Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1156 --1157

"Damn it!"

*SWISH*

Jerfinndor immediately launched Detroit toward the mountains with all his might.

*BOOOOOM*

A deafening explosion erupted the moment Detroit collided with the mountains.

"Bloody hell..." Detroit uttered, his voice serious as he rose from the ground. He then noticed Jerfinndor charging directly at him with lethal intent.

*SWISH*

"JERFINNDOR... I'LL KILL YOU!" Detroit roared, leaping towards Jerfinndor with his full power.

They collided mid-air, triggering another massive explosion.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

This furious exchange continued for the next thirty minutes, leaving both combatants heavily wounded.

...

Floating in the air, they regarded each other, awaiting the next move.

"Why in the world are you attacking my kingdom?" Detroit questioned, a look of confusion on his face.

"A Morgan slew my child and plunged my wife into mourning. I will claim the souls of every Morgan for this transgression..." Jerfinndor retorted, his expression a mask of pure fury as he glared at Detroit.

"There is no other Morgan capable of such a deed besides myself, and I did not do it. You lunatic," Detroit stated with a grin, meeting Jerfinndor's gaze.

"My wife would never deceive me regarding our son's death, and I pledged to her that I would bring that Morgan back alive," Jerfinndor proclaimed, his tone resolute.

"Is that so...? If you intend to annihilate every Morgan in my kingdom, how precisely do you plan on returning that specific one alive?"

"Fear not, he will endure my attacks," Jerfinndor replied impassively.

"How about you cease this assault, and I assist you in finding that Morgan or whatever creature killed your son? Alternatively, we can continue this battle, but remember... while I acknowledge I may not defeat you, I am quite certain I can inflict a lifelong injury. Consider it carefully," Detroit proposed, his expression grave as he looked at Jerfinndor.

"Why should I place my trust in a Morgan?" Jerfinndor demanded, his voice laced with anger.

"Very well... If a fight is what you seek, I shall oblige," Detroit declared, opening his hands as the Trident of Nadia flew back into his grasp.

*Grab*

Jerfinndor's gaze fixed on Detroit, his expression shifting abruptly.

"How can I be assured you will find that particular Morgan?" Jerfinndor inquired, his tone serious.

"Royal Demonic blood... My blood possesses unique properties that enable me to locate anything or anyone," Detroit explained, making a small cut on his hand. Black blood began to seep out.

Instead of falling, the blood droplets hovered in the air.

"Do you possess anything that Morgan touched? Perhaps your son's remains or another item?" Detroit asked, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Jerfinndor instantly raised his hand, and a dragon's head materialized in his grip.

"This dragon's head was severed by that Morgan," Jerfinndor stated, tossing it towards Detroit.

*Catch*

"Alright... Let's find out," Detroit murmured, catching the head and letting his blood fall upon it.

He began sniffing the severed head, and suddenly, visions flooded Detroit's mind.

"What the-"

Anon's face materialized within his thoughts, accompanied by ghastly images of him ruthlessly slaughtering other dragons.

"Come on... Where are you, you bastard?" Detroit muttered under his breath, focusing intently on Anon's visage.

*Swish*

Abruptly, Detroit's consciousness was wrenched from his body, reappearing in an empty void.

"What? Where am I?" Detroit exclaimed, bewildered as he surveyed his surroundings, finding nothing but emptiness.

"So... You are the one attempting to breach my mind," Anon's voice echoed from behind him.

Detroit spun around instantly, finding Anon standing there, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What did you do to me? How did I end up here?" Detroit demanded, confusion evident as he looked at Anon, realizing he was powerless in this place.

"Don't strain yourself... This is my mind you've entered. Weren't you trying to infiltrate my thoughts anyway? Now you have," Anon replied with a smile, observing Detroit.

"Who in the blazes are you, you bastard?" Detroit questioned fiercely, his gaze locked onto Anon.

"I am someone who anticipated meeting you, though I never envisioned our encounter would be like this. You too enjoy intruding upon others' minds, hmm? But your method is merely a glimpse into recent memories from the periphery, allowing you to ascertain their current location." Anon inquired, an insidious grin spreading across his face.

"Y-You... How are you doing this? Why can't I leave this place?" Detroit asked, his voice filled with rage.

"You managed to infiltrate my mind, which is quite an accomplishment. No... actually, it's more than an accomplishment; congratulations. You have captured my full attention." Anon remarked, his smile vanishing.

"Just reveal your current location, and I will deliver a world of pain to you." Detroit stated with a grave countenance.

"Worry not... I shall come to you personally. Remain exactly where you are." Anon said, vanishing without a trace.

"HAAAH..." Detroit drew in a deep, ragged breath as his awareness re-entered his physical form.

"Where has he gone?" Jerfinndor inquired, his expression stern.

"H-He is en route here..." Detroit replied, glancing at Jerfinndor.

"Excellent... I shall-"

"No, no, no... You fail to grasp the situation; he is not like a morgan. He is something entirely different, something significantly more formidable than either you or I."

"What gibberish is this-"

"It is not mere fucking gibberish... He will utterly destroy both of us if we do not combine our strength." Detroit declared with utmost seriousness.

"I have no need for a pathetic morgan fighting alongside me." Jerfinndor retorted, a haughty expression on his face.