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After a moment's hesitation, the monster realized that it was lying on the ground. He struggled to his feet, throwing aside the rope that had long since ceased to work around him.

Glancing at the black earthen wall that suddenly appeared not far away, and the surrounding scenery that had been overturned by the impact because of its appearance, the monster began to retrace in his mind what had happened.

"It's like a giant with a stick and messing around with a bonsai, and it's really a gorgeous opening. It's like death for the unsuspecting adventurer, but the way this power is used is ...... If you want to recruit reinforcements, you will be in trouble. If you can do this, there is obviously a better way to raid. No, it's because he has absolute confidence in his own strength that he does this, and the caster is an extremely proud guy. ”

As long as it is based on the way the opponent uses the power, it is natural for the monster to deduce the personality of the caster. The purpose and identity of the caster didn't matter at all - although it was possible to guess it if you thought about it, the monster had little interest in it.

The only thing that makes the monster feel good is that because of this sudden attack, those adventurers just now have almost all been wiped out. This saves yourself a lot of trouble. If he hadn't had this attack, I'm afraid he would have had the only option left to kill all the witnesses except to forge a death certificate to get out. Whether it was the escape from this tiresome situation, or the fact that the witnesses who might cause him trouble in the future were swept away, he had to express his gratitude to the caster who had wandered in.

If you are attacked to this extent at close range, what will become of your body?

Thinking so, the monster looked at its own body. The body that was relied on was not very strong physically, but it was very well adapted to its own magic.

It seems that the reason for the resurrection of this man is not all accidental.

In order to use this body more effectively, what can and cannot be done, it will be very meaningful to figure out the strength and limits of this body now. The first thing to figure out is the time it takes to get from death to resurrection. Depending on how it is used, this will be a very important weapon.

The monster grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and crushed it with its fingertips. The rain had just stopped this morning, and with the wetness of the earth, and the intensity of the wind and the sun, it would have been about two hours since the awakening, and an hour and a half after the beast had been killed.

The next step was the time to negotiate with the adventurers, which should have been thirty minutes ago.

"There was a brief blank in memory, it was the destruction of the brain...... No, it's not. Judging from the tattered degree of the clothes and the distribution of blood stains, it should not be that he was hit by the vital point and died on the spot, in which case the cause of death was probably excessive blood loss caused by serious injuries. ”

Considering the cause of death, i.e., the time taken from death to resurrection, should be within ten minutes.

"A more accurate number can only be confirmed by re-experimentation, and as strength is restored, the time taken to resurrect should change accordingly. But now is not the time. ”

While keeping this number in mind, the monster prepares to take advantage of the current chaos to leave this place. His pace was a little too cautious, due to the unpleasant experience he had previously stepped on something.

It was only a few steps forward that the monster stopped in its tracks—something was clutching at his trouser legs, hindering his movements.

That's a hand.

It was covered in blood and sludge, and even then you could get a glimpse of the fair skin in the gap between the two. A woman was lying in the grass, clutching the monster's trouser leg with her bloodied hands. Although the woman still had a little consciousness, her whole body was pierced by sharp rubble, which was a serious injury that she could not recover. It won't be long before death will come to her as promised.

The magician, a female named Lena Celis.

"Save, save...... Save me...... Please, help me! ”

To this, the monster just coldly kicked her hand away.

"What a depravity, and you thought you would be noble from beginning to end, and death would be something that made you feel so afraid? Indeed, I can't empathize with you if I can't understand this. ”

The monster's voice brought a glimmer of color back to Lina's empty eyes, and she recognized who was standing in front of her. Lina opened her parched mouth.

"Lai ......, I'm still ...... Think...... Ah, I don't want to die until I make those people regret it!! ”

Lena tried her best to tell her thirst for life, but a cold voice came to her ears.

"It is natural that things that are alive will naturally die. You are just an irreversible part of this cycle. ”

In the hearts of a human named Lyle Raljos, there is a longing for this woman. The reason is not only that she has a proud figure and awe-inspiring beauty.

Lena possesses a talent and will that Lyle lacked as a human.

A gifted person who is favored by demons, there are countless rumors about his talent. Lyle, on the other hand, is a mortal who lacks even the talent to hold a sword. The world of adventurers is far more dependent on talent than imagined, and there is a limit to what can be achieved with hard work. As an adventurer, in the end, Lyle can only rely on his petty thief skills to become a rat in the sewers, while Lina is a famous magician.

In the world of adventurers, there is another iron rule, in addition to talent, there is also the strong to control the right to speak. Anything that is an eyesore, kick it away, and this can be called powerful.

The vast majority of adventurers are made up of men. This is an industry that relies on the body to make a living, and men are much better than women if they only look at their physical ability, and not many women will want to join the bloody and sweaty work. A world where mortals possess the majority, and the same is true among adventurers. Most of the people who enter this world as women will be jealous and suppressed by their predecessors, and even then the one who can become an A-class adventurer is a female magician named Lina.

