Zongman: Endless Shuttle Chapter 303

Blood, stench, viscera, humans on slates—or fragments of what used to be "humans."

A total of nineteen people, except Senna and her father and brother, were all torn to pieces by Kesma with the chains of mad hell.

There is absolutely no need for magic and secret techniques. With his body destructive power, precision operation, and speed all A's, these ordinary humans can't even resist. No matter how they escape, they will be chained like a python. Grab it and send it to Kesma's mouth.

Of course, although the advanced version of the chain "Plague Vine" is stronger, the "food" cannot be eaten if it is poisoned.

"Sure enough, the meat of young girls is thinner... Tsk, the meat of men is too hard to chew."

Kesma puffed his face, grabbed a girl's arm with one hand, and grabbed the thigh of the teaching assistant with the other, chewing and making horrific comments.

"Things like vampires like to suck virgins. It's not unreasonable for women's blood. Whether it's the influence of hormones or appearance, girls are better than men..."

Hearing this, Norman with an unbelievable expression finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He knelt down in the sewage of the sewer, supported his son with one hand, vomited like a river, and his stomach couldn't stop it as if he couldn't control it. On the contrary, Senna, who should have fainted from fright, was very calm, she simply closed her eyes and turned her ears off.

In just a few days, the cruel and weird things have given the girl enough capital to calm down.

—neither screaming nor fear can solve anything.

However, it should be fortunate that Sena's brother is still in a coma, otherwise, after experiencing the spiritual erosion of the evil god, the young man would see such a horrific scene again, his overloaded nerves would break down, and he might become an idiot in fright .

"Huh...resurrected."

Three times, five divisions and two divisions, Kesma devoured the bodies of seventeen people like a wind and clouds, but the appearance, especially the stomach, did not feel the slightest bloating.

Those flesh and souls have been transformed into the purest magic power while passing through the esophagus, used to fill the emptiness of Kesma.

It has probably recovered to about four-fifths, which is enough for use. Kesma rubbed the center of her brows, pressing down the two taboo books that were agitated by cannibalism.

Therefore, only by experiencing that feeling in person can we know the benefits of soul things.

No wonder whether it is gods or demons, they take as much as they can from human beings or the souls of intelligent creatures.

A soul that can be broken down into the most basic power can even be transformed into divine power. This point is full of temptation even to the Old Ones.

——No one would dislike their own strength.

He took out a handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket, which was given to him by Liliana before leaving. Like a gentleman after dinner, Kesma gently wiped the blood from his mouth, and then looked at his silent disciple.

"Tell me. What exactly happened? You didn't restrict your freedom, and you actually stayed in front of me so obediently. Although the monster outside looks scary, it's better than me, the "moody" pervert... At least they still listen to you. "

"...Did Master do this thing?" Sena muttered in a low voice, although it was in the form of a question, but the girl said it in affirmation.

"Do you believe me when I say I didn't do it?"

Kesma spread her hands. "You're not mentally retarded, so don't talk about the nonsense you're sure of. If you have something to say, play while you have nothing to do."

He just thought of a wonderful secret technique, which is an ideal enchantment technique for guarding and welcoming battles, so he has no time to waste on his apprentice.

"My mother..." Sena's eyes hurt, as if she didn't want to recall that cruel scene.

"She chattered endlessly, always preaching to me about trivial matters. Before my brother got married, she even neglected me and spoiled my brother so shamelessly... But even so, she is still my mother."

"so what?"

Kesma picked out her ears, thinking that as expected, an ordinary girl in this grade couldn't speak anything but nonsense.

"Has your mother been affected by the "corruption ritual"? That's a pity. "I'm afraid this is the only thing left that makes the girl hang on.

— But it doesn't matter to me.

"The choice of the ceremony is random. It is already a special treat for you from the god of fate to turn your whole family into monsters. What else do you want? Let me put down everything in my hands and go with you in such an emergency, Just to restore the middle-aged woman you mentioned to her original appearance?" Kesma looked down on her disciples, and the words in her mouth were cold and heartless.

"Stop pushing too hard, little girl—now, get out!"

"..." Sena was silent.

The expected answer is that my master is a person who doesn't eat people, a living monster. Even if he himself did something to ruin someone else's life, as long as the target was an ordinary person, he wouldn't care about it, right?

"Sy, Sena."

Norman tugged at his daughter nervously. With his eyesight, he could tell that the monster in front of him didn't treat Senna very well. For the sake of his daughter's safety, he thought it was better to leave as soon as possible.

"Let's talk about mom later." The middle-aged man was in pain when he said this. "Compared to what has become reality, your brother, Lei Wen's condition has not improved at all... He is still having a high fever and must go to the hospital."

After that, he wanted to grab his daughter's hand and leave the sewer.

But the brown-haired girl didn't move, just stood in the sewage and stared at Kesma.

Calm, composure, determination, and—resentment.

she said.

"Master... can this monstrosity be undone?"

"How about it?" Kesma tilted her head and looked at Senna jokingly. "Would you like me to tell you how to undo the "Ritual of Corruption"? Just because you are not even worthy of the title of apprentice now? "He seemed to have heard some very ridiculous joke.

"You, who can't even perceive magic power, how are you going to undo my great secret technique. What do you take mystery for, rookie?"

"Then please let me follow you."

The girl bowed her head deeply, and knelt down in the water, letting the sewage stain her clothes. Coupled with her snow-white complexion, she looks like a pure lotus blooming in the filth.

"Senna!?" Norman stared at his daughter dumbfounded, unable to understand the decision she made.

Sena ignored her father and continued.

"I am your apprentice, so from now on, let me follow you to learn mystic arts. Don't you really want me to become a mystic? Only by following your side can I learn real knowledge."

Then restore your own mother to her original state. Senna thought firmly.

Asking for help is worse than relying on yourself, as long as Kesma's words are not lying to her, then Senna will definitely learn Kesma's skills.

It's not a lie, but it must be done.

Because what I shoulder is not only myself, but also the life of my mother, so I can't do it.

She turned her head and looked at her father, covering her forehead with her right hand. After a faint halo, a twisted circular flash pattern was held by Senna in her palm.

Then handed it to Norman.

Norman just took it in a daze, watching the mysterious thing disappear into his palm.

——That is the emblem of the "King in Yellow" Hastur.

Regarding this, Kesma did not stop him, the divine emblem was just a small toy, another point that interested him.