Omni-Magician

Obviously, Prince Duran was not pale because he was hungry, Debbie turned her head and looked at the cellar. The swordsman under Oberon was heartbroken. After finding where Prince Duran was hiding, he directly killed everyone, leaving Prince Duran alone, a small cellar surrounded by disgusting corpses, and those were Prince Duran's family members, including his lovers and servants, filled with blood.

Debbie also felt a bit of disgust in her heart, and she squatted down and looked at Prince Duran, comforting him: “Gubbo is safe and I have brought him into the world of lords. ”

“Gubo, is Gubo safe... I'm relieved...”

Prince Duran, who was terrified as though he was no longer in love, finally shined a glimmer in Debbie's eyes when she heard him say: "Gubbo... can I see him? ”

“Of course, I'll send you to see him.” Debbie nodded, waving in her hand, and the Lord's ring on her wrist worked, and Prince Duran's figure was immediately sent into the Lord's world.

Footsteps came, Jarvis and Serti walked into this horrible, bloody cellar, apparently Jarvis, who had shot the swordsman in the head before, and the faceless had long since been sent into the world of lords by Debbie for lack of combat.

Cell held his head in his hand and weighed around him, making a series of exclamations in his mouth: “Too harsh, that swordsman is a psychopath, chopping everyone here together... If my head wasn't even with my stomach, I'd throw up, Debbie, you could still eat! ”

“My stomach is quite bearable, otherwise how do you think my grand gyro was practiced?” Debbie explained proudly.

Serti: “…”

Does Big Gyro still have gastric benefits...

“Has Prince Duran been sent away?” Jarvis still had the Magnetic Aim in his hand, and he looked around, "There seemed to be nothing left here. ”

“I've just sent the sole prince away, but... it feels a little strange.” Debbie chewed the bread and said.

“What's so strange?” Jarvis asked hastily.

“… nothing really.” Debbie swallowed the last bite of bread, "I was just thinking about Prince Duran, who was his family, and when he sent him away, he didn't seem to pay any attention to the people who died here... I thought he was going to take some heads, arms or something to bury. ”

Serti flipped his eyes: “He's already terrified. Well, besides, his most cherished son in the Lord's world, his biggest worry should be his own son, and the others certainly don't matter. ”

“Maybe so.” Debbie doesn't think about it anymore, she's getting out of here, "let's go, Jarvis, let's burn this place down. ”

“Okay.” Jarvis said, ready to burn this place down.

But at this point, the cellar door suddenly slammed shut.

The shady cellar filled with dead bodies and the door suddenly shut itself, which shocked Debbie, Celti and Jarvis at the same time, followed the magic lights on the wall on one side of the cellar to extinguish, making it instantly darker.

Quickly following Debbie out a magic flashlight, looking around, Serti sounded a little surprised: “Kind of weird... those flesh pieces suddenly started to creep up, damn it, all these things came alive? ”

“The walls are a little strange...” Jarvis shouted.

Flesh fragments, as if they were a red fleshworm, disgusting and horrible, quickly climbed in all directions, attached to the four walls of the cellar to form a layer of * * * *, and at this moment the cellar door was already covered with a layer of fleshworms, and the entire cellar was sealed tight, and even the ground was creeping, the ground that had become damp because of blood, as if it had survived completely.

Such images are truly unspeakable and frightening.

Debbie, Jarvis, and Serti hovered halfway across the sky, and they saw the shape of the cellar begin to deform, as if it were… a giant sac of stomach, as if they were in the stomach of something.

Following Debbie, he discovered that the swordsman, who had previously been shot in the head by Jarvis, stood shaking, flesh scattered over his face, slowly returning to his original appearance, with a palpitating smile on his face and a slight glance in his eyes.

“What the hell is this?!?” Serti couldn't help but wonder that, as an abnormal creature, she had succeeded in being frightened by the abnormal creature in front of her.

“This is a trap…” Jarvis remained calm, and although he already possessed human emotions, it was difficult for him to effectively express feelings such as fear. "This guy seemed to possess immortality and could control the integration of other corpses. ”

“Control the corpse? There's no way to be more horrible than a terrible ability.” Serti shouted with his head in his arms.

Debbie agrees with Serti: "Yes, more terrifying than Serti. ”

Serti: “…”

“A little girl named Debbie... hey, hey, I've caught you successfully, hey, hey...” The dead and resurrected swordsman, in a very strange state, shook and said, "You're in my stomach right now, hey, hey. ”

Boom!

Jarvis directly fired a Magnetic Orbit shell in the past, and the figure of the swordsman was torn apart when it exploded, but the broken meat chunks were still creeping, as if he wanted to continue to merge, while suddenly a green liquid with a sour smell began to emerge on the ground, and there was still a bubble inside.

