21. The one who dug the pit, the one who was pitted (4)
"Oh, are you talking about those poor people?"
The snarling tone changed, and the disgusted tone of seeing vomit or other disgusting and filthy things shook the air filled with the smell of rust, and the worsening tone spurned the subordinates who had died from the punishment of impalement.
"What a useless piece of trash. He can't even do a small thing like stopping a few brats. Even the way to die is rubbish."
Even the hostile elves sneered at his annoying and arrogant remarks. Amidst the dissatisfaction among the people, Li Lin laughed elegantly.
"You really have simple values. The logic of a narcissist who is dismissive of everything except yourself is too obvious. Although it's not a big deal, it doesn't matter, but..." [
A smile that was as sure as a razor blade split open the false veil of elegance that had been sprayed with toilet incense, and went straight against the thin skin under the magician's thick makeup, which was as thick as a mask.
"The other side of extreme narcissism is always extreme low self-esteem. Generally, the source of narcissistic personality is a strong sense of inferiority. Even poor people are not as good as they can only rely on falling in love with false selves to keep warm.
The thing I look down on the most is probably my humble self. Mr. Magician who is always bullied and hides in a corner crying alone."
"Sure enough... he is a poisonous-tongued guy just like the rumors said...!!!"
The sissy's margin was shattered and peeled off little by little, and the always superior speaking tone gave off a trembling waver. Boiling anger seeped into the air, and hatred and resentment turned into directed murderous intent, burning the skin of the elves.
"Originally, for the sake of that rare and beautiful face, I planned to keep you alive!"
There was a creepy abnormal sound in the space where the air pressure suddenly dropped. The source of the sound was a pit where there should be no living creatures. The sound of [something] twisting its body and climbing up the pit wall at the bottom of the pit spread to the ground. After a while, a
His pale hands grabbed the edge of the pit, grabbed a clump of weeds, and his lifeless pale face poked out of the pit.
"No matter how useless you are, you can still come in handy after dying once. Okay, country boy of transformation type. How are you going to deal with my cute and hungry pets?"
In the mockery of playing with life and blaspheming the dead, more than a dozen corpses that had been penetrated to death crawled out of the pit one after another. Their movements were slow and stiff, and they headed towards the convoy with extremely clear direction.
Bang——!
The corpse walking at the front was hit head-on, and its brains exploded and splashed around, and a mixture of red and white paste was scattered everywhere.
The zombies (zombe), which relied entirely on instructions and used their enlarged appetite instinct to assist their movements, could not wait for the stunned master to give the [Avoid] and [Disperse] instructions. Their heads were blown off one after another, and their stiff bodies shook a few times.
The group of corpses forcibly awakened by malicious spells lay down again.
"You, what are you doing?!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Under the circumstances of being off-line, crazy and angry, the sissy voice adds a lot of masculine color. The impulsive devil can always make people show some masculinity, no matter who the target is, no matter what his usual style is.
The issue of demeanor and image, which usually comes first, is no longer the focus of attention. The young man holding the pebble in his hand is.
"Actually throwing rocks?! Are you from the transformation system?! Even if you are a bad apprentice, you still have some self-consciousness as a magician! How can you use rocks to blow up such cute zombies? At least use a sword to cut them.
!Use a sword!”
The sentence structure is unclear, and there are various questions about the wording. However, the fact that magicians are struck by unexpected situations and become crazy has been grasped by the elves. Everyone can understand the chaotic reaction after being strongly stimulated.
But I will never accept those nonsense.
They have a hostile relationship with sissies, and there is no reason to pay attention to what the enemy says. Then, whether it is [necrophilia], [necrophilia], [zombie control] or [narcissist], any one of them will be ignored.
It is a refutable certificate of [perversion]. The result of splicing these words that make elves sick even thinking about them onto one person is to square the disgust index and square it again. Do you accept the questioning of one of your own by such a very, very, very perverted guy?
The elves are not stupid, they are not religious idols who were slapped on the left cheek and turned their right cheek to each other. They are incapable of accomplishing such great things.
"You can get a headshot with a stone that's fast enough, so there's no reason to waste time playing magic duels, right? As for the zombies... none of your zombies are girls, and they don't have any cute elements at all."
"What a fuss! What a fuss! What a fuss! Don't say such words that are not cute at all!!!!!!!"[
"No matter what, all the zombies you made cute have been shot in the head. Do you plan to end it yourself? Or... let your friends help you clean up the mess?"
The sarcastic provocation was followed by a moment of speechless silence, and a moment later, the irritated and vicious tone echoed again.
"Did you make a mistake? Think that manipulation magic is just a way to control corpse dolls. Without the corpse, I will be useless? You are so naive! I am more than enough to deal with a low-class brat like you. I
But Lawrence, who never gets his hands dirty, even if there are no zombies, it is enough for these children to accompany you!"
The crisp sound of snapping fingers was a signal, and the corpse lying on the ground began to shake violently. After a few moments, the corpse gradually began to shrink. Black maggots surged from the corpse to the ground like a tide, lurking in the corpse and receiving the mana supplied by Lawrence.
The [Zombie Worm], which controls the zombies in transit, receives the Master's incantation to stimulate its evolution, and quickly eats up the host that serves as the nest, using flesh and blood as nutrition to begin the process of metamorphosis.
