Germain pulled out his Hunter Badge, planning to absorb the surrounding resentment just like he had done before when facing Hisoka.
Not only would it strengthen him, but it would also weaken his opponent — a double-edged strategy that gave him a clear advantage.
However, the Hunter Badge only managed to absorb a small portion of the resentment. The rest of the resentment broke free from its pull, refusing to be drawn in.
It seemed that in the heart of the enemy's domain, winning with such ease and simplicity was no longer an option.
Someone else was fighting for control over the Resentment — and they held an overwhelming advantage.
Germain put the Hunter Badge away, letting it absorb what it could in the background while he remained fully alert.
The hem of her dress fluttered slightly as Camilla stepped forward, approaching Germain.
Her hair was loose and wild, her eyes sharp and cold. In her left arm, she cradled the Seed Urn. Her right hand slowly lifted.
Whoosh—
In an instant, a black claw shot out, extending like a venomous snake and lunging at Germain!
But as if he had foreseen her move, a pitch-black shield conjured in front of him, blocking the claw with a metallic clang!
At the same time, dark robes wrapped around Germain's body, branding him with the emblem of the Crown of Torment.
A pair of silver-white wings spread out behind him, while a glowing halo of virtue hovered above his head.
"Legendary Form!"
Camilla's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but her expression quickly returned to calm. She swung her right arm again — this time the black claw was even faster and fiercer than before!
No matter what, she was the Queen.
And she would be the one to claim the final victory.
But once again, Germain had anticipated her attack and was already moving to counter.
He reached forward and grabbed the black shield. With a gentle squeeze of his fingers, it twisted and reshaped itself — transforming into a massive, obsidian greatsword!
Gripping the blade with both hands, Germain stepped forward. With agile footwork, he dodged the incoming black claw — and brought the greatsword down in a crushing arc!
Shhhh—
The black claw was severed cleanly, falling to the ground with a wet thud. It wriggled a few times like a dying eel before lying still.
Camilla screamed in pain, her delicate brows furrowed tightly. Blood poured down from her right arm, now wounded and raw.
Without hesitation, she shook the poison-infused vessel held in her left hand.
Whooo—
From within the vessel, black mist billowed out like a dark thread, weaving itself tightly around her broken arm. The mist stitched itself into her flesh, sealing the wound like a living thread.
At the same time, more of that black mist surged out in clumps, hitting the ground with a series of plop plop plop sounds.
Moments later, the clumps twisted and warped into bizarre, beast-like shapes—guardian spirit beasts with grotesque forms and snarling jaws.
They roared as one, leaping toward the nearby figure of Germain like mountains collapsing from the sky.
Germain raised his massive, pitch-black greatsword. He didn't even bother using his signature gas canisters to bait or confuse.
As the monstrous beasts encircled him from all sides, he simply swung.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In his current state, the silver-white parts of his armor emphasized agility, precision, and speed—while the pitch-black parts represented brutality, raw power, and destruction.
He spun his greatsword in a wide arc.
One of the beasts gave a mournful howl as its head flew through the air, thudding onto the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the sword shifted shape into a long spear—piercing another beast cleanly and flinging it high into the air.
Standing in the center of the chaos, Germain moved like a storm.
The black weapon in his hand never stopped transforming—from flintlock guns to war hammers, from massive bows to repeating crossbows.
Each form brought devastation, each strike designed for one purpose only—
Destruction.
He remained expressionless.
The black force surrounding him was perfectly suited for this kind of overwhelming, all-out assault.
One by one, the fierce beasts fell with thunderous crashes.
In Camilla's mind, the voices of her ancestors erupted in a chaotic chorus—some panicked, some calm, others utterly enraged—all vying to command her next move.
None of them wanted to die.
Camilla still hadn't fully adapted to the constant presence of these lingering spirits.
Startled and overwhelmed by their noise, she nonetheless reacted swiftly.
With practiced hands, she shook the Seed Urn, hoping to summon more creatures from within.
But in that exact moment—
A flash of silver light streaked toward her from Germain's direction.
Before she could react, the light struck the Seed Urn with a deafening crack, shattering it in her hands!
A ritual tool passed down through centuries—an artifact crucial to the Seed Urn Ceremony—was reduced to splintered shards.
Countless wailing spirits burst forth, shrieking as they scattered into the air.
Camilla stared at the fragments on the ground, her breath catching in her throat.
Stunned, she looked up at Germain, unable to comprehend where this monster had come from.
Though she had inherited the memories of the Kakin royal ancestors, not once—not once—had they encountered such a terrifying enemy in their recollections.
Germain, moving with chilling precision, had already subdued the final beast. His pitch-black greatsword plunged into the creature's hide, silencing its howls forever.
A burst of black mist dispersed around him as he landed on the ground.
He fixed his cold gaze on Camilla.
She couldn't believe it.
She had already survived three impossible trials—Benjamin, Nasubi, and even the shattered Seed Urn.
But waiting for her at the end of those desperate escapes... was not the throne.
It was something far more terrifying.
She was unwilling to give up!
"I am the Queen of the Kakin Empire!"
In that instant, the black mist swirling around her suddenly shifted direction, condensing into a fierce black tornado that lifted Camilla high into the air.
Her body rapidly expanded, sprouting black fur all over.
In just half a breath, she transformed into a massive black cat!
This was Camilla's form after merging her resentment (Post-Mortem Nen) with the "Cat's Name."
Her size had grown even larger, and her aura became more intimidating.
The originally blocky fingers had all turned sharp, pointed protrusions—just like her tail.
Those were the means by which she drained life force…
Now, she had eleven of these sharp life-draining spikes!
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