The heat and cold intertwined in the air like a spider's web, and someone behind them groaned and crawled up, making the sound of picking up a weapon.

Tomie grabbed the heavy flamethrower and fell in front of everyone.

Although he was immediately affected by the shock of the explosion, he moved neatly under the protection of the protective suit. I remembered that she had been badly burned some time ago and was still dancing vigorously, so I was relieved.

When the smoke cleared, we finally got a clear view of the situation on the other side.

It was a white room.

Not only the white cold air that permeated the surroundings, but the walls, floors, and ceilings around them were covered with white silk sacs and threads, and the whole room was like a diseased internal organc, sewn up by a strange parasite.

The appearance of the parasites is reminiscent of maggots that have grown after the decomposition of corpses, and the white is slightly yellowish, each one the size of a thumb, and constantly wriggling between the silk sacs, giving people a disgusting feeling.

The abducted Kennedy was like a prey in a spider's web, hanging in the air with white silk sticking to his hands and feet.

The worms crawled around his body, spitting out secretions, which stuck to his skin as if they were one, and then pulled out the silk threads and docked them to the silk sac.

There were so many bugs that we could barely recognize Kennedy's face. He couldn't speak, and he couldn't move his body. The hoarfrost crawled on his fingers, hair, and eyebrows, and was rapidly thickening. The only thing that can prove that he is alive are two stiff and rolling eyeballs.

The fear and despair in the pupils make it impossible to look at each other.

I was still thinking that he was hopeless, but Tomie ran up and spewed flames again.

The flames grazed past Kennedy, no more explosions, and the cold dissipated more quickly.

The insects spit out the silk threads over and over again, and the cold air fills the silk threads, and then they are melted. In the interval after each flamethrow, traces of the frozen water running down Kennedy's face can be seen.

Tomie tried to go deep into the room, but as soon as she stepped into the area covered in worm cysts, thin white lines shot at her from all directions. The surface of the suit quickly frosts and falls off in pieces along with the fibers.

Tomie could only retreat, standing by the collapsed door and continuing to spew flames.

The battle was stalemate for a while.

I couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock, and I couldn't shout out the words of giving up, so I could only watch Tomie act again and again with everyone in the same place. I checked the bugs' profile with the magic pattern, and the whole room started to stir.

However, the information of the bugs was still obtained.

Name: Corpse Worm

Species: Deceased

Rating: D

Condition: Agitated

Waves of corpse worms begin to retreat towards the silk sac, and when they are fully embedded in the silk sac, Tomie finally burns the silk thread that hangs Kennedy in mid-air.

Kennedy, who fell straight to the ground, made a cracking sound of porcelain, and cracks appeared on the surface of his clothes and skin.

Before Tomie could snatch him out, the silk sac began to stir like a heart, making a popping sound.

Tomie stopped vigilantly, and just as he breathed, the sound of agitation became more and more intense.

"Get out of there!" The priest shouted.

The priest hurried forward, and Tomie gave up the rescue and turned to run towards me. The moment the two passed by, the silk sac emitted a long series of air leaking sounds, which quickly dried up, and the honeycomb-shaped cavity could be clearly seen even from such a distance.

When Tomie came to me, the priest had stopped at the door, and what happened next left us jaw-dropping.

Countless flying insects flew out of the honeycomb mouth of the shriveled silk sac, and the sound of flapping their wings merged into a huge current in the blink of an eye. Tomie frowned, I just felt that the construction site was noisy, but the others were covering their ears in pain.

An overwhelming array of flying insects swooped down on us, instantly drowning the priest. They did not continue to fly like us, like flies that smelled the stench, and all the flying insects gathered into a sphere where the priest was.

We watched in amazement.

The priest died.

The sudden death of the priest was unacceptable to everyone. In our impression, he always looked unfathomable. When he took the initiative to switch places with Tomie, everyone felt that he had found a way to deal with these corpse insects.

Ellie screamed. Rahul, the Indian, turned and ran, and the hippie James was long gone. The only ones left with me were Tomie and Triti.

Tryty raised the muzzle of her gun.

I grabbed her arm.

"Get out of here!"

"But ......," cried Trytie.

"If the flamethrower doesn't work, we won't be able to deal with so many flying insects." Tomie said calmly.

The structure of the room here is the same as that of a security warehouse, and as long as you close the door after retreating, you should be able to keep these flying insects inside.

Just when we decided to retreat, another strange thing happened.

The sphere in which the flying insect wrapped the priest seemed to grow a little larger. Realizing this, I couldn't help but slow down. Staring wide-eyed, yes, it was getting bigger, or rather, being held up from within by an invisible force.

"Achuan!" Tomie pulled me, but she quickly stopped talking, and she also noticed the change in the bug ball, and stopped with Tridy.

The ball was stretched open to reveal the priest. The priest kept making a cross on his chest and muttering words in his mouth. It's like constantly inflating a balloon, and when it crosses a certain tipping point, the ball explodes in all directions.

There were no shock waves, no formed air waves, no explosions, just flying insects flying in all directions.

Tomie and I held Triti behind him, his arms in front of his face, and the flying insects made a dull sound on the suit.

They fell to the ground motionless. He's dead.

It's amazing.

I don't understand how the priest did it, or why he had to let the insects wrap around him before killing them, but we were saved.

"That's what the C-class ...... How much supernatural power is there? Tomie, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, also looked surprised.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" As he spoke, the priest crouched down beside the corpse of a flying insect and put on a pair of gloves to play with. He was surprisingly calm. "Medieval theological texts contain tales of wizards and witches, and unlike ordinary legends, they tell people how they differed from ordinary people before they became wizards and witches." ,

"Different from ordinary people?" Tridy asked curiously.

"Of course, if everyone could become a wizard and a witch, it would be a world full of broomsticks by now."

"So what's the difference?" Tomie asked.

"Wizards and witches rely on spells to exert their powers, and those who can become wizards and witches are born with some kind of supernatural power. Even if there is only one, it is a proof of talent. The priest stopped what he was doing and looked at us like a teacher. A C-class person who awakens supernatural talents, also known as a wizard apprentice. ”

The priest's voice seemed to penetrate the veil of history, perhaps infected by his bizarre legends, and I began to feel that the Doomsday Fantasy was really a dangerous but wonderful world.

"Gather the greystone." The priest said, taking off his gloves and standing up.

Together with the priest, I unleashed the power of the magic pattern. After the corpses of the flying insects turned into gray mist, they did not condense separately. I could clearly feel that our forces were converging, but the control was in the hands of the priest, not the magic pattern on its own.

The gray mist condensed together, split into four strands and fell to the ground, each condensing into ten gray stones. The quality of the greystone looks like the greystone I made out of the ghost dogs, but it's much bigger.

Me, Tomie, Triti, and Father Die, who remained at the scene at the end of the year, each took their own share.

No sooner had the assignment ended, Ellie, Rahul, and James spun out from the rear, looking around in horror.

"Priest? You're alive? ”

"What about the bugs?"

The priest just stared at them with the same depth of gaze, and their voices grew weaker.

The air became heavy in silence.

When we walked into the bug-infested room again, Kennedy was no longer breathing.