A crack opened on the back of the rapidly hardening skin, and black wings and carapace with a metallic luster turned out from the inside.
All [Ghoul Bugs] have ended their metamorphosis process and jumped out of their old skins. Their wings that are constantly flapping the air show their blade-like edges, and their mouthparts covered with sharp serrations are drooling. The bugs that have just finished their metamorphosis are possessed by their eyes.
Filling the empty stomach with a gluttonous meal and rejoicing.
"Come on! No matter people or animals! They will eat them all even to the bones... ugh poof!"
The dull hemoptysis cut off the arrogant shouting. The magician Stephen Herbert Lawrence twitched and rolled like a dying dog. Cold sweat continued to flow from the sweat glands. The muscles all over his body were in severe pain as if they were being torn apart. All the internal organs were coughing.
His violent coughing left stains of blood on the grass, and his lungs burned as if they were being roasted by a blazing flame.
"You...ahem...use poison...ahem..."
His dilated pupils were full of resentment and confusion: He was obviously well hidden, and the black-haired boy didn't come close to him. When and how was he poisoned?
"It's a good idea to hide in the bushes downwind. The echo effect created by magic can confuse the audience. But if you want to completely hide yourself, you must first find a way to eliminate your heartbeat, body temperature, and so on. From the beginning, you
It’s within my sight.”
"Ahem...how could it be...ahem..."
"If you were not so confident in your hiding skills and focused all your energy on my right hand for throwing stones, you would have noticed that a crystallized poison came out of my left hand towards you. The crystals vaporized and formed a color and smell.
The poisonous gas is sent into the body through your skin and breath, and then the effect is before your eyes."
"Despicable...ahem..."
"It's easy to talk, but compared to you who play with the lives and even corpses of your subordinates, I'm just making a small joke."
"Ahem...ahem!!"
The magician's cough gradually subsided, and the nano-robot bugs and nerve gas were delivering the final blow to Lawrence's respiratory tract and central system. The human demon's life entered the final countdown stage, and the narrow and dim vision glimpsed was enough to make him confused again before death.
scene.
The black fog was slowly approaching, and a scalp-numbing buzzing sound scratched the eardrums.
——Ghoul. His proud magic weapon is slowly approaching him at a speed that amplifies the limit of fear, and the clicking sound of the black mouthparts chewing the air can already be heard.
impossible!
Repeating this word again is like tightly grasping the life-saving straw that can pull yourself out of the quagmire of despair. Its ethereal weight does not have the so-called power of "redemption".
After the supply of mana that controls the ghoul is interrupted, the rampaging bugs should attack the nearest targets differently! And the distance between you and the bugs is far greater than the distance between the latter and the convoy. This is not reasonable at all! From the darkness in front of you
Judging from the density of the fog - it was so dark that all the insects gathered here, and the only target was him! [
Someone provided the ghoul with new mana to replace the old control technique, and controlled the ghoul to attack him as the master!!
Although this was the only valid explanation, at the last moment of his life, Lawrence still refused to face reality, refused to admit that the black-haired boy had stolen his control over the ghoul, and was even more unwilling to admit that this was a duel between magicians.
"Whether it was digging a hole and setting a trap, forcing subordinates to jump into the hole, showing how the zombies controlled zombies, or how the zombies changed their attack forms, including poisoning to death, you did a great job."
The black-haired boy crossed his arms, with an expression that resembled a sneer, a sneer, or a gentle smile, facing Lawrence's eyes that could not move. The unique smile with a mask-like texture was clearly a portrait of a demon in the deepest part of hell to the dying magician.
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It is definitely not something that can be created by the sins of the human world.
Major crimes such as robbery, rape, blasphemy, and killing are not on the same level as a Hollow that swallows even bad qualities, and there is no comparison. [That thing] even tries to deny [existence] itself.
"After the mana supply is cut off, the ghoul you made will follow its instinct to find new flesh and blood as a temporary substitute until the rampage completely stops. This troublesome characteristic is really troublesome to us... Well, it is outside of the situation.
, it’s a little bit nerve-wracking.”
The demon's face gradually became less clear, and his limbs didn't even have the strength to twitch. The scorched consciousness was pulled away from the body and drifted away. Only the blood-like arc cracks and the indifferent judgment of observing the ants moving away the caterpillars were imprinted on the human demon.
On the last swaying and twitching spark of life.
"This is my last request. Let the bugs eat up the poisonous flesh and blood. Otherwise, it will be a bit annoying."
Insects flying all over the sky swarmed up, covering the body that was completely penetrated by the poison. The densely packed diners grabbed every inch of space to eat, and the sharp mouthparts cut open the skin, and the hungry insects burrowed into the muscles, bone marrow, internal organs, and brain marrow——
Every inch of the owner's flesh was torn into bite-sized pieces, and a gluttonous feast of highly poisonous human flesh as the main course was carried out amidst the weird chewing sounds. No onlookers had any intention of joining in.
A far from gorgeous ending befell the magician who satirized the old-fashioned way his subordinates died. Lawrence, who was once so charming that it made people sick, only left a few unsightly bones and dead insects everywhere on the grass that no one cares about.
A man with low self-esteem and narcissism will die just like an ant.
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