Roland said as he withdrew the divine power of the Sleeping Master who was surrounding him.

The silver thorn pattern on his forehead suddenly melted and re-entered Roland's skin. The flickering silver light in the surrounding space gradually dissipated, and darkness poured out of the corner again, drowning the small space once more.

And so, everything in front of Roland's eyes turned into darkness again.

However, for Roland, whose perception has exceeded twenty points, vision is no longer an irreplaceable existence. Everything around him began to form a transparent framework in Roland's mind.

Smack.

It was like throwing mud on the ground, and the sound was sticky and slippery.

Sealed in motion by the ice spikes, "Edward" melted with a snap, and its viscous and flexible tentacles like snakes emerged from the sludge.

It seems that he is still wary of Roland, or that Roland has a mental preparation - Edward did not pounce directly at the beginning, but stretched out a slender tentacle the thickness of chopsticks and tentatively wrapped around Roland's right wrist.

Anyway, his vision had been blocked by darkness, and Roland simply closed his eyes to strengthen his other senses.

He distinctly felt a cold, slippery sensation slip away from the back of his right hand.

Roland subconsciously tensed his right arm. A shallow layer of silver-gray runes flashed bits and pieces from Roland's skin.

The tentacle seemed to have been struck by electricity, and with a crisp snap, it was suddenly bounced out, frozen in the air, and it took about three or four seconds to recover.

Similar to the silhouette of Edward's upper body. But a miniature figure more than ten times smaller emerged from the tip of the tentacle.

He spread his hands and whispered with utter malice, "Your Excellency Roland." You relax a little ......."

"Then I won't be able to touch you."

A sharp, annoying synthesized sound rang out from the tip of the tentacle.

It was Edward's tone, but sharp and rough. Reminiscent of the noise of fingernails scraping glass.

Roland just said indifferently: "Come again." I didn't control it for a while...... Sorry, it's my fault for underestimating how disgusting you are. ”

“…… Hehe. ”

Edward chuckled, shook his head, and re-sank into the mass of amorphous tentacles.

The next moment, the tentacle no longer hesitated, and went straight up from Roland's wrist.

At first, as if to get Roland used to it, it stayed on Roland's wrist for a moment.

"It's a feeling...... Did you climb up from the sea somewhere? ”

Roland sneered in a low voice.

He's not exaggerating at all.

The touch of the enemy of the adult Kabbalah is like aquatic products if you want to describe it. It's just that, unlike the appearance, although it has the adsorption power of an octopus's tentacles, it is much smoother than an octopus's tentacles - in terms of surface. It is the degree that is closer to a catfish.

What made Roland think of catfish even more was that there was a layer of slippery slime on the tentacles.

As it rested on Roland's right hand, the cold, viscous mucus that was constantly secreted gradually spread evenly over the entire back of Roland's hand, ticking to the ground.

Then, one, two...... More and more tentacles came up from Roland's right wrist. The slippery tentacles slowly tightened, and Roland frowned unconsciously.

"You guy...... It's unexpectedly disgusting. ”

Roland exclaimed.

However, Edward did not react.

In just a moment, Roland's right arm, which was bound to the cross, was directly swallowed by dozens of tentacles. Not only are the wrists tied, but even the lower arms and upper arms are also bound.

The next moment. Roland felt a very slight tingling pain coming from the tips of his right index and middle fingers. It felt like being sprayed with a wonderful painkiller spray and then being blown up by a blood needle in the hospital.

…… It turns out that this mucus has a pain-relieving effect.

Roland suddenly understood.

Slow, no......

Almost at the same time, Roland realized something-

If this mucus is for pain. So if Roland let him parasitize his body, does he have to let this guy crawl all over his body?

Thinking of this, Roland shook unconsciously.

No, no, no, no, no, no, it's disgusting......

That moment. Roland thought of a lot of tentacle books that circulated on the forum......

…… Belch.

It's a pleasure to read a book.,But it's another thing to publish a book yourself.。

Roland decided immediately. Let's first stipulate the scope of action for this ignorant twilight dependent.

"I'll start by saying good Edward, don't crawl around. Otherwise, I'll kill you by chanting and praying. ”

“…… What is crawling? How much to give a range. ”

The sharp synthesized sound can't help but be a little more helpless.