Therefore, Lyle has love and hatred for him.

Blood stains the dirt dark.

The woman who was once longed for by Lyle was seriously injured and lay in front of the monster, probably affected by the emotional residue left by the original owner, which made the monster feel a little sad.

With tears in her eyes, Lina moved her lips and made a breathless sound again.

"No, I...... No...... I want to die....... ”

"Alright, let me save you."

This is a lie.

The monster suddenly changed his attitude, and he gently picked up Linna's body, and by this time her gaze had lost the sparkle of her memory, and only a little breathing was left to fluctuate.

"I promise you that you will live."

That's right, living in memory.

The woman in the monster's arms suddenly burned like white paper thrown into the fire, and at the same time burned out in an instant.

- Blood, memory, magic, and soul, all of which he devoured.

The formless shell was reduced to ashes and blown away by the wind.

Power swells in the body.

"Hmm...... I guess I've regained some strength. But is death for food,...... It's ironic. ”

Monsters themselves are absolutely immortal, and even if they are broken into countless pieces, they will only fall asleep when they turn into dust. And the fact that he was able to regain his strength by devouring the death of others was a great irony for the monster.

"- God, God, this is a nightmare!"

A trembling voice came.

Having an impression of the sound, the monster turned its gaze in the direction where it was coming from.

Not far away, the priest of Wells was leaning his back against the broken wall, bowing his head and praying to God.

The man was also seriously injured. The stone pillar protruding from the ground just pierced his abdomen, and the reason for his survival was probably the twinkling pentagram on his chest.

"God, this is also a nostalgic statement."

Why the hell did you feel this way, and with a sigh of emotion, the monster slowly walked towards the priest of Wells.

"You're not human at all, sure enough...... Ahem, what the hell is it? ”

The Priest of Wells coughed up blood.

"Didn't you say it before, Liar? Haha, that's a good name, and I'll be going to make it my name in the future. I'm Liar Raljoth, not Blair Raljoth...... You know what I mean, right? ”

Asserting that he is a hypocritical being, the monster's declaration irritates the nerves of the priest of Wells.

“…… How can you let a monster like you blend into the world of humans!! ”

Priest Wells, who was already very weak, suddenly let out a roar of rage, and he stretched out his barely able to move his right hand to draw a seal in the void. The blood seeped into the air and did not dissipate, but condensed with the magic to carve the holy seal.

Monster - Lyle kicked out a rock on the ground.

As if hit by a cannonball, Priest Wells' entire right hand instantly turned into flesh and smashed against the wall behind him, making a loud noise.

"Ahh

"I didn't intend to hold a grudge against you from the beginning, human feelings are too far away for me. Except for the gain and loss of interests, I can't substitute your feelings...... What's more, you are not qualified to be hated by me in the first place. Humans are naturally betrayal creatures, and you're just following your nature, I forgive you. Besides, that situation is not a betrayal, it is just a conflict of interests. ”

Lyle shrugged.

"But if you live, you're going to get in my way, that's just the way it is."

"You monster with the skin of a human on your back, a vampire guy who took refuge-!! Even if there is only a mouth left, I'm going to tear your throat! To show you the dignity of being human, I will curse you at the end of hell when I die. ”

Spitting blood and screaming, the Priest of Wells forcibly dragged his nailed body to its feet, looking like a wounded beast, despite his injuries.

"It's a shame that dying for me is a luxury."

In Lyle's memory, this man must have been a man who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

I didn't expect that the most greedy people would also be the most fanatical believers. Human beings seem to have some irreconcilable contradictions in their nature, such as the original owner of this body, who had a love-hate relationship with the woman he had just killed. It's really hard to grasp people's hearts, and the monster sighed and slowly approached the priest of Wells.

"Let your death be my food, too."

A few minutes later, Lyle appeared on the side of the path and began to walk towards the huge black earthen gun. He could sense the flow of magic, and it was a breeze for the monster to find out where the battle was being made.

In what had just happened, he had learned a lesson from the priest of Wells.

That is, the words of the weak are not listened to.

Priest Wells can easily control Lyle's life and death by virtue of his status as a priest. This is the rule of survival of human society, if you don't want to encounter this kind of thing again, you have to put yourself in a position where you can't make a move. If you want to survive in the human world, you must have a corresponding position.

The corners of the monster's mouth turned up with a smile.

In that case, it's better to make yourself a hero, and now is the perfect opportunity. As long as you get this shield of the people's heart, then no matter what kind of person can't rashly attack him.

He pulled out the sword he had just picked up from the ground.

I'm afraid that the owner of this sword has long since become a piece of splinter from nowhere, or it has long been crushed into powder. The blade glowed like a phantom blue in the sunlight, and it seemed to be the relic of some A-class adventurer. The blade is endowed with the magic of slashing through armor, allowing the slash to cut into the target's flesh even through thick armor.

