Chapter 450 – Flower of Evil (5)
417.
Seojun counted the remaining coins.
Unknown letters were engraved in blood on his chest as he took off his shirt.
“Goddess of cloth, who presides over death, your humble baby goat offers a prayer-.”
Colossus, the ‘one who never dies’, was shaking Seojun’s blood in a large pewter goblet, and inside it, something was rolling around and hitting the wall of the goblet.
The phlegm-filled voice of an old man who is slowly dying, bound by the shackles of time.
However, the air trembles at the low murmur of a person who does not belong to either life or death.
Watching the unknown magical power take control of the musty and dark interior of the saddle room.
Seojun was in the midst of contemplating whether to draw his sword.
Sweat poured from his chest, back, and top of his head, and the area under his eyes gradually turned black.
Some kind of power was taking away the vitality from Seojun.
[Hey, idiot!]
But someone’s voice echoed in Seojun’s head.
No, it wasn’t a voice, it was a feeling as if someone was writing lines in my head.
[Hey you idiot…! Don’t look around!]
Only then did Seojun realize who was speaking.
[Okay, here you go, idiot! No, no, you shouldn’t look at me like that!]
Seojun’s blood bubbling inside the pewter goblet.
And it was Balthazar’s head that was gradually boiling in that boiling blood.
[Keuuu-fuck, my brain is ripening… This is the feeling of water boiling in your ears, hehe… Hey – I don’t have much time left, so I’ll explain quickly.]
Even as the blood was boiling, the gaze of the spinning head was focused on Seojun moment by moment.
Colossus, the immortal, continued to recite incantations, and the candlesticks erected on all sides of him were emitting long blue flames and dripping white candle wax.
The bloodshot eyes on his head turn to the old man.
[···Colossus, I swear that I will get revenge on that stinking old man. Then let me help you. The answer is, yes. Let’s just blink our eyes twice quickly.]
Seojun, wondering if this was part of some kind of bullshit spell, held off on answering – his head revealed his white teeth.
Immediately, a stinging shout explodes in my head.
[You bastard! Are you going to stay still and die? You know better than me that you are not my brother!]
As Seojun looked at him quietly with his eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth lifted.
[Do you know that itchy feeling in your groin that doesn’t even exist? It’s so hot that my armpits are sweaty, and my back is itchy, so you know I want to scratch it… Even if I’m sleepy, I can’t sleep, and even if I’m hungry, there’s no stomach to digest it. All I could do was crackle my teeth and gulp my saliva, and there was nothing I could do except my head…]
“The body submerged in the land will announce its end and rise from the earth…”
The complaints in the head and the old man’s mutterings are chaotically mixed.
[At some point, I gave up thinking. So all that was left inside was hatred. Every day, I watched the shaman cut off the corpse’s limbs and put them back together, putting my head on display in a cramped glass jar. I also saw him extract something left from his body and put it into a small crystal. He called it the scar of the soul. When I inserted it into a corpse that was sewn up like rags, well- it moved like a human…]
“As death and rest throw up shadows, please give an answer to the foolish goat waiting for the Sabbath to come in the distant winter…”
The head that was telling its story one after another suddenly stopped talking and shouted.
[Anyway···! I secretly stole the piece of crystal he was handling and ate it. It wasn’t difficult. He came out of this dark room every couple of days to retrieve his body, and every time I knocked over the glass bottle and rolled it out. He stuck out his tongue, licked a piece of crystal, and swallowed it. Most of it escaped through the cut-throat, but I felt it being sucked in little by little.]
The head stopped rotating for a moment.
As the blood was still boiling, I could see the eyes on the head turning black – but they were quickly covered by the blood bubbles.
[And I was able to control this power. Colossus, that old man will have no idea. That I can interfere with his witchcraft. And I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like today…]
The head opened its mouth wide.
Then, something like a black shadow hidden in his mouth began to turn Seojun’s boiling blood into a cloudy color.
[Blink twice, I swear. I will bring death to Colossus, the most shameful ending for him. And the culprit behind this…! I promise to bring destruction to the flower of evil!]
Seojun felt his eyes gradually closing.
