothers. The two figures finally gathered into a figure. With the gathering of the two figures, the flowing blood also climbed onto the figure's body and merged into it bit by bit.

"Dal Born? Let's call him Cyrillo Born, a new identity, a new life."

The silver-haired old man tidied up his straight suit, smiled, then picked up his delicate cane, and slowly walked out of the room.

One blood-red alchemy array after another was quickly portrayed on the ground, and the electronic locks of the cells were quickly defeated. The core members of the Born family who were imprisoned slowly walked out of the house in confusion and walked to the entrance of the corridor together.

At this moment, the thick security door was penetrated by the alchemist attacking outside, and a wide opening appeared in front of them.

——

"What are you?"

The dark liquid penetrated into Damian's blood vessels along the fangs that had bitten through his skin, and gradually flowed along his blood to his whole body, quickly covering his entire body with a spider-web-like ink.

"A curse specially customized for you," the group of snakes that were originally lying on Damian slid down from his body, gathering together again into Sylvia's appearance. Her face was paler than before. Using this ability seemed to hurt her a lot. She revealed an abnormal sense of weakness.

"Secretary General Damian, you should feel fortunate that in order to customize the curse of your terrifyingly powerful body, the Alchemy Association's hundreds of years of accumulation has destroyed half of it and sacrificed countless living souls."

"Oh, then I'll thank you."

Damian nodded and responded, his figure flashed, and once again grabbed Sylvia's neck. Endless black shadows surged around his body, rich as if they were substance.

This is the curse he is trying to force out of his body.

"It's useless, it's useless. This curse is the guide of fate and is prayed to God," although Sylvia was choked, but she still laughed loudly, "You are destined to die here."

"Oh," Damian smiled, the dark lines still crawling quickly over his body, "Your ability to shatter into a snake can't be used all the time, right?"

His words made Sylvia's expression stagnate, and the next moment Damian pinched her neck and grabbed her ankle and teared her body apart.

These shattered bodies quickly scattered on the ground, turning into black poisonous snakes, running towards all directions. Damian was very fast, and his hard feet stepped on the poisonous snakes, trampling them into a blur of blood and flesh, but the poisonous snakes were more and faster. After he stomped for half of them, the figures of the poisonous snakes were completely invisible.

"Oh, the insect that is so greedy."

The red-haired young man suddenly lay on the wall of the corridor, and a thick layer of black mist wrapped around him. A foundation member holding a pistol noticed Damian's discomfort and rushed over quickly, but he reached out to stop him four or five meters away from Ridamian.

"Don't get close to me."

At this time, more and more field members discovered the injured Damian, and they stopped attacking. Members of the Alchemy Society took advantage of this gap to quickly break the security door.

Just as they broke the security gate, the red-haired young man flew over and broke into the group of alchemists and blood-red monsters of the Alchemist Association. He directly smashed these people with one hand and instantly shattered them. The flowing black mist quickly brushed through the bodies of these people, and with the violent sound, they directly corroded them to ashes.

In this way, he killed himself through all the alchemists and the red monsters, standing in front of the broken gate.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the freshman Cyrillo Born saw Damian standing in front of him with a black mist entangled in the face.

Then without any hesitation, he instantly broke into a blood mist and rushed into the gap of the ventilation duct next to him. The surging black mist instantly split out from Damian's body, wrapped around the gushing blood mist. With the violent squeak, the blood mist rushed into the ventilation duct.

Damian did not chase him, but looked at the group of core members of the Born family who had just "escaped from prison" in front of him, and said softly,

"Go back and lock the door."

The sealed alchemists looked at the black mist wrapped around Damian, which had begun to corrode the floor, and rushed back to the cell. Then there was a violent sound of closing the door. One door seemed to be broken, and the man closed it anxiously several times.

Damian forced a smile and turned to look at the foundation field staff who were at a loss and were about to walk to him.

"Don't get close to me."

The communicator on his ear had been completely corroded by the black fog, so he slowly said to a nearest field staffer, "Help me connect Leya's communication."

The field quickly connected Leya's communication

"Hello?"

Leya's doubtful voice came from inside.

"I'm Damian. Have you drawn the alchemy array now?"

Damian whispered as he walked forward.

"Secretary General Damian, the painting is done!" Leya's tone was a little happy, "It can be activated at any time."

"Very good, you start now and head to the central control room on the fourth floor of the underground."

"OK!"

There was a quick response there.

The red-haired young man walked to the elevator step by step and suddenly turned his head to look at the field team members beside him.

"The support of the guards in France has not arrived yet? Where are the people in Paris? They have not arrived so close?"

"No, the latest information sent by the central control room just now seems to be on the way, and it is said that it seems that they were blocked by the Alchemy Association on the way."

The field member said with some uncertainty.

"Some people in France can't believe it."

Damian sighed, walked into the elevator, pressed the button on the top floor, and shook his head at the field staff outside, indicating that they didn't have to follow in.

Just as the elevator was moving up, an invisible force swept across the prison, disrupting operations everywhere and delaying the foundation staff's body stagnated, an olive shield mark appeared on the back of their hands, and the blood-red marks faded.

The thick black fog kept corroding the elevator car, but fortunately the elevator was very fast, and Damian successfully walked out of the elevator before it was completely corroded.

At the top floor is a huge observation deck that can overlook the entire prison, and the red-haired young man step by step to the railings and watches the foundation members in black uniforms under his feet, who are quickly arresting the alchemists who have lost their power.

Outside the prison,

"Why didn't you kill him?"

The drifting blood mist quickly turned into Cyrillo's appearance. He looked at the weak Sylvia aside with some blame, "I almost didn't run out and was sealed again by the damn magic array. How could they still arrange this alchemy array? Didn't this master Yan master?"

Then he looked around with some suspicion, "Didn't that Director Yan leave?"

"If he didn't leave, we both would have to stay here today," Silvia glanced at Silillo, "Look at your fear of being killed by the Director Yan."

Then she turned her eyes to the red-haired young man standing at the highest point and was wrapped in black fog. "That guy should be dying, and there is no mistake in our curse."

"He just held on?" Cyrillo looked at Damian, "Then can we go in and be rescued by the people we trapped in now?"

"You can go."

Sylvia sat weakly on the ground, looking at Damian standing on the top floor with her face, "Anyway, I will not die by then."

No one knows whether Damian is really dead. The reputation of "miracle" is well-known. If Damian is fine or has not died yet, then he is very likely to become a corpse as long as he goes in.

Sylvia believed that as long as Damian was given another chance, he would be able to truly die on the ground.

This is an unparalleled warrior, and no one can defeat him head-on.

The red-haired young man stood there quietly, his eyes wide open, as if he was watching everyone in the prison. As long as he stood there, no one in the Alchemy Society would dare to step into this place again.

Until a golden light broke through the sky, the young man in white fell from the sky and landed beside the young man.

Mo Yu pushed away the thick black fog that seemed to be solid around the young man. Looking at Damian's completely black body, the young man did not make any statement about Mo Yu's arrival, but was still standing there quietly, as if he was staring at everyone below.

Xiao Ai gently held Mo Yu's clothes and said slowly,

"Dead."

The boy in white was silent for a moment and asked softly,
Chapter completed!