It's just a matter of converting slashes into magic, and there are so many ways to replace or deal with them, and they're just a dispensable thing for Lyle. Even if he lost his memory, when he came into contact with him, the countless forbidden knowledge still managed to remain in his mind.

Lyle suddenly stopped, and slashed his sword at the wall beside him, and the upper part of the nearly two-meter-high wall was sliced off, revealing the black xenomorph hiding behind it - the black monster made a low voice, wary of the man in front of him - it was the blood-headed hound that Javiana had summoned through blood.

The Bloodhead Hound is classified as a city-destroying monster on the difficulty of the strategy, which means that it has the combat power to completely destroy a city. Although the Bloodhound is a natural slayer, it does not possess the corresponding intelligence. The master's order is to kill all the escapees, but its IQ is not high enough to tell if the target wants to escape, so it has to make a simple choice, which is to kill all the targets that are still moving.

"It's a guy who doesn't look very smart, so why don't you attack it...... Oh, I see, instinctively? ”

That's right, it was instinct that stopped the blood-headed hound from attacking the skinny man in front of him. But after all, it was a monster with a poor IQ, and after being provoked by Lyle, the blood-headed hound burst out with a roar and rushed forward.

Lyle bent down to avoid the bloodhound's bite and pressed his shoulder against its chin that was trying to open to prevent it from attacking with its mouth. At the same time, he thrust the sword in his hand vertically into its jaw, piercing the beast's head from below.

It is worthy of being a monster with extremely abnormal vitality, and even if the head is pierced, it can frantically shake its head, trying to shake Lyle away. Lyle, on the other hand, slapped his jaw with his palm, and the seemingly exaggerated motion had a huge impact that sank the entire head of the Bloodhound into the wall.

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With one hand, Lyle drew the sigil, a magic he had received from the priests of Wells. The invisible slash severed the beast's forelimbs in the middle—countless black tentacles sprouted from the wounds of the severed limbs, connecting the severed limbs like worm wriggling.

The blood-headed hound's jaw, where the sword had been inserted, had also emerged with black tentacles that entangled the weapon deeply, intending to rely on its muscles to take control of the weapon.

Lyle gripped the hilt of his sword, which did not move.

At this point, the bloodhound's body mutated again, its lower abdomen torn apart, and the churning black flesh condensed into countless whips—each with the power to shatter rock and steel—and whipped at Lyle's skull. An attack that could easily turn a human into a pulp in just a split second was multiplied by hundreds of forces at the same time, and in order to prevent Lyle from dodging, the bloodhound deliberately used his weight to press down on Lyle, who grabbed the hilt of the sword downward.

"Even if you have a low IQ, you still have a fighting instinct. Remember that the correct way to deal with this monster is ......," Lyle searched for the memories of Priest Wells, and at the same time twisted the hilt of the sword that was entangled in the tentacles in the direction of it, and drew the holy seal with one hand.

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Unlike the pale yellow shields cast by ordinary priests, a golden, intricately textured barrier appeared directly in front of Lyle, and the tentacles vaporized the moment they touched the barrier.

"Drain it with a wave attack first, then kill it in one go."

Turn the blade of the sword and swing horizontally.

--The sword that sank into the head of the blood-headed hound sliced the front half of the beast's head from the middle, and a large amount of brain pulp and corrosive blood gushed out, staining the area of more than ten meters red.

However, the giant body that should have fallen to the ground did not fall because of this, but black tentacles appeared one after another on the cutting surface to connect the severed half of the head. The black tentacles squirmed, pulling back the front half of the severed head little by little.

That's an anomalous life force. Even if the first half of the bloodhound's head is cut off, its tenacious vitality will not die so easily, which is the reason for constantly depleting its resilience.

A terrible cry came from the depths of the section, and the sound was very poignant and strange because of the absence of a tongue.

The Bloodhound's massive body slammed uncontrollably. The surrounding buildings were crushed by its expanding massive body, and the dust kicked up completely covered the area.

Up close, it's as if you've been hit by a small earthquake.

Lyle looked at his palm. Calloused and covered in sludge and blood, it was a pair of hands accustomed to fighting, even if it was just a thief. He repeatedly clenched his fists and opened his palms, confirming his strength.

"It's a lot stronger than I expected, but I didn't expect that devouring others was unexpectedly effective in restoring strength. The reason should not simply lie in the amount of mana, but in a more primordial ...... Ahh ”

Lyle unleashed another slash, this time targeting the Bloodhound's neck.

Vermilion turbidity splashed everywhere.

The last half of the bloodhound's head has been severed by the roots, and even a tenacious monster will still die if its head is cut off completely.

The beast stopped wailing, and silence returned.