273. Predator (2)
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I’ve said it several times, but Count Nicholas is definitely the guy who dies and comes back to life as a boss in the game.
He is also the one who gave trauma to many Sera users. He himself is a waste-grade evil beyond imagination, but he was so terrible to see him come back to life.
The magic tower’s technology is at the level of shooting a different genre alone in the world view, and it can even revive a dead person.
That is by no means a complete revival. It is revived with a very terrifying ‘twist’ from its original form.
But even taking that into account, what is right in front of you right now?
Simply saying ‘twisted’ from the original look is hideous enough to be seen as child’s play.
“…Ugh, ah…!”
The cries that flowed from the open mouth of ‘it’ were mixed with a bizarre echo that could hardly be attributed to a human being.
The organs, muscles, bones, skin, and blood vessels passing over them melt into one body and become entangled. It looks like liquid in the form of a person melting and flowing down.
It is like an abstract painting drawn by a mad painter on the theme of hell.
It’s like scratching an iron plate, like a mixture of screams of a woman and a fetus, full of blind hatred and pain.
I heard it in the original work, but it was unmistakably a blood-curdling sound.
“Ah, ah ah ah-!!”
And with such a scream, he wriggles his body back and forth.
Everyone could see that they were preparing for hostile action, but fortunately.
There was a human in this place who would react more sensitively to that kind of behavior than anyone else.
“…Haa-“
The swordsman, Rad Barfon, grabbed the handle of the sword with simple breathing.
Swordsmen who have risen to the realm of masters say that a subtle difference in breathing can make a huge difference in power in one blow.
It is often said that swinging a sword with a brief exhalation is much more powerful than drawing a sword while breathing in.
It must be because in a very elaborate way, where even the cell bundle unit made up of muscles and the angle of the body are put together in detail, even such a trivial ‘trigger’ makes a world-class difference in composition.
And, if you are an adult who has risen to the level where you can twist even the laws of phenomena that make up the world.
A very small act like that can lead to formidable results.
In a perfectly established form, the blow that flew with the most perfect timing of ‘breathing’ was concluded at the tip of the sword drawn by the swordsman.
“Oh, crazy-!”
Such a primary-colored scream erupted from someone’s mouth.
This sentence was uttered by the prime minister, who was not someone else, but always kept his cool.
Of course, no one would blame that in the current situation.
—–!!
—–!!!!!!!
If you are a person who has thoughts and intelligence, and prior to that, if you are a person who is equipped with the survival instinct that all living things have.
You will immediately feel it when you see the blow the swordsman swung on the spot.
This is not something that can be countered.
What awaits is the inevitable catastrophe.
And that would also apply to the Marquis Nicholas, who has been in such a bizarre state.
You can tell from the fact that a guy as hideous as me was immediately cut in half by that slash.
The yellow blood gushes out like a fountain. It was the color of the blood that you could intuit that it wasn’t normal just by looking at it as much as it looked, but a sense of relief spread to the surroundings, saying that such things were okay.
It is clear that no matter who sees it, it will not look good if it is dealt with
Because there is no creature in the world that would survive such a thing.
“…”
Wait a minute.
A creature?
Is it okay to give such a definition to a guy who has already died and been brought back to life?
The moment that feeling of uneasiness rises up your spine.
The body of Count Nicholas, who spurted yellowish blood, began to wriggle.
Two pieces split on both sides, at the same time.
“…Still alive-!”
Before the Sword Saint could finish his words with a look of astonishment.
I hurriedly threw myself, causing the bodies of His Majesty the Emperor and the Prime Minister nearby to lie flat on the floor at the same time.
And then, in the next moment. Right away.
The flesh gathered from each body formed a shape and shot out all at once.
And then, several soldiers in the imperial palace who failed to react to stand guard in the meeting room were swept away by the tentacles of the unholy flesh.
Its vital points are instantly penetrated, and its body is lifted into the air, dangling like a scarecrow fluttering in the wind.
“…!”
While His Majesty the Emperor covered his mouth in contemplation from the side, Count Nicholas’ body slipped on tentacles.
Its body stretches out like an animal opening its mouth towards rice. ‘Teeth’, unknown when they were made, appeared through the cracks in the gaping mouth, approaching the body.
Chews and chews.
“…!”
I can see His Majesty the Emperor lying face down on the floor, pressed by my hand, covering his mouth with a contemplative face.
It’s clear that he’s barely holding back his nausea.
“Disruption is real. What the hell…!”
While such a moan-like scream escaped from my mouth.
One of the lumps that spat out the flesh ‘flyed’ towards the Sword Saint who was about to swing the sword again.
It was so fast that even the adult swordsman was a bit surprised and the reaction was slightly delayed.
“…Ugh!”