"First of all, don't get my hair dirty." Roland felt the fingers of his right hand that were a little swollen due to the excessive amount of blood that had poured in in a short period of time and his right arm, which had been poked three times in a row, and showed an impatient look, "You might as well come in directly from the heart." Then it was pumped all over my body with the beating of my heart. ”

Hearing this, Edward's" wriggling movements stopped for a moment.

It seemed to finally realize something bad from Roland's tone.

"Are you scared?"

Roland's tone was full of disdain.

"Indeed," there was a slight pause for a few seconds before the sharp synth sounded again, "I wonder if you're going to suddenly start chanting a prayer halfway through I'm in." In that case, I think it would be a hassle to run away. ”

"If that's the case, I won't survive."

Roland said angrily: "You came in from my heart, if you feel a crisis, don't you just manipulate your blood to burst my heart in an instant - you can always do this kind of thing." ”

“…… All right. ”

Despite feeling a certain uneasiness, "Edward" chose to follow his instincts.

What about the elect of the saints? The occupancy effect of the enemy of Kabbalah is absolute, as long as it is a pure-blooded human, even the Pope of the Holy One dares to occupy it.

As Roland said, after it enters Roland's heart, no matter what Roland does, it will no longer affect it. That was originally its plan.

However, in order to prevent Roland from being vigilant, it originally planned to quickly and gradually use its tentacles to make up for Roland's whole body, and first use the part of blood that entered Roland's body to occupy the heart.

Since Roland is so confident that it starts from the heart, then it's not welcome-

The next moment, Roland could feel the needles leave his fingertips.

Then, like a snake, a large tentacle poured in from Roland's sleeve very quickly. Roland felt the touch of steel nails the thickness of his little finger piercing his chest and abdomen, a large amount of cold liquid was injected into his body, and the body temperature of the whole person began to drop extremely rapidly.

After that, Roland's consciousness began to blur. His limbs gradually tingled, becoming cold and weak.

As a large number of tentacles poured in, Roland's robe was suddenly propped up high, as if something was squirming inside.

But the robe was taut for only a moment, and then Roland's sleeping embrace slowly deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and returned to complete calm in the fifteenth second after the previous sentence fell.

Roland's face took on an almost eerie calm.

The wound on his right hand from the bite of the Kabbalah's enemies left a dark red mark. But the silver-gray light gradually covered it, hiding it little by little.

If a third person looked at Roland at this time, he would probably be frightened by Roland.

Beginning at Roland's heart, large lava-like dark red scars radiate near Roland's heart, then disappear, and then reappear - at a frequency like a heartbeat.

At the same time, silver-gray runes flickered on Roland's body in random order at the same time. It feels like the kind of mechanical keyboard with flashing keys left by people typing quickly.

However, as long as he stared at it for a short while, he could see that the dark red scars on Roland's body were becoming fewer and fewer, while the silver-gray runes were becoming more and more.

This silent pause lasted for nearly ten seconds. Then, Roland's face showed a trace of painful struggle.

"You're not ......"

The hoarse voice had just come out of Roland's throat when it stopped abruptly.

Roland twitched as if he had been electrocuted, shook his body, and lowered his head heavily.

Then, when Roland looked up again, a smile was already on his lips.

"Ah, yes. I'm not a pure-blooded human...... I'm a half-goblin. ”

Roland coughed lightly twice, then looked up, some kind of glint in his eyes.

At this moment, a huge mouth suddenly appeared on the dark Sleep Hug and bit Roland's neck.

The sound of swallowing blood was faintly heard in the darkness.

"If I'm not mistaken, from the beginning, Anros didn't mention it when he traded with you, right? Sorry, I won this game. ”

The next moment, the blood-soaked Sleep Hug began to slowly deform.

Sharp, pitch-black spikes stabbed out from the Embrace of Activation's Sleep, severing both thick hemp ropes that trapped Roland at the same time.

Then, Roland crouched down and pressed his right hand on the shackles. Silvery sparks erupted from his fingers.

And his left hand practiced in the air, opening the [Plague Lair] that he had not used once since he had obtained it. (To be continued.) )