As if it was time for the final showdown, Cesare plunged his claws into his cracked jaws, and pulled them up and down in the opposite direction, almost tearing his face in half.

The cracks at the corners of the mouth are getting bigger and bigger, and the mycelium is cracking and the flesh is flying at the same time.

His voice grew hoarse and hideous with the constant pain and tight skin, like an aging lion giving his last warning to an enemy invading his territory.

"From my head...... Get out! ”

Unable to tell whether it was a scream or a roar, the thick layer of mycelium on Cesare's face was torn open by his own bare hands, revealing the original appearance of the boy in the place where it was peeled off.

Although it was also a flesh-peeling wound under the claws, spilling black and red blood alternately.

The miserable cries grew louder and louder, inspiring the most primitive fears in the hearts of men.

A large number of hallucinations poured out at this moment, countless scenes changed before Cesare's eyes, the academy of St. Calliu, the ball, the forest paths, the foggy village, the childhood home, the castle of Hunyadi, everything was churning in front of his eyes, and the colors were so changeable and disgusting that he wanted to vomit.

The ghost screamed to Cesare's halt, and both dead circus members and classmates he hadn't seen in a long time contorted their faces to reappear around Cesare, begging for mercy on behalf of the will of the withered mycelium.

Let them stay on their bodies and stay forever.

But Cesare had enough of their torture, both memories and illusions were mycelium's plot to control his body, and Cesare had seen through their tricks by this time, and would never let the hateful mycelium get his wish again.

At this time, more mycelium on the body withered and withered, scattered on the ground and turned into thick water, and the corpse was sucked by the earth.

At the same time, many of the hallucinations wailed and screamed, as if they were suffering from pain worse than Cesare's, and the hallucinations were becoming more and more blurred, condensed into concrete shapes.

One by one, the false beings let out a scream of dying struggle, and the shadow of Captain Claudius also flickered in the air a few times.

The haunted man stopped laughing, but his expression was not as miserable as the other hallucinations, but he stared at Cesare indifferently and shook his head thoughtfully and inexplicably.

Claudius's form then became blurred, and like any other hallucination, it turned into a puddle of colorful dye, drifting through the air.

As another blur of flesh and blood mycelium was ripped off by Cesare, all the hallucinations sank to the surface at the same time, disappearing from Cesare's mind.

The mycelium on his body was torn apart by Cesare, as if he had taken off an evil black coat in one go, and the mycelium feared the death of the host.

They have always been helpless, and they began to feel fear and tremble under Cesare's extreme methods, reproducing and repairing Cesare's body as quickly as possible, shaping new skins to stop the continuous blood loss.

But Cesare was determined to fight the mycelium for the body until the last moment.

The mycelium was stubborn enough to resist Cesare's last resort, his face was already torn apart from what a creature should be, and his neck had turned into a horrible mass of blood.

Then, he reached for his chest, for his heart, his sharp claws peeling through the layers of mycelium that Cesare could feel the fear of the mycelium, and he could not imagine that they would be afraid......

No matter how powerful the mycelium is, once the parasitic person's heart is destroyed, they will not be able to move quickly along the blood vessels to all parts of the body, there is no way to repair the wound, and at the same time, there is no way to continue to reproduce and spread, and finally they will die......

It was not in vain that Mr. Ander had heard so much.

After all, mycelium, though the product of magical mutations, is nothing more than a conscious cluster of creatures.

Cesare was about to break his ribs and crush his heart.

Forced to desperation, the mycelium struggled desperately but finally compromised, following their survival instincts, they didn't want to fight the madman to the end.

The usual ferocious and evil rhizome mycelium never imagined that she would suffer in this way, and escaped from the surface of her body into the deeper depths of Cesare's body.

The claws also turned back into ordinary five fingers in the process of mycelium retreating, and it was impossible to destroy their own bodies with ordinary flesh after losing the power of the monster, how could a mortal body break bones with their bare hands.

Cesare also felt extremely weak at the same time, and then fell into the mud like a bloody corpse.

When Cesare finally stopped going crazy, the wounds that had been destroyed all over his body began to be repaired by the mycelium in the inner layer of his body.

The mycelium was afraid that Cesare would bleed to death like this, and even the internal organs that flowed out because of the cut belly were carefully pulled by the mycelium and brought back to the stomach.

After fixing the position of all parts step by step, the belly is carefully healed.

When the last wounds on Cesare's body were completely healed, and his skin was smooth and supple like a newborn, and there was not even a single abrasion left, all the mycelium obediently hid in his body and did not move, for fear that this guy would stand up and do it again.

The silver rings on his ten fingers glittered, and their unique magic brought Cesare's consciousness back to reality.

Dizziness, fatigue, if you insist on describing your current state, it is just that you are still alive.

The forest is very cold at night, or it may be caused by excessive blood loss.

His surroundings were in shambles, full of terrible paw prints and fangs, and the surviving trees stood in the eye, like a group of hunters who hated themselves and wanted to seek revenge in the moonlight.

The branches rubbed against each other and made a faint rustle, like the whisper of the forest, which sounded unwelcome at all...... I want to get Cesare out in the next second.

Everything is so cold and unforgiving.

It wasn't until a pair of warm hands slowly hugged Cesare that the bright red hair fell on Cesare's face, a little ticklish but so reassuring.

Anya couldn't tell if she was laughing or crying, laughing because Cesare had finally come back, crying because the girl had just really freaked out.

Cesare felt the warmth of his body, a rare, warmth from reality.

"I miss my sister...... I want to go back and see her......"

Without any consideration, without any thoughts, Cesare only lightly stated his truest wish at this time, he still wanted to return to his relatives, even if it was already a greedy wish in the eyes of God.

And Anya leaned her face over and pressed it intimately against Cesare's cheek, both of them had deep exhaustion in their eyes, but silently passed the language of their hearts, enjoying the company of each other still by their side.

An innocent smile bloomed on Anya's face, revealing the girl's simple happiness.

"Well, go back, I'll be with you."