At some point, a small purple "blade tip" emerged from his chest, it was so sharp that not even a drop of blood came out of the wound, as if the "blade tip" was a part of his body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mage looked at it in disbelief, and slowly reached out his hand like a limb of the undead and touched it as if it were illusory. As if to tell him that this was the reality, the purple "tip of the blade" moved, and it stabbed out of the black-robed mage's thin chest, and black blood spread from the base of the sharp forelimbs, soaking through his black robe.

Heart-rending pain suddenly filled his body, and the mage let out a howl of pain after a moment. He was now like a worm pricked on a thorn by a shrike bird, and his thin hands held the "piercing thorn" in vain, but the fingers tightly wrapped in the skin, when they touched the "blade", were like butter touching a hot blade, and the "blade" cut off his fingers very easily, even if only at the slightest touch.

Kazkaz's purple compound eyes reflected the mage's helpless struggle, and the monster had no expression on its face (chitinous shell, after all), but it was clear that it was enjoying the mage's performance. It leaned its head close to the black-robed mage's ear, and the lovers in the world leaned in from behind to the lover's ear to tell the words of love. But obviously no one wants to have such a "monster couple", let alone listen to the "love language" told by the terrifying mouthpiece.

Its mouthparts rubbed, gnawing at the trembling mage's ears.

The black-robed mage struggled even harder, and his mouth of unknown meaning from fear finally shouted the spell activated by the Chamber of Secrets in despair.

The chamber seemed to come to life, the lights flickered, the gray wall in front of Kazkaz opened, and two stout steel golems rumbled towards the monster. Kazkaz threw the mage strung around his forelimbs, its sharp forelimbs easily slicing through the mage's body, from his chest to his thighs, and he was thrown into the corner like garbage like a missing hand.

Several thick blue-purple spikes protruded from Kazkaz's shoulders, and the monster leaned down, spikes fanning out from its shoulders, striking the menacing steel monster. The spikes exploded, and purple liquid splattered in all directions. The glowing magic patterns on the golem's surface suddenly lost its brilliance, and the gray-black steel took on a sickly white color after being touched by the purple liquid, like the complexion of a terminally ill patient.

The white color quickly spread, and the golem's originally hard body cracked, and their round feet crumbled first, like sandcastles. The entire golem fell to the ground and shattered into a "tomb pile" composed of white pieces and white sand.

The entire chamber went dark as the horrible liquid splashed almost all the magic items, the magic lamp dimmed and shattered, and the crystal ball became a pile of glass slag. Even the black-robed mage with his back to the monster turned into powder just because a drop of liquid no bigger than an ant splashed on him. The extradimensional space bag he tied to his waist was not spared, turning into white ashes, and everything in it popped out, and a large pile of miscellaneous things poured out and scattered in all directions.

The dying mage stared at a crystal bottle filled with black liquid and the stopper was a black jawless skull with cloudy eyes. That was his mission, his burden, and now that incomparably precious potion was rapidly and surely turning into waste. The crystal bottle shattered, and the potion that emitted a black mist flowed out, boiling rapidly and disappearing.

"Ahh The black-robed mage's pale lips quirmed, and he let out a cry of despair, more desperate than he was about to die, for the god of conspiracy would never like a believer who messed up an important mission. His ascension to the kingdom of God after his death will be punished by the terrible punishment of the god of conspiracy, Ciric.

The only light was gone, and the chamber was dark.

The insect turned, stepped over the gold coins and damaged magic items on the ground, and came to the mutilated body in the corner, its compound eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, and it looked terrifying.

The black robe, ah no, a naked mage, had an ominous premonition, and he let out a desperate lament as he was dying. Kazkaz raised his sharp forelimbs and plunged them into his chest, confused as the dying mage was confused, but there was no relief from death.

On the contrary, his consciousness was no longer numb, and vitality returned to his body, and because of this, the pain of the wound became clear again. It hurt him so much that he let out a hearty howl.

The mage's eyes also lit up with purple light, and his gaze pierced the black curtain, and the dark and cruel world returned to him. He saw the forelimbs piercing into his chest, his eyes widening with horror, and he could easily cut off the forelimbs of the dragon's body, showing him another function, several thick black and purple sick blood vessels protruding from the forelimbs, connecting his body, and the blood of the worms flowed into his body, causing his heart to beat powerfully.

What was it going to do?'s frightened eyes were mixed with confusion.

The bug lowered its head, taking small bites and gnawing at his body, and the mage's howl of pain echoed throughout the chamber.

He screamed, prayed, and begged for mercy, but the insects were unmoved, nibbling on their prey in small bites. The mage's blood has long since been shed, but Kazkaz's blood will not be shed. The mage had no scalp, two holes in his cheek that allowed salallow teeth to be seen, and all that was left of his chest was bones and a heart beating in the empty chest.

What is even more torturous is that he can't control his body and is forced to keep his eyes open and watch his body being gnawed away little by little.

"What the hell are you? Why can't I get rid of you?"

The mage squirmed at most, without any sound, for his lungs had been eaten. There were only two questions left in his mind besides the pain and fear. Kazkaz's body shuddered as it bit the mage's skull, swallowing the poor soul along with it.

The trembling intensified, and Kazkaz made a rapid sound as its forelimbs thrust into the ground, its body trembling violently, as if something was about to rush out of its body.

After it fixed itself, its purple compound eyes dimmed, and the last shbit of light in the chamber vanished, leaving only the cold darkness.

In the silent dark room, only the sound of shell breaking echoed in the solid, cold darkness.

The sound of the shell breaking grew louder and louder, mixed with the sound of an unknown liquid splashing from his body, and finally Kazkaz fell to the ground in a fragile form, a high-pitched cat meow echoing through the dark room.

Soggy Melly jumped out of Kazkaz's body, screaming in horror, calling Arcanis' name. Its call calls to a new life, just as the crowing of a rooster beckons to a new dawn.

The lights in the chamber came back on.

The sleek and snow-white half-elf girl crawled out of Kazkaz's fragile body, transparent liquid dripping from her silver hair. She hugged the little milk cat on the ground and curled up in the corner and cried.

Melly poked her head out in confusion, tears dripping onto her cat's head. After a long time, the tears stopped, and the half-elf girl's reddish green eyes stared at the insect corpse that had turned into a "puddle" in the dim light, and her smooth body trembled slightly, remembering the painful and fearful memory just now.....