In the same tunnel, the old chief walked in extreme pain, unlike the calm and calm on Annabella's side and the danger on Faust's side, the old chieftain's pain had no beginning and no end, as if it had been following him.

He was accustomed to this pain and even lived as usual in the pain. He even appears to be happier than anyone else - loves to fight and drink, and laughs a lot. But now, when he returned to his hometown, someone finally opened his wound that seemed to have become scarred.

The feeling of weakness that was suddenly exposed, the pain of the sudden explosion of emotions accumulated over the years, even a tough guy could not resist - especially when he was also suffering from **.

"Absolutely...... Absolutely not normal. A thin layer of sweat had broken out on the old chief's forehead, and his deep reddish-brown face was a little pale.

With each step he took, he relived the emotions of the adventure, from the initial joy, the anxiety of the bitter battle, the sickness of cannibalism and the joy of madness, to the consternation of betrayal...... These emotions exploded in his brain in turn, and he even experienced many different emotions at the same time, which caused the old chief's spirit to suffer greatly.

But at the same time, his ** was not bypassed. Under the bombardment of emotions, the old chief still miraculously remained sober, and sober enough to recognize the pain on the **. He could even feel that the pain was growing bit by bit, gradually approaching his bottom line.

However, none of this could shake his confidence.

He staggered forward, sweat flowing along the aging **, leaving a wet footprint on the ground with every step.

"Misery......," he sang, "O misery," he sang, in some direction, his old and hoarse voice woven into a distant and desolate tune, which was not at all beautiful, but only reminiscent of the dying old beast, "that thou shalt come upon me, and not upon my brother." ”

"Misery, ......" has been out of order, and he has taken the same leg many times in succession, "May you come upon me, and not on my offspring." The sweat that flowed down could even wet a small patch of the ground, leaving a trail of water in his path.

"Misery, ......" plopped out, and the old chief half-knelt on the ground, holding the hilt of his sword with both hands, resting his head on his hands, and slowly piercing his breath for a while, before continuing to sing, "May you come upon me, and not on my people." ”

The singing grew quieter and quieter, and finally there was no sound. The old chief's hand let go of the hilt, and the man lunged forward weakly, falling face down to the ground.

It was a tunnel without light, and if Faust had been here, he would have recognized that it was the tunnel in the illusion. The difference is that there is no light here.

"Click, click......" In the silent darkness, any slight sound would be amplified, not to mention that the walker did not try to lighten his footsteps.

The footsteps were steady, without the slightest panic or hesitation, as if he were wandering around his own backyard.

Suddenly, there was a pause in the steady footsteps, "Have you stopped again?" It was a man's voice, and it was obvious that he was not young, and his voice had the characteristic dryness of an old man.

"It's really useless......" he suddenly sighed, "Are you old too?" However, the sadness of the voice did not last long, "The newcomers are not bad, this is almost passed...... In that case, I'll be in a little better shape again. ”

He seemed to be comforting himself, "No hurry, no hurry...... So many years have passed, and if you're not in a hurry for these few days, it's a big deal to come back next time......"

The sound of "click, click, click......" sounded again, and the man seemed to start moving forward again, and if you listened carefully, you will find that his steps were no different from before, both in terms of the volume of the voice and the time between them. This terrible regularity makes people want to go crazy, but just listening, the heart seems to be beating out of the chest.

Faust finally saw the monster for what it really was. To be honest, even if he was familiar with the illustrated book, he had never seen anything that looked like this.

This monster was not the kind of "obscene" creature he thought it was with only a mass of tentacles and an unknown body. On the contrary, after seeing it, you will be amazed by the simplicity and grace of the body – a healthy body full of power.

From a biological point of view, it is. But it doesn't look like a human aesthetic at all. The large finger-thick savings that Faust observed were really only an insignificant part of the monster's body.

That's just the tentacles on the side of its mouth. The monster's appearance was not unusual among the many lives Faust had known, but the disgusting feeling that transcended his appearance still really affected him.

It was a huge flesh worm with an unevenly distributed black-gray surface and numerous pimples and sarcomas. The epidermis in these places seemed to be delicate, often cracking as it passed through the earth and rocks, and oozing foul-smelling, pale yellow pus—a bit like egg yolks—Faust somehow diverged his thoughts.

Even Faust, who had lost his superior feelings, couldn't help but frown—the smell and appearance of this damn monster were enough to cause physiological discomfort.

However, compared to the head, the monster's body is completely beautiful.

It was an irregular light purple ugly bag, stiffly spliced into the gray-black body, and Faust noticed that it was even slightly deformed - well, it seemed that the monster looked very random, it seemed to have put a layer of skin on its brain and went out.

Directly in front of the humble skull, there was a large gout with jagged translucent fangs, which Faust guessed was probably its mouth. As for the other organs that should be on the face...... Most of them were forgotten at home along with the support block frame of the head.

Although it forgot a lot of things, it at least remembered to let itself grow tentacles. Faust looked at the tentacles, which were probably the only thing that made people reverie about it, these regular and soft shots were the thickness of a thumb, but nearly half the length of its body, and they unconsciously entangled, flapping each other, or twitching alone, combined with a large mouth that did not constantly squirm and contract, gave it a new level of discomfort.

However, although this is an ugly guy, it doesn't seem to be vicious. Ever since he appeared at the top of the cave, he had only swam to and from the narrow space and dirt as if he were just a non-hostile wild animal—Faust would have believed it if it hadn't been for the fact that he had let almost everyone go on his own.

"So, what the hell are you?" muttered Faust, "why attack us?" "Whenever he can, he always speaks his mind when he thinks about things—it allows his brain to take in information repeatedly, and in essence it is a very useful habit of thinking.

"I am a Ketonia, sir. A gentle voice came from above, "Or as you call me, I'm a Drill Worm." ”