My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Although he had once witnessed the Deepsea Hunters' heroic battles against monsters along the coast and in the ocean from afar [although he was just an ordinary person at the time, at least he appeared to be], this was the first time he had actually experienced the strength of the Deepsea Hunters.

"What...unparalleled strength...!"

The deformed nobleman exclaimed in admiration, looking around at the aloof young women holding strange weapons who had surrounded him. He thought excitedly that the flesh and blood of these deep-sea hunters, who could exert such great strength while maintaining the height and size of normal human women, must be quite delicious and chewy.

However, even if the deformed nobleman used his knife and fork to think, he would know that going head-to-head with these deep-sea hunters would be suicide. Therefore, his primary goal was to take the food from the car and escape!

Thinking this, he left, turned around, and opened the carriage door. But when he was about to take out his little egg tarts and his cutlery, he was dumbfounded: there were two Monicas inside.

"This is...?"

No, to be precise, it wasn't two Monicas. One, with clothes stained red with blood, eyes filled with panic, bound to the ground and barely able to move, was undoubtedly the real Monica. The other, however, was merely a rough creation, a replica of Monica's upper body while her lower body was slowly adjusting.

Given the deformed nobles' experience of consuming the flesh and blood of immortals, this must be the body of an immortal—what an amazing thing! Will I be able to eat the flesh and blood of a second immortal in my lifetime?!

He was overjoyed, but before the deformed nobleman could recover from his ecstatic revelry, his body instinctively sensed the sound of wind behind him.

The deformed nobleman's body had evolved into something completely different from his brain. Perhaps the sensory stimulation was simply too powerful; in moments of danger, his body would act on its own before his brain even realized what was happening, escaping harm while simultaneously transforming unavoidable damage into pain. This pain would then be transformed into pleasure similar to sex—in a sense, pain could not kill him but only brought him pleasure. The only thing that could kill him was another immortal, or a near-immortal.

So, he avoided the deep-sea hunters' cautious attacks. They didn't want to kill everyone in the van, so they had to fight the monster with the strength of ants. The deformed nobleman, after dodging the attack, reacted quickly. He hoisted the entire van onto his back, leaving only his two right hands and one left hand to hold weapons for self-defense, and then he smiled.

Countless faces simultaneously emitted a strange, buzzing shriek.

"You wouldn't dare harm the two people in the car—let me guess, you're little Monica's friends~" The deformed nobleman smirked, licking his several mouths, as he spoke to the deep-sea hunters who were slowly retreating to the edge of the encirclement. He noticed that the Ursus army and police had already formed a new encirclement further out, and that ambulances from the hospital were on standby nearby. "Wow, what a grand display~ It seems little Monica has found her place in this city after leaving that banquet~"

"...I'm sorry, I don't know who you're talking about. But it's clear we need to borrow your head." The white-haired deep-sea hunter, more mature than the others, holding a meat saw, simply tugged at his fur hat. "You reek of having consumed countless lives. How many have you eaten? Ten? A hundred? Or a thousand?"

"I... I don't know either..." Is he a fellow cannibal? The deformed nobleman blinked, extending his right hand and pinching his nose in frustration. "It seems—it's close to 2000 people... About six months ago, on the anniversary of my 1500th person being eaten...? But I can't quite remember—the more people I eat, the more their memories remain in my body—oh dear, asking a gentleman to remember the number of people he's eaten is too much to ask~"

“...Perhaps.” The deep-sea hunter shrugged, and then in the next instant, the deformed nobleman suddenly felt a sense of impending danger coming from his legs, knees, back of the head, and shoulders.

There's no way to dodge it! But at least we can minimize the damage—

He shook his head, causing the crossbow bolt, which would have hit his head, to pierce his neck instead.

He twisted his upper body, turning what would have been a slash that would have cleaved him in two from his collarbone into a mere graze.

But he couldn't dodge the attacks on his knees and feet. Almost simultaneously, a heavy warhammer and a meat saw cleaver smashed off the soles of his feet and severed his knees, respectively.

Although the deformed nobleman maintained the posture of carrying the van on his back as he slid down from the fractured surface of his knee, it was clear that he could no longer estimate the value of his van.

He carelessly tossed the van to the ground. With a crash and a cloud of dust as the van hit the ground, the deformed nobleman quickly pulled back his severed knee, and then, in the next instant, his right hand was completely severed.

