The Psychic Spell that burned the entire swarm, [Ignite], belongs to the Fire Manipulation-type of spells. Psykers who master this series of spells are called Fire Manipulators.
Spell Effect: The Fire Manipulator summons raging flames to melt and incinerate enemies.
Although the Butterfly Cursed Spirits were vulnerable, their sheer numbers instantly consumed a considerable amount of Kenmyo Isayama's mana points.
Psychic Spells of the Fire Manipulation-type generally consume more mana points than those of the Telekinesis System, since it's sometimes hard to estimate exactly how much mana points are needed to construct the fire for incineration, often resulting in overuse.
However, against enemies that rely on numbers, the Fire Manipulation-type has an advantage over the Telekinesis System. Telekinesis requires precise aiming and cutting, whereas the Fire Manipulation-type doesn't require technique or thought—you just burn mindlessly until the job is done.
"Boss, here's the living target you asked for."
Kenmyo Isayama heard the wails of the brat from afar. This was Fushiguro Toji's doing, as he had noticed his Boss approaching and deliberately pressed down harder with his foot.
"Still kicking, huh."
It had been a long time since Fushiguro Toji had left someone alive; judging by the angle of lethality and injury, this might actually be the lightest he had ever struck.
"Boss, look! I found that this brat is like your older sister when you killed her—no matter how you kill him, he won't die!"
Listen to that statement; it made it sound as if Kenmyo Isayama was a cold-blooded demon who slaughtered his own kin. Fushiguro Toji, like a child with a new toy, showed off to Kenmyo Isayama, grabbing the unfortunate person's arm and tearing it downwards right in front of him.
Fushiguro Toji's violent tearing caused blood to splatter and the chilling sound of flesh and bone ripping to ring in Kenmyo Isayama's ears. The air was simultaneously filled with a thick smell of blood, making him frown involuntarily.
"That's enough. We haven't even set up a 'Curtain' here. It'll be trouble if we attract ordinary people."
Sister Mei was currently wrapped inside a Crystal Coffin constructed by Kenmyo Isayama using psychic energy. She looked as if she were sleeping, utterly peaceful, the white gardenia hair accessory still resting in her hair.
The entire Crystal Coffin was carried on the back of a strong Flesh Hound, wrapped in psychic chains. Considering the transport, the Flesh Hound hadn't even unfurled its lizard-like dorsal fins, moving with extreme caution.
Its pair of blood-red eyes were wide, cautiously observing the surroundings, its nose twitching to sniff for any new, unfamiliar scents in the air. Furthermore, a giant beast lay dormant within the Flesh Hound's shadow, ready to immediately provide support should any anomaly occur.
Kenmyo Isayama stroked the Flesh Hound's ferocious head, urging it to remain vigilant.
It was the Flesh Hound that had first detected the stranger.
Once bitten, twice shy; this was to prevent the situation where Kenmyo Isayama was stabbed through the chest by Fushiguro Toji from happening again.
Reality, this game, is unlike [Zhong Sheng Temple], where Kenmyo Isayama could save his progress. If he is beheaded or dismembered and fails to use a Healing Psychic Spell in time before his Health Bar reaches zero, he will still die.
Therefore, Kenmyo Isayama now keeps these Flesh Hounds—whose noses are more outrageous than their psychic talent—around to act as sentries, responding quickly whenever an anomaly is detected.
When Kenmyo Isayama released [Ignite], the Flesh Hound immediately smelled the anomaly. Kenmei instantly dispatched Fushiguro Toji to investigate, specifically instructing him,
"Bring him back alive."
Adhering to the philosophy of "better safe than sorry," anyone arriving at the scene of the crime at this time was suspicious.
Kenmyo Isayama had Fushiguro Toji launch the attack under the cover of the firelight.
Fushiguro Toji was initially unaccustomed to leaving someone alive, but after punching and kicking for a while, he instantly grew familiar upon hearing the familiar screams.
Kenmyo Isayama walked forward and arrived just in time to witness the process of the white-haired brat regrowing a new arm to replace the one Fushiguro Toji had ripped off.
A red light flashed. Amidst the churning flesh, tiny, blood vessel-like shoots formed a framework. Quickly, bones, blood vessels, and muscles were constructed upon this framework at an extremely rapid pace. Finally, the raw, red muscle was covered by skin. The entire process took less than a second.
As for the severed limb Fushiguro Toji had been holding, once the main body was restored, it transformed into a pile resembling dry, withered wood, undergoing dehydration and shriveling simultaneously.
Overall, this regeneration ability was performing many times better than Sister Mei's, but that didn't stop him from being rubbed into the ground by Fushiguro Toji.
Kenmyo Isayama looked at the arm, which had shriveled into a curled branch, that Fushiguro Toji handed him. This brat was definitely someone connected to the "Killing Stone."
"I'll kill you! I absolutely must kill you!"
The white-haired brat lying in a pool of blood on the ground glared fiercely, as if wanting to devour Fushiguro Toji.
"How dare you do this to me!"
Originally, this white-haired brat had mastered a Sorcery that allowed his entire body to transform into a butterfly shape, letting him go wherever he pleased, untouchable by anyone.
But who would have thought he would fail today? Because the effect of [Heavenly Restriction] forcibly undoes all Cursed Techniques, the white-haired brat's Cursed Technique naturally failed, leaving him completely in Fushiguro Toji's hands.
"You're too noisy."
Kenmyo Isayama showed him no mercy.
Previously, fearing Sister Mei's soul would be cut, he refrained from using the second Special Grade Cursed Tool he had seized from Fushiguro Toji: the Soul Release Blade.
But there was no need to hold back against this brat.
With another sound of spurting blood, Kenmyo Isayama gripped the Soul Release Blade in a backhand grip and plunged it into a spot symmetrical to where the Heavenly Restriction was applied.
The agony of his soul being ripped apart caused the white-haired brat to let out a shriek far more horrifying than when his arm was torn off moments before.
"Listen, from now on, I ask and you answer."
Kenmyo Isayama said in an icy tone,
"If you disagree, I will use this blade to start peeling off your skin. I'd like to see if you're still so tough then."
Seeing the brat sweating profusely from the pain, Kenmyo Isayama pulled the blade back slightly, widening the laceration in the wound.
He used the pain to keep him conscious.
"Are you the one who killed Isayama Mei?"
"Yes. So what?"
"Are you the one who implanted the Killing Stone into Isayama Mei?"
Seeing him nod, Kenmyo Isayama took a deep breath.
"Last question: Why implant the Killing Stone into the deceased Isayama Mei?"
"It's simple."
The hair covering the white-haired brat's face fell away, revealing his right eye socket filled entirely by a massive Killing Stone. He spoke haltingly, in a tone of course,
"It's better if she's dead."
"The curse of the dead is far more terrifying than the hatred they hold while alive."