Gwen has not yet become a recipient of an ineffective consumption.

She had tried to imagine herself in the victim position after the Caliban appeared. Despite the scary methods of this creature, the process is at least fast. At a glance at its abyss, its victims are no longer visible and cannot remember.

She had the same thoughts about her current fate, imagining that the "faceless" polycrystalline spell would engulf her. There will be a brief moment of uncertainty, much like an illusory journey through the void, and then nothing.

Unfortunately, the magic of "faceless" is slow and delicate.

looming over her bound body, the incomprehensible, dark silhouette that began by tearing off a section of her blouse, revealing her white porcelain belly. Blood flowed from Gwen's face, brightening her already pale complexion.

A black, sticky liquid began to cry from the nameless rough hands, turning them into stumps. It dripped on Gwen's stomach and had a soft waxy texture.

Gwen watched in horror as the obsidian ooze kissed her belly. She flinched, her jaw clenching in disgust, her teeth tingling.

When Gwen gasped for air, she had a petrified epiphany about how the Faceless Man planned to assimilate her. There is no pain. Instead, she felt a strange way of anesthesia.

"Ah...... Ah......h The exotic emotions of her loss of touch were far more terrifying than the nerve tingling she had expected.

Against her strongest wishes, she began to whimper.

Gwen didn't want to bring joy to Ruth, but how could she do that in this case? She wasn't an agent trained in torture. It wasn't until that moment when the adrenaline started to wane that Gwen remembered that she was just an ordinary person in the old world, a student in this world, an untested girl, and living under the protection of someone better than her.

As her face was expressionlessly ignoring her pleas, she began to thrash incoherently, trying to shake off the oily substance attached to her abdomen, grabbing a handful of grit and rubbing it against the numbing wound that was still widening even now.

"Don't move," Showing commanded, I didn't want to hurt my new body anymore. ”

In a few moments, the invisible fluid reached her diaphragm.

Gwen felt her heavy chest contract, musculature unwilling to relax as parts of its nervous structures lost contact with her body.

Gwen would never speak again, but in her heart she made a mess of the situation.

What happens when the film of oil reaches her chest and penetrates her heart? Will she quietly go into cardiac arrest? Thankfully, will she die before the faceless man enters her brain and devours her face?

Gwen remembered other foods she had inadvertently eaten.

One woman kept screaming until Caliban dug through her chest and mercifully ended her suffering. The other watched, laughing maniacally, as the worms of the underworld began to use his feet.

Now here she is, enduring the same fate.

Is it karma?

What did Doyle write about Sherlock Holmes? This kind of violence will be counterproductive to the violent, and the conspirator will fall into the pit he has dug for others?

Gwen could still grasp the ground with her fingers, looking for something, something, her nails cracking as she raked the loose gravel, leaving blood stains on the sand.

There must be something she can do! She can't give up now!

She had to resist and fight!

She remained unchanged until the dark oil slick ate up the last glimmer of light in her eyes.

She was going to open the Elemental Lightning Gate herself, forming a signal, any signal, so that she could flood her body with a reaction force that would wash away the empty matter that had invaded her physical form. She wanted her void energy to manifest and use her life force to be free. She was willing to pay any price if it meant freeing herself from the confines of the silicon handcuffs and slitting her wrists to live with blood.

But there was no silver mana in her body, no crackling of transmutation, no thunderous applause of summoning.

Although she was willing, her flesh was still bound.

The oil film had now moved between her chests, gradually moving closer to her neck. The indistinct humanoid form had diminished and become smaller, and its volume and mass had been consumed on Gwen's flesh and bones.

Gwen's black thorn shirt fell, and the shirt and underwear inside were swallowed up by the empty substance, and she was exposed, her white flesh trembling in the salty air blowing in the open bay. All that was left of her chest was an inconspicuous jade unicorn statue with an ordinary red rope tied around her neck.

