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He also realized what the pollution within the clown mask was.

It polluted his own humanity.

Seeing the effect of this phrase, his first thought was of the Silver Moon Church’s divine secret skills.

The reason why ancient gods needed believers was because they needed “faith”.

And the essence of faith, Leonard came to understand after reading the Silver Moon Secret Book, was the directed belief of lower life forms.

The indescribable, incomprehensible, and unnameable qualities of the gods were not only their own, but also the collective mental power provided by believers.

Many a little makes a mickle.

And the function of this “God Thief” term almost offered the same effect.

Just without needing directed faith, yet it could absorb negative emotions within a range to help him understand the rules of the universe.

Leonard never quite understood before, why every other professional sequence almost always had a specific amplifier.

For example, Sophia Jones’s the “Q of Hearts – Valkyrie” sequence is a route of “wisdom” and “war” dual laws. After fusing the imprints, it would have a very exaggerated boost to both the physical body and wisdom. Theoretically, if one follows these two paths to the end, he or she could form a double godhood of wisdom and war.

And the “JOKER”, other than few all-round abilities that don’t suggest anything in particular, hardly had anything.

But now he understood.

One of its phrases was “exemption from faith pollution”.

After the demonic solution, it was given this “God Thief” phrase.

There was no directed way to divine, but every path was a way for the JOKER to take.

This was a way to divine, completely different from those of the ancient gods!

…

Countless thoughts raced through his mind, while only a moment passed in reality.

A crunch echoed as bones broke, and the assassin in his hands died on the spot.

The man died, and that mental force “thread” suddenly disappeared.

A flash of brutality shot through Leonard’s eyes, and he felt unsatisfied!

Unable to resist the raging emotions, he forcibly grabbed the corpse in his hand, and his arm muscles instantly tensed.

He lifted the corpse over his head, and with an exertion of force, the body tore apart.

The ripping sound of bones and flesh was especially clear in this cold street, so clear that even Lieutenant Colonel Bolton, a fourth-tier card master, felt his hair stand on end.

The warm blood splashed all over him, and the red glow in Leonard’s eyes did not dim but instead flared up, igniting a malevolent presence.

This abnormal state seemed to be a burst of sewage, a nauseating odor that swept over everyone’s heart.

Catherine Carter’s gaze was filled with solemnness, she didn’t recognize Leonard anymore.

And Leonard himself was helpless too.

Forcefully wearing the clown mask had created a strong demon personality.

Different from before.

Before, reason was only suppressed by other emotions.

This demon personality, however, wanted to completely erase all reason.

Yet, just when the red glow in Leonard’s eyes was about to explode, color suddenly shone brightly from the clown mask.

The overloaded negative emotions seemed to have been absorbed instantly.

Leonard felt this subtle change very clearly, and he muttered, “Huh…”

In an instant, he understood the meaning of the phrase “Anchor of Humanity” that emerged after the “Clown’s Mask of All Things” absorbed divinity!

No wonder it was a specific relic.

“After the demonic solution, it can absorb others’ negative emotions to enhance their understanding of laws.

But how could absorbing too many foreign negative mental forces not affect oneself?

The clown mask was like an anchor, anchoring the soul in one place.

This phrase ensured that humanity wouldn’t be polluted, that you would always remains a “human”.

Instead of any other existence twisted and transformed by pollution.

“Well, seems like my luck hasn’t been too bad…”

A grin still hung on Leonard’s face.

If he’d just worn the mask without initiating the “demonic solution”, he would have become a demon that only enjoyed killing.

But it seems like his luck wasn’t bad.

However, before Leonard could think any longer, the sound of dense footsteps came from afar.

It seemed like a large group was gathering.

Now that Leonard could use curse power and his injuries had fully healed, making him stronger than when he was in his prime.

In this moment, if he wanted to run, he had a high probability of escaping.

But why would he?

With a squint of his eyes, a loud ‘pop’ sounded in the air, and his entire presence vanished from the spot.

In merely the blink of an eye, the tall werewolf figure darted about like a phantom in the shattered buildings.

Wherever he passed, all the enemies hiding in the corners were slaughtered.

…

Not far away, Catherine Carter was clearly losing in her fight against Lieutenant Colonel Bolton.

Looking like a blood-soaked lion, she was covered in wounds.

If she kept fighting like this, she was bound to lose. When she heard the dense footsteps of the encircling troops, Catherine’s eyes were filled with the determination of a desperate fight to the death.

But just when she least expected it, a flash crossed her vision and a tall werewolf suddenly charged by her side.

He made a powerful punch, managing to block Lieutenant Colonel Bolton who was straight across him.

A heavy thud of metal impact resounded.

Leonard fell back several meters, and despite spewing a mouthful of turbid blood, he managed to steady himself.

Not everyone knew about the lost demon god magic—”Supreme Tyrant Body”—, so Bolton stared in disbelief.

He looked at the werewolf in front of him whose arms were completely bronze-colored, wondering, “What secret skill is this?”

Although he admitted that understanding the demonic solution before the fourth tier was percisely a genius.