Colossus’s magic must have reached its end.
If you don’t answer here, his magic will reveal Seojun’s lies one by one.
Items that can be purchased with the remaining 417 coins, and the possibility of getting out of this crisis.
And with that opportunity, I thought about the possibility of completely escaping from Andalote’s clutches.
The odds of them meeting each other were low, and the moment they leave the test stand – Andalote will forever be out of Seojun’s hands.
So, it was a good idea to try your luck.
[Uuuuu! Damn it now, stop making decisions!]
The head in the pewter cup approaches Seojun, shuddering in pain.
Seojun swallowed dry saliva, took a deep breath, and quickly blinked his eyes twice.
At the same time, the shaman Colossus’ chanting also ended.
Colossus threw the cumbersome drinking glass to the side and placed both black palms on his chest.
The old man laughs even as his skin burns with a crunching sound. And very brightly.
The old man, who had been giggling for a while, took his hand away.
“Ugh, well, then the answer will be a positive number or a negative number…”
In the exact center of the palm-shaped, tanned chest, something that looked like lips appeared.
It was like the knot of an old tree that had been torn down, or like the tattered vagina of a prostitute.
When Seojun saw it, his eyesight became blurry and his mind felt dazed.
Her lower body felt stiff, her chest ached, and goosebumps appeared on her back.
Even though it was only a part of it, even though it only brought a shadow. Seojun was possessed by uncontrollable fear and sexual desire.
That’s right-.
It was an evil god, or an ancient being comparable to it.
Everyone looked at those lips with great tension.
Most of them immediately took out their weapons and exploded, and Andalote, who was watching the situation with his eyes wide open, was also staring intently at the unknown man’s lips.
Those lips moved.
He let out a small sigh and answered with a twisted smile.
“Positive number.”
The answer is positive. That raised his hand.
So, Seojun lived.
“`
It was several hours later that Seojun, who collapsed as soon as he answered, woke up.
There was a musty smell of mold, rotting water somewhere, and a strong preservative smell that made the tip of my nose irritate.
When she opened her eyes, there was a dead woman next to her with her stomach cut open and her blue tongue sticking out.
She was naked, but her body was quite nice to see.
As my eyes automatically turned to the local area, I could see a familiar white cloudy liquid hardening somewhere in my vagina and anus.
Tsk – the old man has good strength…
While Seojun was thinking that, the door creaked open and someone approached.
Needless to say – it was an old shaman named Colossus.
“Did you sleep well?”
“···Why am I still here?”
Seojun wanted to get out of here right away.
I didn’t want to be with a dirty necrophiliac even for a moment, and more than anything, I was very horrified that Seojun was naked, and that old man was looking down at Seojun’s body with curious eyes.
But he couldn’t move his body at all. His entire body was drained of strength – not to exaggerate, but it felt like all the blood was draining out.
Hehe… Don’t worry. No matter how much you are a fan of my high-quality body, you cannot touch the blood of the flower of evil.”
The old shaman pointed to the needle stuck in a vein in his arm.
I rolled my eyes along the line connected to the needle and saw that it was connected to a bowl filled with green bile-like liquid.
“We are administering medication to aid recovery. “It will only take a few hours for your body to regain strength.”
“···Well, should I say thank you?”
Seojun swallowed his saliva and asked.
To be honest, I was a little nervous.
I don’t know the level of combat power of the old shaman, but I can only feel the status of the being he just summoned.
Perhaps there was no one on this continent who could compare to magic.
That was the reason why Seojun was unusually polite.
But despite his worries, the old shaman chuckled and shook his head.
“There’s no need to make up a mask for me. I don’t know the true intentions you have for her. Uncontrollable sexual desire and possessiveness are the exclusive property of men – a knife that pierces my heart. “I’m quite curious as to what the ending will be like.”
The shaman’s hand covered Seojun’s eyes.
“The Flower of Evil is waiting. Take another nap and say hello when you wake up. “There is no need to tell her that she is blaming herself a lot.”
His lips moved to ask something, but his eyes quickly closed.
The pitch-black darkness darkened Seojun’s mind again.
When I woke up, I was in a shaking carriage.
