"Arrogant, short-sighted, self-serving. Look at you, such a pathetic mortal, what are you holding onto?" said the ugly head of the serpentine monster in Lothar's ear in a tone of extreme sarcasm.

For the monster's taunt, the corner of the Count of Montenegro's mouth showed a sneer. Although the smile was distorted by pain, it was definitely not an expression that a loser would make.

"What am I holding onto? I think it's what you're waiting for. Why don't you chase after Cheese when you have far more power than me? Why do you still talk nonsense when you could kill me at any time? I don't believe you just want to experience the thrill of bullying the weak. You can't kill me, can you?"

Lothar's questioning made the banter on the monster's face disappear. For the first time, the monster looked at the mortal in front of him with a serious expression. It tilted its head, a look of surprise in its two long, narrow yellow eyes.

That's right, the monster posing as Baron Gray wasn't trying to play with Lothar, but it really couldn't kill him. Known as the Eater of Souls, this monster is one of the grotesque products of the union of demons and demons, and it can transform into the appearance of the other person after killing its prey and steal all the memories and abilities of its victims, which is where its name comes from. But such a terrifying talent must come at a price, and that price is that it cannot directly kill its prey.

The Eater of Souls can only kill people who have lost their desire to survive, which is a peculiar bellflower from the devil's bloodline. And this is the reason why Cheese is relieved to let Lothar go and fight the Soul Eater alone, because the mage knows that in the heart of this lord, there is a firm belief that ordinary people cannot imagine. With this belief, even if Lothar can't kill the Eater of Souls, he will never die at the hands of the other party.

Although their greatest weakness was revealed, the Eater of Souls didn't seem to be very worried about the change in this battle. After all, Lothar has almost lost the ability to resist now, and even if the count's will is tenacious, the monster still has the confidence that it can make Lothar lose the will to continue to fight against him.

"Mortal, you're smarter than I thought. But that will only make you suffer more. The Soul Eater whispered. At the same time, it tightened the huge body that surrounded Lothar. Like a python, the Count of Montenegro was tightly wound.

"I've devoured countless souls, and you're no exception. Eventually, you will beg me to end your miserable life. ”

"Haha, you're annoyed when you say you've broken your weaknesses, aren't you? You're just a snake without skin. Although Lothar's body was bound by the other party, he didn't seem afraid, since he knew that the Soul Eater couldn't kill him, then whatever this monster did was just some flesh and blood pain for the Count.

But Lothar soon realizes that she was wrong. The Eater of Souls had no skin, instead had yellow mucous membranes that wrapped around their flesh, which were apparently extremely corrosive, and when the monster tied Lothar up, the Count's golden armor began to hiss. Naturally, Lothar's armor couldn't really be made of gold, but no matter what kind of metal was used to create this heavy armor, it couldn't stop the monster's corrosion.

"yes, I don't have the skin of you little meat people. But I'm curious to know if you'll be as calm as you are now after you've lost that look. The Soul Eater's mouth let out a sinister laugh, and it enjoyed the terrified and powerless expression of its prey as it melted its skin.

"Even if it is...... Even if you melt my skin, I'm much more beautiful than you!" Lothar squeezed the words out of his teeth, and the Eater of Souls was not only melting his armor, but the squeeze from pure physical power made every bone in the Count's body groan of despair.

"Here we go again. You human beings always measure the world by your own aesthetics, as if everything in the world that is not in your eyes is ugly, and what is similar to your ideals is beautiful. The Eater of Souls said, intensifying his efforts to tighten Lothar.

"Oh, of course. Do I have to admit that a monster like you is pretty?" Lothar's gums oozed blood from the vigorous bite, but the Count himself insisted on saying this.

"Meaningless quibbles. As the body tightened again, the Eater of Souls' mucous membranes were on the verge of burning through the Count's armor. Or rather, in places where armor was weak, such as knees and elbows, the pain of being soaked in boiling water had begun to invade Lothar's nerves.

"Ahhh

"Hahahaha, yes, yes! That's it! Scream! Cry! Soon there will be nothing left in your head but pain! Come beg me, beg me to kill you!" Hearing the screams of the Count of Montenegro, the Soul Eater looked unusually excited. In fact, of all the creatures it devoured, Lothar was the strongest. And torturing such people, making their spirits completely succumb, brings far greater pleasure than devouring itself.

"Foolishness, heart, delusion, thought..."Lothar said word by word. The heavy armor on his body had melted away, and the Count felt as if he was bathing in hot oil. And at this time, Lothar's hand that was originally covering his left rib suddenly touched something, which was the dagger he had not had time to return to the net worm before. Although I don't know why this dagger has not been dissolved, the current count can't care so much.

"Poof!" the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was particularly evident in the room. Instead of stabbing the Soul Eater with a dagger, the Count just adjusted the angle of the dagger, and the snake-like monster's tightened muscles couldn't wait to stab the blade into his body.

"No! what is this!" the python-like body quickly unleashed, and the networm's dagger did far more damage to the Soul Eater than it seemed.

According to later mages, this is due to the fact that spider tamers' weapons are usually coated with their own spider's venom, and that the flesh of the Soul Eater is actually very fragile in addition to its great strength. It's just that the mucosal protection is strong, and once the mucous membrane that protects the body is pierced, this monster's tolerance to pain is actually very low.

"What is this? this is something that will kill you!" Although her body could barely stand, Lothar knew that this was her only chance to defeat the monster. The Count of Montenegro clutched the dagger in his hand and pulled it out of the Eater of Souls, and with it, a large amount of corrosive blood splattered from the wound. But at this time, Lothar didn't care about this pain for a long time.

The great pain brought with it an almost insane vindictiveness, and before the other party could recover from the sudden injury, the Count of Montenegro had already pounced on him with a dagger. Lothar couldn't imagine how she could have stabbed so many knives in such a situation where the bones of her whole body were nearly broken. He just mechanically repeated the action of stabbing in, pulling out, and stabbing again into the monster's flesh, and when the serpentine monster finally stopped screaming in pain and writhing madly, the huge body was already covered with scars one after another.

"Ha, ha......" Lothar finally stopped his rampage after he stabbed the dagger into the eye socket of the monster's head. His body, which was already scarred by the battle, was now even more tattered by the blood of the Soul Eater, but the Count himself didn't care about it. His left hand still held the handle of the dagger, and it seemed that if the monster was not completely dead, he would continue to stab.

The office that was originally neat and tidy has been shattered by this fierce battle. In the mess were two shapes, a snake-like monster lying on the ground without breathing, and a scarred and bloodied figure standing on the corpse of a dead monster.