The viscous black liquid hesitated when it came across jadeite, a natural substance that is said to ward off evil spirits. Now exposed to the sun, the surface of the unicorn's emerald turns a translucent green, highlighting a composite film that resembles Hovothea's windowed flesh.

Sensing the "shameless" hesitation, Gwen jerked herself up, kicked her legs away, and whipped the skin of her wrists and ankles. A sharp, throbbing pain emanated from her lower limbs, suggesting that she was swelling out of her sockets in the midst of frantic exertion.

As she made her final struggle, she felt a faceless impatient frustration. As another disgusting numbness engulfed her thighs, her legs became still. The pain in her injured limb disappeared, her face was expressionless, and she moved forward violently, consuming the nerves in her lower body, and above the waist, the pain began to touch her throat.

Gwen felt a tingling in her chest. Her neck went limp, and her head rested helplessly against the gravel.

That's it. Gwen told herself. In the end, no one came to save her.

Is she running well? Is she satisfied with her life?

No.

Gwen was not satisfied.

She wants to live.

She wanted to hug Elvia and rub her face into her pale yellow hair.

She wants to go on more adventures with Xiao Yue and listen to her explicit laughter.

She wanted to admire Alesia's antics and share a glass of muscat wine while admiring the port.

She wanted to see if Gunther would let up and give in to Alexia.

She wanted to be the kind of mage she promised Henry, a belligerent pacifist, a judge who played by her own rules.

Gwen no longer believes that death is a way out, that it is preferable to pain. If she dies, it will be on her terms, fulfilling what she has and what she has due.

That's not true.

Not such a worthless death.

She wanted to live.

"I want to live!"

Her desperate voice echoed through the air like a trumpet.

The witch who had lived twice blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering, revealing multicolored, vibrant irises.

A stream of heat flowed from her chest and quietly smoldered, flooding her catheter.

She could hear her heartbeat, a staccato iambique rhythm that grew louder and louder. Her chest was filled with an emerald glow, and she suddenly became even stronger.

Her eyes regained clarity and focus. She looked down at her bare breasts and found that her torso was no longer possessed by the black, sticky tar, a "faceless" consumption spell.

She stared intently at the glittering jade pendant on her chest, her cataract-like eyes wide open and dumbfounded.

An emerald glow enveloped Gwen, and she felt a tingle. Her skin, where it had been corroded and corroded, was now beginning to regenerate rapidly, pushing the dark, greasy tide back.

"Almugi?"

She smelled the air scented of eucalyptus, felt the flush of the golden midday, she felt the raging river and the scorching red earth.

The polymorphic shell of the "faceless" slides from Gwen's repaired body as if she were a molting snake. Like a magnetofluid without magnetic field guidance, demonic magic is failing alarmingly.

Suddenly there was a thunderclap that rolled in the cloudless sky shrouded in the evil sun.

"Usurper!" a thought, roaring beside Gwen's head, low as a great earthquake.

"Yes, usurper. Gwen was always so brazen when she heard her answer. ”

The faceless man frantically retreated from her, trying to remember the particles lost from his shaped form. The scattered liquid crawls towards the host, like a swarm of armyworms seeking refuge.

The grains of sand that had tied Gwen to the ground suddenly trembled with fear, powerless against such an ancient and primitive existence.

Gwen lifted a pale arm from the ground, unblemished and unharmed. The bleeding abrasions on her wrists were gone. The wounds and debris on her elbow were gone, and there was sand and gravel stuck to it. She pointed with a slender finger, the pink nail no longer tearing, in the direction of the nameless.

"Sand Shield!"

"Faceless" abandoned all efforts to consolidate its scattered parts. Instead, the half-formed creature crossed its arms and summoned a semi-dome to protect the rest of its body. It couldn't use a void shield against her lightning, even Gwen could see it.

"Babanjini!" Gwen shouted to the sky. A roar of thunder answered her call, shattering a nearby stained-glass window, scattering rubble pouring down from the ruined building.