"A body with incredible regenerative abilities, but if you cut off a limb or smash it to powder, you can't easily regain your health." The deep-sea hunter, wielding a battle axe and looking worried about the upcoming compensation, muttered to himself. Under the deformed nobleman's astonished expression, he delivered a single horizontal slash with his battle axe, disemboweling him. "But how do we ensure we kill him? Just bury him 50 meters underground and sell him for centuries? Sonia?"

“No, that’s not safe. But before we draw a conclusion, let’s chop him into a human stump.” Sonia shook her head and used her weapon to cleave off the deformed nobleman’s left hand. “And you only cut off his right hand. He has several more.”

"Couldn't he just keep his head? I think he could still live with just his head—oh, the abdominal wound has healed, his intestines are still sticking out. And who knows if his other hand was hidden under his armpit or on his chest? Even sea creatures don't have that kind of structure..."

Rabbi curled his lip. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the serpent scales who were loading electric crossbow bolts not far away to complete the control mission as soon as possible before the Duke's husband arrived, Rabbi raised his battle axe high and then smashed it down, directly splitting off the entire right half of the deformed nobleman's body.

Of course, she also damaged the entire road in the process. The whole road, all the way to the intersection 200 meters away, was ripped open and will probably be unusable without two or three months of repairs.

Seeing this, Sonia could only sigh heavily, thinking to herself that things on land really aren't very sturdy.

"Okay."

However, she only thought about it, because if nothing unexpected happened, the puppeteer should be arriving soon. She needed to quickly control this unkillable thing, otherwise, leaving a bad impression would be terrible.

Chapter 186

...

It was more than two minutes later when Yang Hao arrived at the scene in a Gaulish armored vehicle.

He jumped out of the car before it had even come to a complete stop. Napoleon, who was carrying his cane, and his ten fully armed Gallic Templar Knights stood guard, ready to protect him. Upon arriving at the scene where the cannibalistic criminal had been apprehended, he noticed the cracks in the surrounding road surface and the complete destruction of the highway system in the distance. However, Yang Hao didn't care about the damage to public facilities—he only wanted to find Monica as quickly as possible and check on her condition.

On the way, he noticed the presence of deep-sea hunters in the distance. They were guarding a monster that was nothing but a head. They were watching him, and the lead hunter bowed respectfully, speaking softly in a voice that should not have reached his ears, indicating that they could wait patiently and there was no need to rush.

"...The Scales went to help control the monster, and the Creed spies went to the Duke's mansion in Monica's place to convey my orders to Mr. Joseph—to prepare for a public declaration of war against the Duke of Nikolai."

"But the Duchy of Nikolai—"

"publicity."

"...yes."

At this point, it no longer matters where that monster came from. Yang Hao said he was Duke Nikolai's man, and so he was. Moreover, Duke Nikolai did indeed have quite a few disgusting minor nobles causing chaos in the Duchy of Kosiché; he was simply presenting the facts to the people and letting them make their own choice. Although he was currently furious, he hadn't truly lost his mind, really.

...However, he was on the verge of losing his mind. After using the [Puppet Stage] to order the Serpent Scales waiting in the Duke's mansion to bring him the [Winter Mirror] from his bedroom for emergencies, Yang Hao arrived at the medical station on site and saw Monica there.

But he was stunned, because there were two Monicas there.

"...My lord, we can't distinguish which head maid is the real head maid." The Duke's medical team, their doctors drenched in sweat, were examining two women, Monica, who lay slumped on stretchers in identical positions, covered in the same bruises, and even the bloodstains on their clothes were identical in shades of red. "Their blood types are exactly the same, their blood Originium crystal density is 0.12u/L...even their speech is exactly the same...I...we are truly powerless..."

"...Let me handle this. Mr. Napoleon, please, and your men, prepare for the attack."

"My lord?" Mr. Napoleon nodded, and ordered his soldiers to draw their knightly swords, pointing them at Monica, who stood calmly on either side.

“One of Monicas is an assassin—okay, a disguise specialist assassin, who can even disguise every detail perfectly… I think I know what to do.”

