Dean soon learns that now is not the time for him to take a closer look, and even more so he can't see what is malicious to them. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Eric Hothka stood up and staggered forward, his actions completely unaware of the personal will of a human being. He was indeed dangled by some invisible thread as it seemed, turning into a marionette in the palm of something.

Dean had no idea what was controlling Eric Hothka, who was describing Wither, and he had no idea what was attacking him. But he didn't dare to stop at all, because every moment an invisible hand swung from the place where he was standing.

Perhaps because he was the one who triggered his attack reaction, the invisible thing that was entangled in the old adventurer's body had clearly not given up attacking him. After shattering a wall, it chased after Dean again and again, sending everything in its path flying.

It can smash the stacked wooden shelves apart and shatter the walls in an instant, and even if you can't see it, you can guess how violent it is. He didn't want to entangle with it too much, so he immediately picked up Frick, who was barely on his feet, and hurried out of the cabin.

The surrounding slums were eerily quiet, and it was impossible to say that they hadn't heard the action, and it was clear that they didn't want to have anything to do with the stitches. But strangely, not only the residents of the neighborhood, but also the street children who knew the adventurers well, were completely nowhere to be seen.

Dean had thought they were Eric Hoska's companions, and he thought the adventurer's loss of control was his own and the adventurer was in conflict. At worst, they will come to "help" the adventurer, and they themselves will have to be held back by fighting them.

The street boy, who had little combat training, was at best a fragment of a thug, and he was even confident that he could solve the problem in a single round. But he still has Flick with him who has lost his ability to fight due to his physical anomaly, so it may be a bit of a problem to escape from the invisible attacker next.

"Damn it...... What the hell is Eric Hoska messing with?"

He couldn't help but grumble loudly, and behind them, Eric Hothka, who was controlled by an invisible force, had already followed with scattered steps. His completely devoid eyes made him look more like a corpse than a person.

The "object" that was entangled in him and constantly attacking Dean was larger than the door frame, which was blocked for a moment as he walked towards the door. However, it soon came up with a solution to the problem - the forcible removal of the barrier by force.

Click-click-

There were several crunchs of the wooden structure being destroyed, as if someone was smashing the wall with an axe, and in a moment the fragile planks cracked like a spider's web. Then, with a dull cracking sound, the wall that barely held it back from it was torn apart.

"It's not 'something'...... That's a curse, that's a serpent......"

Frick said to Dean in a hoarse voice, "You probably can't see it...... The decay that Eric Hoska called a 'curse' was actually caused by the black mud that clinged to his body. I don't know if it's something in my blood that stimulates them, but now the black mud is all condensed and turned into what looks like a 'giant snake' and is messing around there. ”

He looked in the direction of the cabin, and in his field of vision, the strange black mud gushing from the rotten parts of Eric Hoska's body suddenly came alive for some reason. After the flames caused by the potion subsided, the black mud that was still lying dormant suddenly swelled.

The black mud twisted and changed like the amorphous monster he mentioned in his story, and it did bear a slight resemblance to the foul-smelling sludge at the bottom of the swamp. The largest part of the sludge lodged in the most injured parts of his body, and the surface was constantly rolling bubbles and dross.

Perhaps they were the marks left by the creatures he encountered in the ruins after they attacked him, showing signs of decay and withering in the flesh. However, since he never found a complete cure, the sludge that gradually eroded his flesh eventually developed until it swelled to this point.

If one of the more common things to compare the appearance of the pile of sludge was his most immediate thought of the snake, its head biting at the place where the adventurer had been wounded, its body tightly entangled around his body, and now flicking its tail and slapping at what stood in sight.

It was the tail that had previously struck Dean, and the flowing black sludge tangled together and turned into a tentacle several times larger than the host's body. It's a little bulky compared to a reptilian backbone, but it's powerful as a combat component.