A green bolt of lightning shot out of the sky, ionizing from the thin air. It struck it in the face without mistake, completely destroying its sand shield like a hammer on a fragile egg. The impact was so strong that a shock wave rippled from the epicenter, forcing the deformer into the sunken ground. A concentric stream of dust rolled in from where Gwen and Ruth stood, blasting the rubble apart and liquefiing the silica below. "Shaling" had tried to cover beyond recognition, but before it could be blasted open by the force of the explosion, it emitted a bright white color that spread into a cloud of white-hot glass.

Gwen was determined to stand up.

Before her body could move, an air cushion levitated her from the ground, causing her to straighten up and carefully lie on the rapidly cooling floor.

She walked a few steps and approached a burned-out crater in which faceless people squirmed.

When the smoke cleared, Gwen saw Henry's child pale, mutilated, and deformed, her illusory magic completely destroyed by the explosion of primordial lightning. Its already twisted body was now a pile of broken bones and dangling ligaments, wilting in a pool of scorching silica.

The guy coughed. Gwen was surprised to find that its blood was as red as hers.

"Forgot. About this. "Pendants. The Faceless struggled to utter every word. Gwen could see several of its ribs sticking out of its torso. "It's stupid...... Xiao Yue even said about it. ”

"You don't dare say her name," Gwen warned.

It was a strange sight; A nearly naked Gwen was staring down at the paralyzed, unrecognizable disabled person.

"I want to know. Back then, if I had taken Avia back then - you would

"You don't even dare to say their names!"

Gwen shot a bolt of lightning that burned blue and green, burning his chest and sending the already wounded creature into a spasmodic death quack.

She placed her hand on her amulet and felt a familiar mystical energy pouring from within it. The unicorn pendant was a gift from her father, a prize he was unwilling to give her. When she first meets Henry, her master tells her that it is the Kirin's Soul Stone, although nothing else. Similarly, she has felt its effects many times in the past. It absorbed the energy of dying creatures, and their soul stones shattered at death - but the saw on the pendant didn't once give its reward to Gwen. After so many crises, she completely forgot about it.

"I don't know. I think. You'll save. What about me?" the shameless man spoke at a strange pace. Gwen points out that this is because of its jaw deformation. Without its polymorphic spell activation, even speaking seems to cause faceless pain. "Mine. Still offered. Standing. ”

"Death is too good for you," Gwen said coldly, feeling a poetic epiphany manifest in her mind.

This damn thing is responsible for the death of her master, her friends, her family in this world. By the same standard, it is already trying to consume her body!If it succeeds, it will perform eyelashes all over the world in her image, wearing her skin like a sock puppet!

Gwen suddenly felt a wave of sobriety force her.

She wanted to murder. She wanted to make that damn thing suffer.

Strong desires scared her. Henry thought she was a good person, but would he be disappointed if his apprentice celebrated her cruelty?

She's going to shirk responsibility as she used to be. Hidden behind the words of great man wisdom, the ivory tower is there.

But that's not the case now.

She remembered Henry, her master, who for the first time impressed her kind mentor.

"Abuse of greatness......" she naively declared to him, believing that she was wrapped in the wisdom of the old world...... It's a time when remorse is out of touch with power!"

But she doesn't regret it now.

It feels good.

If there's anything right in the world, it's this.

"Caliban!" she ordered, and she was robbed of a pound of meat by the banished animal. To Gwen's surprise, the reservoir inside the unicorn pendant barely recorded the cost of life force.

Caleban is faltering, bloated and muscular, causing tortuous havoc on the world.

"Shah, Shah!" the Caliban threatened the unfortunate face. Its smooth carapace slid away with a silent hiss, and a ball of gray slime slid down its throbbing purple body. The lamprey opens its mouth to reveal its pink tentacle tongue, writhing in a mouth full of dagger-like teeth.

"Oh. He smiled, and a mouthful of blood came out of his torn lip, I told you we were alike! Gwen Song. We'll be together. One-way. Or another. ”