Chapter Sixty-Four: Advancing to Wizard

The sharp jaws of the little beetle tear through the soft skin of the woman. One by one, arching into her body, tearing at everything she had. For a few seconds, the shrill screams were still wafting, and she had turned into a cloud of debris. More bugs are spawned, flapping their thin wings and flying through the air.

"I'm going to live..... "I'm going to live" is not an isolated case, with the dilapidated wooden house as the center, and the insect swarm is raging in all directions. Fly out and fly back, to their hosts, and continue the fluttering fire of life.

It didn't take long for this area of town to become a ghost, with only a huge swarm of insects, still searching for fleeing survivors. In the blood-stained streets of the city, Crane was awake.

- No!!

He looked at all this in front of him and fell to his knees weakly. Among the seven orifices on the body, the beetle with the clown pattern buzzed endlessly. He just wants to start over as a good person, he is tired of his past, and now he has created such unforgivable sins.

Crane's already distorted personality was completely shattered by the taunts of the buzzing of the swarm.

"Wade drinks, Wade drinks milk....." The demon clown, who used to favorite to hum those weird tunes, echoed in his mind like a gramophone.

"Wade drinks, Wade drinks milk..... They died, and I killed them. The young Crane sang along, with a broken expression on his face, his pupils continued to shrink into a little, and the whites of his eyes occupied a large area: "But I'm not wrong~ They died, and I survived." I want to live, what's wrong with them dying~ I'm not wrong....."

His walking corpse continued to wander, wailing in pain from the innocents who had been gnawed by the swarms of insects in his pass. But now it was different, it was no longer a piercing wail, it was a beautiful song in his ears, a melodious melody.

Crane smiled weirdly, hehehehe..... Boom ..... He put on the abandoned clown mask again and sealed himself completely.

"I'm Crane, I'm Clown Crane!heyhehe~ζ‘€ζ‘€ζ‘€~"

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There is a saying that specifically describes a strong person like Clown or Ludwig, 'They are monsters, they are inhuman and powerful monsters!' They can destroy a city with every blow, and it is not a problem to destroy a low-level world with all their might, they are world-destroying powerhouses!'

Even if for some reason, Clown is no longer at his peak, it will be a no-brainer to deal with a group of Hunter Guards who are only in the realm of Spirits (Note 1).

But I saw countless green clown beetles, ignoring the blood and qi of their body protection, tearing their armor and easily burrowing into their bodies. In 'Green Rain', one hunter doesn't move, and then another hunter doesn't move. Starting with the weakest ordinary people, the entire convoy was paralyzed in an instant.

Phew!

On the red and black sledgehammer in his hand, the eagle-shaped spirit of blood and qi hissed, trying to wake up its master to continue fighting. But no matter how he fluttered his wings, he couldn't reverse the trend of his master's headlong planting.

Boom~

The bearded hunter captain fell headfirst in mid-air. At the moment of collision, he lost his body and fell to pieces like a broken watermelon.

Shrugging his shoulders and destroying them for this trivial matter leaves Crane the Clown with no sense of accomplishment. He took the little girl to the ground slowly, patted her little buttocks with his big hand and said, "What are you hesitating about? They are all yours, including the soul~"

Staring~ Diggie glanced at him, and his calves ran happily into the crowd like petrified wax figures. Scarlet tentacles protruded from his little belly and stabbed at the nearest poor man.

The sound of chewing flesh was endless. Clown Crane looked at her with relief and played the violin. Squeaky ~ The poignant and tactful sound of the piano circulates in the hellish scene, as if to see them off.

"Eat elegantly ~Little Mary~"

The left ear went in, the right ear went out, and Digri ignored him. The black cloak, which had long been stained red with blood, trembled with joy.

One after another, the team whose bodies were imprisoned became sacrifices for her degenerate flesh and blood. Regardless of age, men and women, there is no difference in status between them at this moment. In the eyes of the devil, they are nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

After a long time, after swallowing two-thirds of the team, Diggie's body began to change.

The little girl's delicate facial features twisted into a ball of discomfort due to the unbearable itching sensation. Her dull gray skin seemed to be re-energized, and her skin was much more delicate and gradually whiter.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Diggie feels like he's grown up. These are all changes in her appearance, and her flesh and skin, without the inner flesh and blood of the five internal organs, seem to be shrinking.

The black fluid impurities contained in it are excreted from the body by their peristalsis and extrusion. The color of the degraded flesh changed from black to crimson. Unlike the dead silence in their bodies, they now throb slightly.

At this point, the tentacles no longer only come out of the abdomen. Now, if Diggie wants to, tentacles can emerge from anywhere in her body.

Snort~

The little girl was covered in a body, and in an instant, countless blood-red and thorny tentacles stretched out from the skin. Poke her cloak through the cracks, covering up her child's body. From a distance, it looks like a big blood-red furball.

And the several tentacles on his body, under the control of Diggie's slowly familiar control, they all killed the remaining food around them. It was like spikes piercing their bodies, and waves of dark luster flowed on the surface of the slimy tentacles of the big furball.

Roarβ€”β€”! doesn't even let go of the pack beasts. When Diggie finished eating, only the goods on the saddle fell to the ground as evidence of the convoy's existence.

The soothing melody around him stopped just in time, and Clown Crane stretched comfortably, "Little Mary, you speed." It made my bones stiff. Congratulations on becoming a wizard. Hmmm, the weakest kind, hahaha~"

After congratulating, seeing that she had returned to the appearance of a fair-skinned little Lori, and looked at the cloak on her body, he reminded: "This lady, you are gone~"

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Glancing at the tattered cloak on her body, Diggie said what is it to walk naked? Running naked as a demon's daily life, is it normal, okay? She didn't think it was inappropriate, but after thinking about it, she casually picked up a good hunter's cloak. It is also not taboo that Crane directly stripped naked and put on a sleeve, and by the way, he also wore a large hood attached to the cloak.

"Tsk~ Little Mary, you are so easy to feed. ”

Crane teased, looking into the distance, "We should keep going, too." ”

He took the little girl with him for a purpose, but it was too early for Diggie to be in that place, "Get stronger on the way~Little Mary~" Crane thought expectantly.

Poke, poke... Di Ji didn't bother much, and the tentacles on her little palm kept stretching out and retracting, allowing her to find a long-lost feeling. Remembering your former self, you can do it, now.... One step closer to turning back into a demon.

Obviously, she mistakenly thought that becoming a wizard was a demon who had returned to the past, but wizards and demons were completely two systems.

So what, anyway, it's right to become stronger in Diggie's eyes. She was soon led by Clown Crane to continue flying at high altitudes, and gradually swept towards the front line of the Yanan plate.

Crane didn't want to be Yanan's lackey, and the direction of his flight was still that direction.

"I feel like something needs to be done to celebrate you, little Mary, officially becoming a wizard. Crane said with a tilted head, and the little girl next to him was holding the Denver Wizard's Inheritance Witch Book, looking at him with relish and not listening to him at all.

"Blood erosion, blood flow...... Is it witchcraft performed by the degenerate flesh?" Diggie corresponded to his situation, and found that there were several witchcrafts recorded in the book that could be learned at the moment, and for a while he looked at it very seriously, and recited the incantation.

Good boy~ Crane thought that his eyes were out of focus, and his thoughts were no longer here.