After several consecutive swings after the tail was aimed at Dean, Frick also confirmed that the "tail" had outstanding agility and destructive power. It silently streaked through space as if it had no weight, and then smashed what it hit into pieces.

It may not be something that exists in reality, but it is only a "phenomenon" that is produced by magic, which destroys the material that exists in reality. In other words, the sludge is a sorcery that lives in the target's flesh as a "curse" until it is activated.

However, this was all information he had gleaned through the image that appeared in the "hallucination" of his right eye, but Frick was not sure if he was right. After all, hallucinations are only the product of existing information, so the same phenomenon may appear completely different in the eyes of different people.

Having a sorcerer who has studied the curse look at the black mud that resides in Eric Hoska's rotten limbs should give more accurate information, and possibly even find a way to repel it...... However, with the current situation, it would be good not to be killed by it.

"What are you talking about-that curse is a snake? What does that mean" If Frick doesn't understand the theory of spells, then Dean has little knowledge of spells, "but if you know what that thing is, can you think about how to fix it!"

Fortunately, even if you don't know what he's talking about, you can see that the enemy is not easy to deal with, so you have to be careful when you act. The blow that was knocked away at the beginning still makes him feel uneasy, after all, it is really difficult for him to have an advantage on his own ability.

So he didn't hesitate to turn around and run, not caring if he would expose his back to dangerous enemies...... After all, even if you face it, you can't see the trace of its movements. Fortunately, Frick has more or less regained his ability to move, so he doesn't need to be distracted to help him escape.

Don't bother to find out what it was, in the face of such an invisible enemy, it was better to flee first---it didn't take long for him to come to this conclusion. After all, this place is under the city walls, and it won't take long to escape in that direction to find the nearby garrison and ask for help.

There's nothing alive that a team of mechanics can't solve, and if there is, go to more teams. As long as the garrison discovers that there is a danger to the city in the slums within the city walls, whether its host is human or not, it will probably be shot into a honeycomb.

Although he was reluctant to say this, Frick inexplicably thought that if he couldn't act, Dean might choose to give up and run away alone. You should not expect gratuitous favors from others, after all, when you become a stumbling block to others, you are likely to be kicked away.

Maybe Dean wasn't one to abandon his companions, but so what? Frick really didn't know who he was, and he didn't want to have random expectations on his own.

Fortunately, the "snakes" that live in Eric Hoska's body don't seem to be able to control his body properly, so they move a little slowly. The body that he used to exercise hard every day is no longer as strong as it used to be, and even walking is extremely difficult.

It seemed that he hadn't walked in the sun for a long time, so he huddled in a corner of the slum to watch his body decay. After all, it's the kind of body that almost decays and collapses, and even if you move it a little, you have to be careful not to fall apart if you're not careful.

The steps were scattered, and each step seemed to be stepping on the potholed muddy ground, and I almost accidentally fell to the ground. If it weren't for the black mud controlling his body, with Eric Hothka's previous state, he probably wouldn't have been able to move forward at this speed.

Probably, because of the coercive force of the sludge, he was able to continue to move even though he had lost his sense of self, and he was tirelessly following them. There was no human breath in the surrounding shacks, and I wonder if they heard the movement of the battle, and they all chose to flee.

And the sludge that resides in his body clearly has no virtue of not involving unrelated people, and the restless tentacles do not hesitate to destroy any obstacle that stands in his way. The rudimentary wooden shack seemed to fall apart out of thin air, and could not be supported by even a single blow.

"Let's split up and assemble at the garrison of the walls - whoever is being chased next will be given priority to the soldiers' help when we get there. The speed of the other party's pursuit is not fast, but this indomitable momentum makes people feel a lot of pressure, "Remember, this time you must give priority to escaping, but don't be as desperate as Lemongrass did then." ”

With that, he fled to a fork in the street on the other side of the street, striking nearby buildings with his weapons at regular intervals, as if hoping to draw the attention of the enemy with noise.