Several tentacles erupted from the mass of flesh, striking the Sword Saint fiercely and sending it flying far into the sky.
It’s like, a movement whose purpose is not to fight, but to ‘break away’ this guy from here.
And as if trying to tie the movements together more perfectly, it floats up in the air and catches up with the swordsman who has flown far away.
“…”
I grit my teeth and watch it.
Of course, the swordsman is dealing with that. Of course, I will win and come back.
The problem is that there are isolated humans like ‘that’ in this.
“…”
The time it would take for the Sword Saint to fight and win the half of Count Nicholas who had taken him far away and come back would probably take about 10 minutes if he had plenty of time.
In other words, if you endure that much, you will find a way out.
[ Use ‘search plan’. ]
[ Retrieves the information of the target. ]
[ A 24 hour cooldown is applied to the same target. ]
[ Predator ]
＜ Status Info ＞
[Normal]
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Strength: SS
Agility: SS
Durability: SS
Luck: A
＜ Misc. ＞
[ You can recover your physical strength by absorbing organisms. ]
[ Resistant to strong physical attacks and abilities by magic engineering drug. There doesn’t seem to be much of a way to do damage other than hitting the weak spot accurately! ]
“…”
Staying against it for a few minutes can be called an extreme activity.
Not even 10 minutes, even 5 minutes is the limit.
From the ruinous basic stats, it came out with a strong resistance to physical attacks and superpowers.
At least, it is clear that it appeared much stronger than the stats I remember in the game.
“…”
Close your thoughts quickly and take a deep breath.
The work to be done is clear.
To kill Nicholas, and to save someone who needs to be saved.
Rolls a magic stone in your arms. It’s an escape magic stone that I always have in case I’m in a hurry. It’s something I’ve ordered Faynol to use on Riru before.
It was very clear who to use this on.
The most reasonable reasoning is to write it to one person lying on the floor under my hand.
“Daud, what…!”
I attached a magic stone to the Prime Minister who opened his eyes in embarrassment, and sent him outside the imperial palace.
While acting like that, he quickly scans his surroundings.
‘…The Marquis of Bogut.’
No.
Since Nicholas broke into this room by breaking the ceiling, there is no hint of where he has gone.
“…”
I’ll have to see a decision with you later, though.
This is the one I need to pay attention to right now.
“…Just hold on, that’s it.”
As I said that, I glared at Count Nicholas, who was wriggling a mass of flesh in front of me.
“Look, Daud. What just…!”
“I sent the Prime Minister outside. Because he is the person with the lowest chance of surviving in this meeting room.”
“…”
His Majesty looks at me with a puzzled look.
Although it is obvious that he is saying ‘Then me?’.
Looks at you with a bitter smile.
“Your Majesty should be here.”
“…What?”
“If you said you like me, let’s get some help. After all, without Your Majesty, we can’t even eat porridge or rice, right?”
If nothing else, this person is indispensable to getting through the current situation.
“…What can I do to help someone like me-“
“You know what?”
“What?”
“Because I’ll be sure to reward you, take out what’s spinning inside your body. I know it’s not usually strong, that’s it.”
His Majesty, lost for words, twitched his cheek muscles before finally sighing and opening his mouth again.
“…Is there a solution, dear?”
Fortunately, it is clear that he decided to adapt to the situation instead of denying reality or getting angry at something.
From my point of view, it was the most fortunate response.
“Butip. Your Majesty, please support me from behind.”
“You are the only human who directly asks the Emperor to fight together.”
“It can’t be helped. Now, we all have to borrow a bracken hand unconditionally to live together.”
“…Well.”
The pupils of those pupils were torn vertically. They are much closer to reptiles than humans.
[I don’t know if Yongin’s hand is like a fern.]
And with that voice, something of a ‘heterogeneity’ is mixed.
[When the situation is sorted out, you will receive this light to your advantage.]
“…As much as you like.”
Using Yongin’s power would be to cut down on his life span from His Majesty’s point of view.
Of course I should pay a tribute.
Thinking about that resolution inwardly, he turned his gaze to the side.
“…Victoria.”
“…”
I sigh and open my mouth to the Grand Assassin who turns his gaze towards me with a tense expression.
“…Seras, can you bring me?”
“I can bring it, but…”
Victoria gritted her teeth and glared at the monster in front of her.
“In it, can you not die?”
“If you can bring it to me in five minutes.”
“Two minutes is enough. But, even if you say you can bring it…”
What solution do you have? Against something like that.
That meaning may be hidden between the lines.
Shrug your shoulders and answer.
“Yes. The solution.”
“What is that-“
“Give me one more chest.”
“…”
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Nobody in the entire novel wants to have a civil discussion lol.
He asked for more HAHAHAHAHAHAHA