Some of the swordsman's cold voices are still everywhere: “You can't escape, whatever I eat can't escape. My stomach fluids will slowly melt you out, leaving you with only bones... Oh no, Debbie, you stay, Alver says she needs your life, then I'll just melt your limbs off, hey hey hey..."

The cellar space has become narrower and narrower. One flesh-colored contact angle appears on the stomach wall of the four-panel room. The horror reaches the pole, the disgust reaches the pole, the hunting curiosity reaches the pole...

Debbie even had a strong stomach that had spinning at high speeds for 300 turns, but she couldn't help but get a little sick at this time. She held onto Gatlin's sword in both hands, transformed into a little golden man, drank it in her mouth, and chopped it out with one sword.

Enough to open a stone's sword, but leaving only a seemingly insignificant wound on that dreadful wall of flesh, the wound quickly blended together.

“It's useless, hey hey... it's useless...” The swordsman's voice sounded proudly.

“…” So Debbie gave a painful look and pulled a bunch of gold coins out of the magic ring to get ready to use her own.

But Jarvis patted Debbie on the shoulder: “This is still my situation, and I have a max skill to deal with. ”

“Max skills?” Debbie stunned.

“Mr. Hammerhead helped me think of it when I left Sicily.” Jarvis smiled and brushed a few voices. Twenty-eight laser swords on Jarvis' back and arms lit up at the same time. His voice went on with a few points. "Each laser sword possessed an enchantment skill, an infinite laser wind blade, but when it was being tested, it was sealed by Serti, so I couldn't use it. After leaving the trial, I was free to use this skill. Mr. Hammerhead reprogrammed it for me, but because it was too powerful and consumed a lot of magic, I never had a chance to use it. Even when facing Titan Soren, I didn't have a chance to use it until now...”

Debbie looks at the fast shrinking * * *: “Well Jarvis, the reader already knows about your skill, stop talking and start it! ”

Jarvis: "… OK. ”

Then the twenty-eight laser swords flashed around Jarvis' body, a bright light quickly diffused out, gathered together, the light multiplied, as if the white lightning of the rave, finally gathered together, a tens of times huge laser beam constantly flashed out...

At this moment, outside the sky has been brightened, it is precisely in the early morning hours, in a suburban estate belonging to Prince Duran, the reclaimed beautiful garden has long been completely faceless, a horrible fleshy monster is crawling out of the ground, it is a combination of countless corporeal flesh and blood, if you look closely, you can also see its bloated and horrible body part.

The whole cellar has been incorporated into its own body.

This monster, one of the three felons Alfred freed from Imperial Prison, was “killed”!

It was originally a mercenary, in one adventure his team of adventurers were all killed by a horrible swamp monster, but a few days later the mercenary came back alive, only his body had cooled down, his heart had stopped beating, as if walking corpse, he would have died, but for some reason his spirit merged with that horrible swamp monster, and a mutation similar to that of a faceless man, but more horrible and powerful, made him this horrible monster...

Terrible swamp monster.

The ancient generation of Asha residents were aware of the rumor, and even some had seen it, that the swamp monster had caused many disasters to the Imperial Asha, that it had a terrible immortality and could not be killed, and that the Guard of the Matan Empire had exhausted countless ways to seal him up completely and imprison him in the Imperial Prison.

But now it's released.

And it swallowed Debbie, Serti, and Jarvis into its belly.

It's just...

Suddenly, this horrible monster shouted a horrible roar, a bright bright light from his abdomen, instantly ripped his body apart, the bright light also appeared in the morning, those flesh became coarse withered and even turned into flying ash!

That's Jarvis' max skill -- [Infinite Windblade Flashing]

Debbie, Serti, and Jarvis quickly swept out and landed on the flat side, and that horrible monster had turned into a piece of meat and mud, and the horrible screams kept ringing, and it was trying to regroup, but Jarvis' attack was obviously extraordinary, making it impossible to regroup for a short time - immortality was not invincible, facing a powerful opponent was just the target of an advanced point at best...

“Where the hell did Alfred find this stuff?” Debbie leaned aside and said that the monster was the most horrible monster she had ever faced since yesterday, and suddenly she felt something and looked to the side with vigilance.

Serti and Jarvis are looking in that direction at the same time.

A person who feels that the painting is completely wrong is sitting there.

It was an old man who should be very tall, can't tell how old he was, wearing a robe embroidered with a golden yellow flying lion, with a certain crown on his head, sitting on a golden glorious throne, giving a sense of dignity, and even holding this glass filled with wine in his hand, he seemed not to care about the image in front of him, revealing a delightful act of watching the play, enjoying the wine in his cup.

This old man, the "can't kill” of the three felons, Alfred's uncle.

“Is my opponent you... because guys like you let me out, the Matan Empire is really getting worse and worse.” The crown old man pretended to be a pussy and blush, he said.

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Next chapter, the main character will be back in line, I promise... my hair is white in this episode of Mom's...