Chapter 815: Conspiracy (middle)

The Soul-Drinker raised his arm and slapped the two spirits, and at the same time trampled a rodent with the clawed feet.
The other mice climbed up along the killer's evil body, and the structure was swallowed in two by a huge mouth that suddenly opened in the abdomen, and the last one was crushed by the fist.
The spirits persisted for a little longer. They hovered over the killer's head, launching attacks with screaming and cold tentacles.
They left several scars, but then failed to escape the large plexus tendon-like tissues extending from the hands of the soul drinker, and were soon entangled and shredded by those tentacles.
The killer watched the ghosts disappear into the air, and curiosity finally gave way to anger.
However, the planner did not waste this delay.
He took out a short, thick cylindrical object from the dark pocket and threw it at the soul-drinker, and immediately fell in the opposite direction, lying awkwardly on a damaged table.
The evil monster reached out like lightning and grabbed the oncoming object, but it was a grenade.
When they returned to the camp for resupply, Astisino found a previously hidden ammunition box that contained only this one grenade, but it was crucial.
Because there was no smell of smoky smoke, the soul-drinker initially sniffed at the object, then immediately exclaimed with a vague slur, and stumbled back.
It was full of ruin.
He threw it aside in disgust, but it was too late.
Boom~~!
The grenade exploded in a dull roar, and the cave was suddenly filled with countless metal powders, as if it were a shimmering cloud of crystal.
Suddenly, the killer fell to his knees and screamed.
His mind is like being peeled and shaved. A sharp and unprovoked blade uncovers his layers of mind one by one, and his scarlet naked thoughts flow around.
When the soul-drinker dares to resist, question or fail, the terrible punishment imposed by the owner is no different from the severe pain at the moment.
It's those particles in the air, and the damage they cause to the killer is beyond imagination.
Every flickering dust bursts out of overlapping psionic radiation, making him like a sword blade.
"Cough..."
Soul-drinkers gasped and opened their mouths, and gurgling cries of pain poured out of his chest.
Each of his nerves is running through the ghost flame that is invisible to the naked eye. In the invisible kingdom, this violent impact is gradually sawing off the countless psionic fibers that closely connect the killer with his own ether shadow.
The greasy skin was dripping with blood and kept tearing the body and flesh hidden under it, trying in vain to escape into the void alone.
The soul-drinker collapsed to the ground with trembling, and the vicious torture finally eased slowly-but slowly, too slowly.
He saw the human, the weak waste that plunged into his killing territory.
And the slender figure poked his head from behind the bunker.
The soul-drinker simply wanted to strip him away.
The killer is only willing to pay for it with his teeth. He will tear the idiot into pieces until he has only a pool of messy flesh left.
Do not
The word passed into the thought like a distant death knell, drifting gently from the painful lingering mind of the Soul Drinker.
At first it was slightly inaudible, but gradually it became more and more radiant, clear and firm, far beyond the past.
Do not! Do not! Do not! Do not! Do not! Do not! Do not!
"Get out!"
The Soul-drinker shouted loudly, and his former human flesh and blood flowed indefinitely like mercury, and agitated under the skin symbiosis covering the whole body.
Soon, the two layers of skin began to twist and contract, tearing each other.
Large self-inflicted scars spewed out black liquid, which stained the stone floor underneath.
He suddenly lowered his head and slammed hard against the gravel, hearing the muffled bones.
Compared with the body-wrap pain caused by the mist-like weapon, this real physical pain seemed like a tonic, and it shook the iron wrist of the ghost voice that was not yet tight.
Do not! Do not! Do not!
"Do not--!"
The Soul-drinker shouted loudly, and the torture of the heart-sweeping brain gave him no choice but to endure the end.
But the pale-skinned guy gradually approached, and he seemed to be holding some kind of weapon in his hand.
"This is the truth of the soul drinker..."
Astino opened his palm and let the dagger named "Weaver" stretch out from his glove. The end of the magic weapon was bursting with tiny blue sparks.
He shook violently, so he held the wrist with the other hand to stabilize the weapon, and tried to aim at the horrible body that was rolling and screaming on the ground and bleeding.
The mental disturbance grenade is only a test article, he did not expect it to really work.
Astino originally thought that this grenade could temporarily make the monster temporarily lose its fighting power, allowing him to escape with the cover of the explosion.
However, the thing was crying miserably, as if its soul were being dragged into the abyss.
It scratched himself in pain, tearing off pieces of flesh.
Astino hesitated, disgusted and fascinated by this terrible thing, and he could not move his gaze away from the evil vision in front of him.
Numerous faces emerged from the creature's torso, and the trembling red skin swelled outwards, turning into clear and recognizable faces, which appeared repeatedly.
They were saying something silently, but the mouth was blurry.
However, his expression is unquestionable, it is begging.
As a genius wizard, Astisino's knowledge is quite rich. Through the appearance of this skin, he has a glimpse of the essence of this monster. He is not a pure biological weapon made by the trust in the rumor.
The Trust Council has always declared that they will exterminate all witchcraft, because that is the source of scourge, but—
This monster, on its body ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Astino peeped into the tide of the vast ocean and the bound, screaming existence.
A demon, a demon tied to extraordinary flesh and blood!
This is the root of this biological power, so it can be changeable, so it can be invisible and shadowless, because it should not appear in the world at all.
"This is really interesting, the Trust Council actually..."
Suddenly, there was a burst of rustling noise from the depths of the mineway. It seemed that something was approaching, accompanied by a heavy breath of rhythm.
The killer's painful spasm gradually subsided, and Astino dared to move closer.
He hesitated, and the magic instrument in his hand was whispering and ready to start, but the problems in his mind were swirling.
Attack or escape? Or capture it?
This operation failed, but if this interesting existence can be brought back, then your own failure will no longer be failure, but greater success.
But in this case, what is the probability of taking away the other party?
In the brief moment when he thought about it, those faces suddenly disappeared, reintegrated into scarlet flesh, but instead two green eyes like a bottomless abyss stared at him again, as clear as night.
"Damn!"
Seeing bad, Astisino launched a mental shock focused on a little, but it was too late.
"Waaaagh!"
With a strange roar, the soul-drinker quickly reached out his hands like a hatred and swooped in, using a fan-like claw to block the planner's arm.
A brutal devil's claws stabbed into the other person's thin torso, pierced with body armor and flesh, and buried deep into the bones and internal organs.
"Kill kill kill!"
Then the dead spear stretched his hands to both sides, tearing Astino's chest, and ripped him on the floor.