Desire

Stomped on by dirt feet, pulled by hand and torn. The Black Wizard is crouching, hugging a robe that has turned like a rag. After a long time of trampling him, kicking him with his feet, and punching him with his fists, Azin stops and looks down at him.

“Hey."

Question. Question alone, and he trembles. “Hey." Phew! Calling back, Azin kicks him in the stomach. “Cough...!” You've opened your mouth several times, and he vomits an unknown liquid. I didn't even kick it that hard. Azin raises his foot and tramples his back head. He rubs his face against what he vomits and shed a tearful tear.

“Are you crying?"

Azin asked because it was ridiculous. I've used a lot of violence against someone, but I didn't really start torturing them. I've only beaten them, but I've never cried before. Azin kicks his tongue at the sobbing black wizard.

“Stubborn bastard. Don't you feel ashamed?”

Azin kicks his tongue and hiccups his head. “Ugh... ugh...” Asin shrugs as he hears his groans. Have you had a good day? No, not yet. Thinking about the week I had to suffer because of him, Ajin sharpened his teeth. Argh! Argan kicks him back. Screaming wildly, he rolls the ground.

“I have so many questions for you. ”

I can smell it. He pees. Azin frowns, his nose furrowed. He turns his head to the side and spits. He reaches for the shaking man.

“For example... Who you are, or who you are. ”

Azin looks down at him and is troubled. The sobbing man looks up at the pain with his puffed eyes. A little older than Lockwood. I remember him, but I've never seen him before. At least Ajin hasn't seen him posing as Lockwood in the past week.

“I want you to be kind and answer what you're asking. ”

Azin lowers his voice. Need a little more work? Azin looks down at his body. I've just been beaten with a furnace. I also lost a lot of strength, so there doesn't seem to be any broken places. Ajin strokes his hands lightly.

“First of all, you have three options. ”

The left hand is clasped with a scream. Azin turns it around, crouching in front of him.

“The way the flesh crumbles in a living body. ”

Azin raises his right hand. Heave-ho. The old bag wrapped around his hand. He scratches the floor with his razor-sharp nails. The squeaking sounds are creepy.

“The shattering of bones with a living body. ”

Kwaek. Ajin grins at the floor. The Black Wizard hiccupped. Azin speaks as he plucks away the wreckage of the wood.

“The only thing left is to answer my questions quietly. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes..”

The Black Wizard cried and replied. Azin kicks his tongue and lifts his scepter. “Okay. Before you start asking questions... spread your palms out, put them on the ground.” The Black Wizard trembles at Azin's words and puts his palms to the ground. Among the widespread fingers, Azin placed a splint between his extra-stop index finger.

“If the answer to the question is slow, the screaming will move. ”

“Yes..! ”

The Black Wizard trembles and replies. “First, a name.” Azin asked. He replied right away. “Bae, this is Bertel Lucdia.” Before the answer was finished, Azin's question continued.

“Age.”

“Thirty-eight...”

“How long have you been here? ”

“About ten months...”

“What is your relationship with the Dark Star? ”

He hesitates. That's the moment. The merciless mover severs Wercel's index finger. “Shhh...” As she screams, Azin clenches his fist. His teeth are shattered and Azin's fist is stuck in Bertel's mouth.

“Shut up.”

Ajin said in a resounding voice. Bessel struggles to pull out the fist in his mouth, but Azin grins as he flinches his fist wrapped in a dark armor.

“If you keep your hands open, something really interesting is going to happen. What do you think's gonna happen? ”

The throbbing hands are silent. Azin smiles bloody and gazes at Wercel's bloody fingers. The lightly moving hand finishes the hemostasis, and Ajin pulls out the fist in Bertel's mouth.

“Keep asking questions...”

Azin drops a splint between the stops and the ring. He opens his lips trembling. “Well, I'm part of the Dark Star Macer branch,” said Bertel in a bird's pronunciation after his teeth have been smashed. Ajin smiles joyfully.

“Good. I like your cooperative attitude. I wouldn't have had my fingers chopped off in the first place. ”

The question continues. He knows more than Lockwood. In fact, he was a black wizard who belonged to a great axis. The reason he was so easily overwhelmed was because he didn't think he would be attacked by the Lockwoods, nor was the magical preparedness at all.

‘An Expert-class wizard. ’

In the first, the wizard is divided into six steps. Viginer, User, Expert, Wizard, Archmage, Mastermage. He was an Expert-class wizard. Azin paused the question and compiled the information he had heard from Bertel.

It was 10 months ago that Dark Star made its way beyond Gracia. It was around the time when Azin was practicing his pulmonary tract, and the Black Wizard hunt began in Gracia for generations. Why, the Dark Star has suddenly moved on.