The doctor couldn't distinguish between the two Monicas, but Yang Hao knew how to confirm which Monica was the real one—because he knew that the real Monica had always known a secret in his heart. That secret could never be faked by an imposter.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and looked down at the two Monicas lying on stretchers, barely alive. Their injuries looked very serious, and the doctor beside him said that if they didn't receive medical treatment soon, the real Miss Monica might soon be in mortal danger.

[Event: Disguise]

The immortal has disguised the appearance, clothing, and wounds of your loyal head maid. However, the immortal does not possess the ability to disguise the personality of your loyal head maid. He can only "very quickly" conceive of words that might lead you to misjudgment based on the situation.

Please be extremely careful—but the girl in the mirror's ascension requires the blood of an immortal as a sacrifice.

'...I know Monica, and Monica knows me.'

...

Yang Hao looked down at the two head maids, who looked at him with the same gesture, the same gaze, and the same expression. They simultaneously uttered the words "My lord," and then glared fiercely at each other. They both intended to defend themselves, but their actions were almost identical.

If one had to point out a difference, Monica on Yang Hao's left would appear to be "slightly normal," while Monica on his right would appear to be "more subdued."

"...In short, I'll only say one thing. If you all give your answers at the same time, I'll figure out who Monica is."

Yang Hao recalled Monica's resentment and then put himself in her shoes. If he were Monica, and he found that the shadow of his life had suddenly appeared beside him, held him hostage for a long time, and made him recall the memory of his childhood friend being eaten alive, what would he become?

No, it's about what will happen to Monica. He knew Monica was just an ordinary noblewoman, so...

Yang Hao had already made a general judgment, but he still needed to be cautious and ask about the secret that only Monica knew.

"...What's my favorite thing? I mean, not counting the people from Colombia." He sighed and asked the two Monicas in front of him.

Yang Hao believed that anyone who was interested in investigating him would know the name Margarita.

So this was the first answer he ruled out—after all, if he ruled out his friend and Margarita from Columbia, the remaining answer would be to choose from Ursus.

However, this is a trap.

“...Lord Koschche…” Monica, the head maid on the left, answered without hesitation.

but.

She was wrong.

Because Monica on the right only gave a lifeless smile, and said with a wry smile:

"...My lord, you still can't forget about the Kuranta people's buttocks..."

This is the real deal. Yang Hao still can't forget the centaur's buttocks... he has an extreme fondness for them.

“The one on the left is the assassin,” Yang Hao said calmly, reaching out to pick up the real Monica on his right and then covering her eyes. He

He completely ignored the fact that the imposter immediately revealed his true form and attacked him after his identity was exposed.

Meanwhile, Napoleon and his men, who had been prepared for the attack, swiftly swung their weapons, felling the imposter who had revealed his true form onto the medical stretcher. To ensure the assassin was completely dead, Napoleon personally split open his head, then completely destroyed his spine and heart. He took medical alcohol from the sweating doctor beside him, poured it on the body, and set it on fire. He concluded that the assassin was truly dead.

"grown ups."

"Collect his flesh and blood; I need it later."

"Yes. Then you—"

"...Doctor, please take the snake scales and some Templar Knights to get Monica to the best hospital for proper treatment. I need to communicate with the Deepsea Hunters for a while, I'll be there soon."

Yang Hao patted the head maid on the back, and after she finally succumbed to her drowsiness and closed her eyes, he handed Monica over to the doctors.

However, this time he brought Monica the largest number of guards he could muster. Serpent Scales and Templar Knights were there to protect her.

[Event: The Death of the Assassin]

You killed the assassin, who was an immortal, so you still have something to use his body.

Collect them and prepare them for the "Girl in the Mirror's" ascension ritual. And don't forget that the cannibalistic nobles of the Nikolai Duchy are still rampaging through your territory—many of them have already shown signs of mutation due to sensory stimulation. You need a stronger army to deal with those mutated individuals.

Fortunately, a deep-sea hunter capable of controlling a near-ascended being is a worthwhile candidate for recruitment. What do you think?

And your strings.

'It's time to reach out to them.'

Yang Hao took a deep breath. He straightened his back and took the cane from Mr. Napoleon, who was accompanying him. He looked at the deep-sea hunters not far away, and the head of the monster they surrounded. He realized that the Duchy of Koschie would be drawn into the quagmire of war much faster than he had imagined, in order to ensure that his people would not be harassed by cannibalistic monsters in the future.

