Cracks appeared at the junction between the ceiling and the wall, and fragments of masonry continued to fall, and the ceiling was lifted up to the sky.

A huge hand grasped a corner of the ceiling, breaking it open, and above the ceiling was not the familiar sky and sun, but a clear white.

The stickman slapped his head:

"I still have something to do, so I'll go first......"

A giant hand reached into the room, and then pinched the little stickman with his index finger and thumb to lift it up with ease.

Hora had a look of surprise and relief on her face.

She could recognize at a glance who the owner of the giant hand was.

In the blink of an eye, both Hola and Kelly dissipated like a mist.

When they opened their eyes, Hervin was in the middle of the room, and at his feet there was a miniature model of the mansion, but the roof of the model had been torn open.

Kelly suddenly realized that her emotions had just been too strong, and her reason had become extremely weak, and although the news of Herwen's death could make her grief, she should not believe it so easily, and even then she could not be completely incapacitated and indulge in grief.

For her, anger may prevail over grief.

But she was like a doll that only grieved, and if it weren't for her own resistance to evil in the depths of her soul, she would probably have agreed to the stickman's request in that state of confusion.

And if she's not mistaken, it's likely that Stickman will next induce her to offer a resurrection of Hervin, and surrounded by extreme guilt and grief, she can't be sure if she'll agree to it.

She did guess correctly, the stickman only needs to promise to use her switch to keep Hewen alive, of course, it can't be said to be resurrected here, otherwise the deal can't be established, like in the case of Skid, it can only be captured and turned into cookies after the other party makes a move.

The stickman struggled in Herwen's hands:

"Tap, tap, alright, alright, you've got me, you're the winner, okay?"

Hewen said softly:

"Excuse me. ”

Hola nodded vigorously:

"Hmm!"

The little girl walked to the single bed, and in the process her body grew until it was close to that of an adult woman, and then she gently picked up Kelly, who was still disabled, and quietly walked out the door, and closed the door with her hand.

The stickman also stopped struggling, as he found himself unable to break through Hewen's control, and in his tiny two fingers were a large number of runes and spells of the Old Era.

This guy is even older and more powerful than it thought.

The stickman clasped his hands on his knees and said resignedly:

"What do you want to do? Do you want to make a deal with me? You didn't break them off to seal me alone, did you? Don't you want something from me?"

The stickman is kind and seductive:

"You can seal me later, why don't you make two wishes first, anyway, you're not afraid of what I do, aren't you?"

Hewen shook his head:

"Guess again. ”

The stickman said without fear:

"Anyway, when I come out next time, the first person to take revenge will be you, how many years can you seal me? Five hundred years, a thousand years? No matter how long, you can't bind me forever, and I will live forever, one day, I will quietly leave the seal, and then destroy all the good things you cherish. ”

The stickman stared at Herwen:

"Wait, I'm talking about the tragic fate of Hevendelenge, I hope you still have at least some ability to resist at that time, otherwise it will be too boring. ”

The stickman's tone suddenly changed:

"Of course, Mr. Herwen, if you are willing to make a deal with me, you will be my best friend, and I will make any request you can imagine at the price of my freedom, even if it is something I can't fulfill, and I will do my best to make it a reality. ”

What the stickman said was true, and Hervin knew very well, as if he knew that he could indeed make a few wishes, and that they would all be fulfilled correctly.

"No, you don't. ”

The stickman didn't give up:

"What about your heart? I can see that there seems to be something wrong with your heart, is there anything I can do to help, like getting you a better heart, trust my ability, I can get the best good thing. ”

Hervin says:

"You're a monster. ”

The stickman waved his hand:

"Oh, thanks for the compliment, wait, are you complimenting me?"

Herwin ignored its quizfulness:

"Do you know what a monster is? Mr. Monster. ”

"Hmm......" said the stickman with his fingers crossed, "bad, killed a lot of humans?"

Hervin explains:

"Monsters are terrible creatures that cannot be understood by human reason, and the so-called fear of monsters comes from the threat to life, elves are not monsters, dwarves are not monsters, and the Aesir Protoss are not monsters, because they can be understood by other creatures, and they will not kill other sapient beings for no reason. ”

"You can kill sapient races out of interest, fear, and anger, but never just out of instinct, because then you are the object of fear of all sapient beings, and you are a monster, the natural enemy of sapient races.

"People will fear you, not because you're going to kill them, but because you're going to kill them for no reason, and you can do it easily,"

stickman says:

"Then I'm honored to be called a monster by you, but I want to make a point that there are not as many sapient races who have died at the hands of monsters as they have died at the hands of their own kind. ”

Herwin smiled:

"Oh no, at least in the first two thousand years, more people died at the hands of monsters, I have made statistics, and this is under the premise that the overall strength of monsters is far weaker than that of humans.

"If monsters are equal in strength and intelligence to humans, then the number of humans they slaughter and humans cannibalism will not be on the same level. ”

stickman says:

"Well, I don't deny it, what do you want to say?"

Hervin says:

"You're a monster. ”

stickman says:

"That's right, and when I finish the seal, I'll find you, kill all the people you love like a monster, and then leave you alone in self-blame, blame yourself for not choosing to let me go today, seal me. ”

Hervin says:

"It's easy to do it if you're a monster. ”

Stickman is undaunted:

"I know you have some powerful magic that specializes in dealing with monsters, let me admit it, but what can you do, seal me for a thousand more years? whatever you want to do to me? The harder you work today, the more miserable your future will be. ”

The stickman said with pity:

"Don't you understand? I am greater than Odin, he is dead, I am alive, I am beyond your time, I have been reckless in this universe before eternity, even Odin is only a brief episode in my long life, I will be the end of you. ”

Hervin says:

"Odin is dead, but I'm alive too. ”

The stickman sighed:

"I thought you were a smart man, but I didn't expect you to have eyes beyond time, and Odin is much better than you in this regard. ”

Herwin opened his mouth.

But he didn't speak.

He pinched the stickman and lifted it to his mouth.

stickman says:

"No, I don't think your mouth is dirty. ”

The stickman pretended to struggle while insulting Herwen's oral hygiene.

But soon it stopped the struggle to deliberately put it on.

Because it saw what was in Herwen's mouth.

The blazing firelight is wandering, the amorphous sticky black mud is wriggling, the concept of cruelty is materialized, the seven-headed dragon with ten horns, the lord of anti-organic life, the star parasite, the spiraling stardust, the great enemy.

What they have in common, they are all monsters in Hewen's definition.

The difference, some of them are still struggling, but the vast majority are dead, including the old friend of the stickman, the anti-master of organic life, after all, it is not organic life.

"Ahh "Stickman," a little unlucky. ”

Herwin placed it in his mouth, and he closed his mouth.

Herwin chewed twice.

It will take some time to fully digest, but not long.

Hervendelenge eats the stickman.

This is the fate of all monsters.

His name was Hervendelenge, and in the old days, monsters would cry when they saw him.

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