Cesare watched in disbelief, but whatever madness the man Polonis was doing had nothing to do with him. "What about Anya? Where's Claudius, your leader!? ”

However, the stick had no chance to answer him, and the mycelium of the earth burrowed into his body, causing his belly to bulge, and the sack-like clothes on his body were torn to reveal his naked body, accompanied by heart-rending screams.

Cesare had expected him to be broken by mycelium like a ball, but it turned out to be completely different.

The only thing that Polonis lacked was a protruding ball of flesh, and the bulging parts gradually formed a tear and blood flowed out, and the mycelium stretched outward along the wound to form thick tentacles, and the screams faded away, replaced by maniacal laughter.

Countless mycelium converged into new limbs, and the human stick just now stood up slowly with an arm made of mycelium on the ground, but there was nothing under him that could be called legs, just more mycelium twisted into the tentacles of an octopus to lift his torso to the height that required Cesare to look up.

His face turned pale, and his pupils split into several black dots on his eyeballs.

"I am born again! I'm no longer a spit-and-go cripple! Polonis's voice became heavy and unpleasant, like the noise of hyphae rubbing against each other.

"Everyone, I want all those who have looked at me coldly to pay, I will kill them, cut off their limbs, eat their internal organs, I will ......!"

Before the declaration of his regain of his limbs was over, Cesare interrupted him directly, spitting out vicious words. "Anya, where!?"

"Anya? I don't know? You are really inferior to Captain Claudius, and you will even believe such a lie. Polonis giggled as he squirmed his tentacles as he pressed on Cesare.

"But don't worry, when you're dead, I'll kill her and Captain Claudius in a moment, and no one will really respect me even if you don't say it! No one! You are all capital offenses! ”

The "scarecrows" stood motionless, obviously with their backs to them but did not move, perhaps in the senses of those "scarecrows", Polognes had completely become their kind, although they could still speak human language, their brains had been completely eroded and assimilated by mycelium.

Cesare retreated and tried to escape, but the number of "scarecrows" around him unconsciously became more numerous, and there was nowhere to escape. At this moment, the sound of the earth loosening sounded behind him again, and the mycelium gathered from behind him into the form of a standing beast.

There was no time for Cesare to react, Polognes' mycelial tentacles had already grabbed his hands and feet, and no matter how Cesare struggled, he couldn't break free at all, his limbs were stretched apart by the enemy's mycelium, and the whole person was lifted alive.

In front of him was Polonnes' increasingly distorted grin, and when he turned his vision to look behind him...... The new mycelium monster was also very familiar, with a long beast-like face, fangs and claws, and a missing arm, and the mutilated fracture that Cesare had broken with his own magic.

This monster was the root of all the troubles, attacking Cesare and wounding Closia's mycelial monster in Karlliu.

It had escaped the army's pursuit and met Cesare here......

"Cesare......" growled from the monster's mouth. Core Money ...... My death is inseparable from you! It roared, and the only remaining claw instantly sliced through Cesare's clothing, which cracked open to reveal the skin underneath.

Cesare's breathing became more difficult at this moment, and an indescribable pain made his brain tremble, and Cesare's belly first oozing contaminated blood, then cracking, and organs that he should never have seen in his life slid out.

Cesare's eyes trembled, and he looked at his situation in disbelief with no room for resistance, and it was already the end of it, and there was absolutely no chance of a miracle happening.

Polonnes, tugging at his limbs, laughed even more maniacally, his mycelial tentacles began to slowly and forcefully tear at Cesare's body, tearing the rift in his stomach wider and wider.

Cesare couldn't even scream, the blood was gushing upwards and blocked his trachea, he couldn't make a sound and couldn't breathe, he only felt that the sweetness in his throat was like the last candy given to the deceased before death came.

The ominous sound of "......" implied a fracture of his spine, and Cesare felt that his body had become much lighter, and he had completely lost the sensation in his lower body.

He was torn in half, black blood flowed from every hole in his body, and finally two sections of his body were thrown into the mud like discarded garbage.

The sound of the monsters moving is still echoing in their ears, and everything in their eyes is slowly darkening, this is no longer something that willpower can hold onto, as if it is a matter of course, and he is gradually dying.

Cesare realized this and consciously wanted to close his eyes, there were too many things to do.

At the last moment before closing, Cesare saw his bone staff fall not far away, melting at an extremely slow rate due to the bandage.

Ironically, Cesare remembered Anya's story when he lost consciousness, that any wish in the Papal Kingdom would be heard by the gods, but if he prayed to the gods that it would not be over, it would be too greedy......

Distance.

In the fog of the field, a group of knights appeared, dressed in pitch-black cloaks, and the horses under their crotches were also dressed in black heavy armor, and each joint had a sophisticated mechanical structure, like a horse made of steel carrying the dark knights.

The man at the head was dark-skinned, his chin was covered with untreated stubble, and his face had a seeping scar on his face, and he stared thoughtfully into the mist in the fields, looking thoughtfully at the vague shadows of the "scarecrows".

A silver-haired girl rode to his side, with no expression on her delicate face, a slender figure, long hair and a shawl, and clean hair covering one side of the girl's eyes, while the other side showed a deep and quiet lake like a pool of clear but at the same time cold and unforgiving water.

"The crows have arrived, Mr. Janos." The girl's eyebrows exuded inviolable indifference, and her voice was cold, as crisp as the wind on an iceberg.

"Hmm." Janos raised his hand and touched the scar on his face. "Ilona... Remember what I taught you? ”

The silver-haired girl known as Ilona nodded. "The crows fall, unless the three hearts stop beating one after the other." Alessia drew the blade from her saddle bag. "Rest assured, I'm ready to die for the crows."