Mortals offer their bodies to be molded for Him.
The more sacrifices, the stronger His power.
How could Eleazar stand by and watch that evil family of gods grow.
Jumping from the window, the two men desperately tried to stop the men from converging on the giant sarcoma bulging in the center.
Water dungeons, ice walls, airflow impacts, all kinds of abilities in turn.
If it wasn't for the fear of being liquidated by the church afterward, Witcher, who had already turned on his transcendental state, was planning to kill all the sacrifices here.
The order-keeper approach is really the slowest in terms of efficiency.
Seeing the men struggling to break their legs and arms to climb towards the mountain of flesh even though they were trapped, Eleazar simply took out his engineering box, injected it with psychic activation, tightened the clockwork and threw it out.
Forcibly suspend the other side's hatching.
Without the silver sword this time, the silver wire in this box was the last hope.
"Wow..."
The mountain of flesh that had engulfed that engineering box suddenly erupted in a round of silver light.
It was like a silver moon storm, with silver threads dancing wildly, stirring up blood foam in the sky.
Standing in the rain of blood, Eleazar drew his revolver and took aim at the centipede totem sprawled on one of the poles in the mountain of vile flesh.
Suddenly, uncountable arms cascaded down to wrap the totem pole.
He senses a crisis!
The instant before the shot was fired, the totem pole disappeared once more into the gathering flesh and blood, while at the same time spiritually dominated inhabitants pounced around them.
Caught off guard by one, the trajectory was off.
"Bang!"
Like a silver laser-like silver bullet, it left a bowl-sized hole in the mountain of flesh.
Crooked...
Eleazar turned to the distant witch and shouted, "Run!"
"Boom!"
Blood and flesh splattered in the back, a monstrous centipede consisting of a dense head, arms, thighs, torso, countless human limbs, hatched out of that mountain of flesh that looked like a flower petal blooming, and its locomotive-sized body leapt up in the air and landed heavily on the ground.
The witch was attracted by the commotion and subconsciously glanced at it, her body froze on the spot.
The dense mass of heads on the torso all turned their eyeballs to look over, uncountable evil sights colliding with her gaze and invading along the windows of her mind.
"Bang!"
The witch sluggishly put a firetunnel against her chin and blasted her own brains out with a shot.
Eleazar glanced back, and those evil eyeballs instantly turned all the way around again, locking eyes for a split second, heads tilting back heavily.
Not to be seen straight!
Running, while vomiting out the mutated Transcendental Activity from his body, Eleazar, whose body was once again weakened by three points, rejoined the reborn Witch.
"Ahem, stop looking back at Him..."
Eleazar covered his mouth and fled up the hill with the witch.
The familiars behind them that looked like land chariots came in close pursuit with a roiling motion.
The sound was getting closer and closer, and I could even feel the flying sand behind me splashing against my back.
His speed was actually faster than theirs!
It's also true that they have two legs, how can they outrun dozens of other people's legs.
Seeing that she was about to be caught up, the witch pulled out a black bowler hat and without thinking, threw it down the cliffs by the road.
"Boom!"
The road shook with a bang, cracking like a spider web as it caught up with the two, followed by a gust of wind skimming past.
Eleazar's afterglow saw the knuckle of the monstrous centipede, parasitized with densely packed heads, dragging its roiling, waving arms from its carapace and lunging out viciously toward the hat that had flown over the cliff.
"..."
He finally understood why that guy always liked to collect strange and weird things. Meanwhile, on the other side of the earth, it was already evening in Loran, in a luxurious manor in Ferrollei, at the dinner party, celebrities from all over the world gathered, and the magician wearing an elegant tuxedo was talking to two celebrities, and he saw that he was about to catch this pair of sisters in the hand, when he suddenly furrowed his eyebrows, and could not contain himself as he generally leaned down, and vomited an eyeball with blood out of his throat.
"Vomit!"
"Pfft~"
The ghastly white eyeballs fell into the glass of red wine and floated slowly for a moment, eerie and terrifying.
The magician, whose face suddenly turned pale, couldn't help but shake his body a little, and after regaining consciousness, he shook his head fiercely again.
"Ha, that's a new trick I learned."
"If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'm sorry."
Maintaining an awkward, but not unmannerly, smile, he held up his glass and gave the dumbfounded sisters a small gesture before striding toward the restroom.
Along the way, he vomited eyeballs as he walked, collecting a full cup in no time.
Coming to the restroom and unlocking the door, the magician quickly stood in front of the mirror and grew his mouth, looking left and right as he scrutinized it.
It wasn't an eyeball this time, two fingers were sticking out of his throat as if something was trying to get out.
"Damn, how did I get contaminated!?"
...
Relying on the delay of the black bowler hats that kept being thrown out, they finally made it to the top of the hill.
Eleazar: "..."
"Just how many of those hats have you collected?"
"Don't remember~"
"I'll pick up one when you knock one off then anyway."
Throwing out another hat, the Witch watched as he busted open the observatory doors.
"How long will it take you to recover?"
"Soon."
Feeling the transcendental activity writhing madly through his body, Eleazar took a deep breath.
They had just disappeared into the doorway of the building when the familiars who had eaten the hat came right behind them, crashing through the door with a bang.
With the demoness in tow, Eleazar raced up the winding staircase in a hurry.
The observatory wasn't very high, only about ten meters, and they quickly ran to the stairs.
Listening to the sound of what wasn't even a normal run below, Eleazar glanced down with his afterglow.
"Hiss ..."
That monstrous centipede of countless human bodies was taking a shortcut up the middle of the spiral staircase.
There was no way out of the Observatory unless they jumped down again and gave chase again.
Eleazar felt the transcendental activity in his body slowly calming the agitation.
"Almost done recovering..."
"Why don't you drag it out a little longer while I get some rain?"
Witch suggested with a bit of concern at her side.
Eleazar thought for a moment and shook his head slowly.
"It's too late, I heard screams coming from below when you threw the hat off the cliff earlier, I'm guessing someone witnessed and mutated into a monster, if they wandered out of the mountain and maybe were seen by someone else, the church should be sending someone soon."
"That ..."
"Don't look!"
The witch was about to continue saying something when Eleazar suddenly leapt towards the stairwell.
The edge of the parapet suddenly had uncountable arms climbing over it, followed by an unmistakably evil body that slowly poked up.
He summoned the invisible sword blade, infused it with spirituality for full activation, stepped on the guardrail, and rushed in towards the terrifying maw that suddenly opened up with countless arms waving inside.
"Ka-ching!"
The abyssal maw closed and swallowed the figure in one vicious gulp.
The fateful connection instantly weakened to the point where it could barely be sensed.
Evelea sits down disengaged, her head bowed and muttering a prayer.
"Fate..."