It is because the Black Wizard's activities in Gracia have become more restricted. So, they ran the tissue as a point to avoid being trampled on by tail and exterminated, while handing some of it over to the front. There is no excessive law of the Dark Wizard in the Jinn line, and people die every day because of the existence of the Moorish. It is the perfect condition for the Black Wizard to work.

‘Archmage is involved. You're bothering me.’

Ajin kicks his tongue small. Fortunately, the Dark Star has only branched out to Martha so far. It will be a burden for them to go deeper into the progress. The problem is that the Dark Star's Dark Wizard, who is responsible for Marcer, is Archmage. Akmeiji... Azin reminds me of Persic. An arc mage is worth at least a Persian equivalent. Persian, of course, also possesses the characteristics of vampires, which makes it a burden for them to exist despite their ability to overcome common arc mages.

“.. and held hands with the noble gate. What about it?”

“Da, the Dark Star Master is interested in the strong bodies of advanced UAVs. ”

He said in a trembling voice. His eyes sparkled. “Master? Who are you talking about?” Wesel hesitates for a moment. Azin has slaughtered the leader. Berceley hurriedly said.

“I don't know! I swear, I really, really don't know. Only the Bullseye is the most senior person I know.”

Bullseye. Archmage who currently manages Marcer's Dark Stars.

“All I know... is that the Dark Star Master is interested in the flesh of the advanced pilgrims... and that the Black Wizards, including me, have come here by his will... and... and that the noble crest has agreed to join our plan.”

It seemed to be true. It is run by a strict clan, and Gratia cannot destroy the Dark Stars. The master they speak of is probably Harvest.

“Who is the highest ranked wizard in the Dark Star? ”

“All I know is the Bull 's-eye.”

“Good. Then let's change the question. Who is the strongest Black Wizard in Gracia? ”

When Azin asked, he swallowed a gulp.

“Most prominent of the Black Wizards is the Dungeon Masters of the Desert, without hesitation. ”

The dungeon master of the Bully Saleh Desert, Legnome.

The dungeon master of the Haira Desert, Selbraham.

The dungeon master of the Euchronous Desert, Axe.

The dungeon master of the Quirre Desert, Marjoa.

“Dungeon masters are the Black Emperors who reign in the desert. Everyone is close to Master Meiji, and under their command, there are many Black Wizards again.”

“Are they related to the Dark Star? ”

“I don't know. ”

He stammers and replies. Azin frowns and thinks. Dungeon masters. They say everyone is close to the mastermage. The pinnacle of the Black Wizard. What if they're working with the Dark Star? “Goddamn it.” Azin spits his words unknowingly. In that case, she is the master of four mastermages, with the exception of the queen of the black forest.

"If you make an undead out of an unmanned body..."

My mind went crazy there. The first thing that came to mind was a compulsion. It's a moving corpse, created by advanced practitioners. It must be some kind of undead. I've never heard of rape on the line before, but...

“Do you know anything about bullying? ”

“Yes, yes. I know. Isn't this undead made with Zinc's unique alchemy...? What the glorious crest demands of us is an army made up of it. ”

Versailles replies: I see. Ajin kicks his tongue small. It shouldn't be too difficult to produce ganja if it's dark magic. It's not just about coercion. Dark Knight. Azin's mind goes all the way there. A dark knight made from the corpse of a skilled knight. What if we built the Dark Knights from scratch? Ajin kicks his tongue small. This is embarrassing. He sharpens his teeth, remembering the look on her face.

“So, you're working with the aristocracy to create an epiphany? ”

“Yes..”

“What did the noble gate give you in return? ”

“Well, I'm providing a body and a place for us to experiment. ”

The arrangement is complete. The noble gate is working with the Dark Star to create its own undead army. Dark Stars have been steadily settling down with their noble allies and are conducting the experiments they want. Azin reminded me of the face of the nobleman. I didn't think you'd do something like that.

“How many black wizards are there in Massor? ”

“About sixty, including...”

“Where are you experimenting? ”

“This is the underground studio of the ear, the noble gate. There.”

“Who knows you're here? ”

His face is white and dull. He only hesitated and could not answer. He instinctively felt. This will be the last question. By the time he was about to answer, Azin had already reached out. Kuaak! Azin's hand grabs Wercel by the neck.

“It doesn't matter if someone knows, or if they don't know. I've heard everything you've heard. ”

I'm not letting you go. Azin's eyes are red. The hailstorm opens. Berzelle tries to resist, trembling less, but Azin puts his hand on her neck. Barcel's face flushes red as he vomits a choking breath. The mind is blurred and the resistance is broken through, and Vercelli's mind is eroded by him.

You're not lying. Ajin grins. The energy drain and suction method were unfolded. Versailles' body withers.