Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1157 --1158

"You absolute fool... If you wish to perish, do so alone. I have no intention of dying alongside you." Detroit declared, immediately taking to the skies towards his castle.

"No... You will remain here with me until that wretched Morgan arrives," Jerfinndor countered, swiftly coiling his tail around Detroit's form, securing him in a vice-like grip.

"Unhand me, you lunatic... If you seek death, embrace it by yourself. What is this insane notion of dragging me down with you?" Detroit bellowed, struggling in vain against the unyielding embrace of the tail.

*Swish-Swish*

Abruptly, Detroit's eyes widened in alarm as a peculiar sensation tingled within his mind.

"H-He has arrived." he stated with a grim visage, his gaze snapping northward.

Jerfinndor, too, sensed a disturbance and turned his head towards the north, discerning a minuscule, dark silhouette rapidly approaching them.

"Is that him?" Jerfinndor inquired, gradually loosening his tail's hold and releasing Detroit.

"Y-Yes..." Detroit responded. Instead of fleeing, he resolutely raised his trident, aiming it directly at Anon.

*SWISH-SWISH*

As Anon drew nearer, an oppressive aura and palpable bloodlust emanated from him, assailing both warriors.

Meanwhile, Anon was positioned upon a macabre throne constructed from bones, affixed to Mira's back.

*Puff*

He deliberately exhaled smoke from a cigar, observing Jerfinndor and Detroit prepare for combat.

"Hmm... Together, these two might pose a challenge. It appears I shall have a worthy engagement today," Anon mused with a grin, taking a final, deep draw from the cigar before discarding it.

Then, he rose from the skeletal throne, extending both hands towards the heavens.

"The air is remarkably invigorating," Anon uttered softly, drawing a deep breath.

As the nebulous forms behind him dissipated, the radiant beams of the blue moon enveloped his silhouette.

Jerfinndor promptly retracted his spear, adopting a ready stance.

"My name is Anon, Motherfuckers. Remember it for your afterlife," Anon proclaimed, drawing the Arcane Slayers from his inventory. A feral smile contorted his features as his eyes blazed with an intense purple hue.

Locking gazes with Anon, Jerfinndor's eyes flared crimson with unadulterated rage.

*Step-Step-Step-Step-Step-Step-Step*

Anon surged forward with terrifying momentum, launching himself at Jerfinndor with all his might.

"HUP..."

"He approaches," Detroit announced, swiftly transitioning from an offensive posture to a defensive one.

Jerfinndor, on the other hand, drew back his spear with immense force and hurled it at Anon, intent on delivering a fatal blow.

*BOOOOOOM*

The spear shattered the sound barrier, streaking through the air with incredible velocity. Yet, Anon made no move to evade its path.

"My expectations were higher than this," Anon commented, simply raising both Arcane Slayers before his visage and...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM*

The instant the spear met the Arcane Slayers, a deafening explosion erupted, cloaking the area in a dense cloud of smoke.

"What? Did he perish already?" Jerfinndor questioned.

"I-I can no longer sense his presence... I believe you've slain-"

"You cannot sense him because I do not permit it," a voice suddenly declared from behind them.

They whirled around to find Anon floating serenely behind them, a smile gracing his lips.

"You damned... Aurora Beam!" Jerfinndor exclaimed, his expression contorted with fury as he raised his hand, conjuring a sphere of pure energy before him.

"DIEEEE..." Jerfinndor roared, unleashing a potent beam from the energy orb.

*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*

"Ah... All that shouting, and such poor aim," Anon remarked, snapping his fingers.

*Swish*

In an instant, Detroit's and Anon's locations were exchanged.

*Swish*

"What the-" Before Detroit could even register the shift, the beam struck his trident. His defensive stance, however, mitigated the impact by fifty percent.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

A colossal explosion ensued, propelling Detroit several kilometers away.

"Hmm... I assumed you two were allies," Anon observed, a mocking glint in his eyes as he addressed Jerfinndor.

"How could you-" Anon's swift kick to Jerfinndor's mouth interrupted his inquiry.

*THUD*

"At the very least, grant me the courtesy of employing my weapon," Anon stated with a smirk, gazing at Jerfinndor.

"DARK FLAME BLAST!" Jerfinndor bellowed, manifesting a sphere of black fire above his mouth and launching it with breathtaking speed towards Anon.

The projectile was too swift to evade, slamming into Anon with full force and sending him plummeting towards the ground.

*THUD*

The moment he impacted the earth, Jerfinndor vanished from his spot, reappearing instantly where Anon had crashed.

"Bloody hell... You are indeed formidable," Anon declared, his expression unreadable as he attempted to rise. However, before he could regain his footing, Jerfinndor planted his foot firmly upon Anon's chest.

"You extinguished my clan and my child as if they were insignificant gnats, and you truly believed you could defeat me? The supreme being of all realms, Jerfinndor?"

"You possess six hearts, do you not? I shall claim five of them before delivering you to my wife." Jerfinndor declared, conjuring yet another spear and aiming it at the upper left side of his adversary's chest.

*Stab*

"Aghhhh..." Anon winced as the spear impaled his heart.

Jerfinndor summoned another spear, positioning it adjacent to the first.

*Stab*

"Fuckkk..." Anon cried out, yet the smile never faltered on his face.

"Do you comprehend the agony? That is precisely how I felt every single moment my wife wept before my eyes."

"F-Fuck you..." Anon managed, his words accompanied by a smile directed at Jerfinndor.

Jerfinndor remained unfazed. He simply conjured more spears, continuing his relentless assault on the hearts within Anon's body.

*Stab*

"FUCKKKKKKK..." Anon's roar echoed.

*Stab*

"Fucking HELL."

"Once I present your pathetic visage to my wife... I shall sever your head before her very eyes." Jerfinndor proclaimed, summoning his fifth spear and plunging it into Anon's fifth heart.

A torrent of blood erupted from Anon's mouth, ceaselessly flowing as his demonic physique struggled to circulate vital fluids with a solitary heart.

But then, Anon slowly raised both hands, bringing them together in a deliberate gesture.

*Clap-Clap-Clap*

Jerfinndor observed him, bewildered, as the clapping commenced, and Anon's blood-soaked grin widened.

Gradually, the sound of clapping reverberated through the surrounding environment.

"What?" Jerfinndor inquired softly, his gaze sweeping around in confusion. Despite sensing an unsettling wrongness, his mind struggled to pinpoint its source.

"What a spectacular performance... It truly was." Anon's voice suddenly boomed from above.

Jerfinndor's neck snapped around towards the origin of the sound. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Leon perched upon his throne, positioned on Mira's back. Leon's eyes glowed with a fierce purple luminescence, and a malevolent smirk played on his lips.

"What!? But I-I..." The instant Jerfinndor turned his eyes back down, he realized that the figure he had been torturing for the past ten minutes was not Anon, but Detroit.

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