Chapter 187

Yang Hao, leaning on his cane, led some of his personal guards to the Deep Sea Hunter. He then stood about 5 meters away from the monster, who was still alive but unable to speak due to the loss of his neck, and was constantly regenerating while being severely wounded by the Deep Sea Hunter's weapon.

He watched the deep-sea hunters tirelessly trying to stop the monster from resurrecting, then looked at the snake scales and ponies who had finished preparing the electric trap and were about to present the monster with a great gift. Finally, he turned to the white-haired leader of the deep-sea hunters, who was respectfully taking off his hat and bowing slightly to him.

“Ms. Sonia.” Having learned her name through the puppet stage, Yang Hao calmly spoke to the astonished faces of the deep-sea hunters. “I am very grateful to you for saving my head maid and helping us capture this monster—but we can talk about the reward and what comes next later. Right now, we need to figure out how to kill this monster.”

“...Yes, Puppeteer.” The deep-sea hunter named Sonia raised her head, allowing Yang Hao to see her white hair and red eyes—or rather, almost all the deep-sea hunters here shared this characteristic; their hats all appeared to have small orca and shark icons. “But we have no way to kill this monster. Although we can damage its body, we cannot stop it from regenerating.”

“Even if this monster is buried in the ground, it will only harm valuable land. Little colt over there, contact the nearest steel mill and ask them to vacate a furnace.”

Is there a temperature requirement?

"Highest temperature".

"Puppeteer, I don't recommend you do this..."

Yang Hao thought to himself, if physical chopping into mincemeat could restore the body, then all that could be done was to throw this disgusting flesh into the furnace—once it melted into slag, no, once it was vaporized, there would be no possibility of resurrection.

However, the Deep Sea Hunters rejected Yang Hao's suggestion. Having fought countless monsters, they knew that some things couldn't be solved simply by burning them into gas. Ms. Sonia suggested leaving it sealed in place for the time being, claiming that she was a Deep Sea Hunter with a degree of prophetic ability—she had foreseen that one of the Puppeteer's henchmen would kill it.

"...In short, I'm not called the Puppet Master. You can call me Mr. Yang Hao—and what about your prophetic abilities?"

"It's a premonition. But my premonitions have never been wrong."

What guarantees do you have?

"I can't guarantee that."

"..."

If an ordinary person heard this, they would definitely think that the deep-sea hunter was lying to them! But who is Yang Hao? He only frowned slightly and chose to believe the deep-sea hunter's words.

The event log is a good thing after all; it can turn even a lie into reality.

[Event: The Unkillable Half-Step Ascendant]

Even if a half-step ascendant has only completed half-step ascension, they are not enemies that can be defeated by ordinary weapons.

While the Deep Sea Hunters are not ordinary humans, they can only use physical methods to damage the bodies of those on the verge of ascension. Damaging the body, however, offers little benefit beyond restricting movement. The furnace might destroy his body for a long time, but what if it goes out or is destroyed one day? The ascension will simply resurrect. You need to find a way to kill him.

Only an Ascended can defeat an Ascended, and by the same token, only an Ascended or a half-ascended can kill one of their kind.

'...The girl in the mirror.'

Yang Hao sighed and gestured to seal off the scene first. Then, he instructed the soldiers to open fire freely according to the original plan to capture the nobles of Duke Nikolai who were roaming the city. After that, he planned to go to the hospital to check on Monica's condition.

However, before leaving, he said to Ms. Sonia:

"I cannot reward you yet. Can we wait a while? I will invite you to my wife's and my palace for a banquet and discuss your reward in detail. But for now, I need you to watch over this disgusting head for me."

"I would be delighted. But may I come with you?"

"of course can."

Yang Hao nodded. Napoleon behind him frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but Lady Sonia smiled and said, "She can just follow along."

...Since that's how it is, then so be it. Yang Hao took Mr. Napoleon by car to the nearest hospital, with Ms. Sonia following behind. About ten minutes later, Yang Hao, who had arrived at the hospital first, led the Templar Knights to Sonia's ward, but there, he saw Koschche still wearing his formal attire.

"Kosice?"

"I came over as soon as I received the message. We'll talk about the details tonight—now that you've taken care of the target, right?"