Chapter 395 – Chapter 395: Mice 2
They had no resemblance except for their pure white hair, but I could tell instinctively.
For some reason, Svetlana got younger. She was rejuvenating in real time as she used any forbidden special moves.
“Huh, this is like a mouse? Huh?
With each growl, as if chewing and spitting out word by word, the old woman’s wrinkled face straightens little by little. The old woman’s face turned into a slightly wrinkled middle-aged face, and then from a middle-aged face to a slightly younger face.
Based on her her face value her, Svetlana, who looks like she is in her thirties, steps on her ice sculptures and walks in front of her. She doesn’t seem to care that I’m there, perhaps because of the enemy she met after decades.
The agents surrounding her room her, the rejuvenated Svetlana, and her corrupted Constellation her proudly revealing her nakedness are all treated as people without time.
“This magical power… It’s been a while.”
“Should I tell you that I am honored to remember you?”
“If it’s an honor, it’s an honor. It’s corrupted and corrupted, and I can’t forget the stench. It’s so filthy that the stench can’t go away in just one or two cities.”
Two women glaring at each other from the middle of a round circle made of people and spitting curse words. And a man dressed awkwardly and sitting on a bed watching.
If it wasn’t for the people in suits, it would have looked like a love affair with a man in a morning drama.
Of course, the concentration of the words that come out of the mouths of the two people is so thick that it is impossible to call it a love affair. For Svetlana, the Fallen Constellation is a madman who burned down her hometown and slaughtered thousands and tens of thousands of people, from children to the elderly, for the sake of sex. .
“Why are you squeaking because you can’t escape this time?”
“… Hmm, shallow numbers.”
Still, it was Svetlana who smiled triumphantly, as if to prove that she had not been attacked by evil.
A corrupt constellation chewing its lips on whether this ice that froze the cabin has magical powers or the skills of the women who came in with it.
Out of curiosity, I also tried to abandon the avatar and return to the constellation space, but I couldn’t escape with the feeling of being squeezed by someone on the back of my neck. Is it similar to how he used the cursed dagger held by the tyrant’s bodyguard to burn it last time?
“So, what are you going to do after you’ve got me here? At least adrift on a boat for eternity?”
“Why? Are you nervous because the escape hole is blocked? The way you try to escape from the boat is like a rat.”
Step by step with harsh words, the distance between two people getting closer and closer.
My eyes were unknowingly taken away by the sight of them getting closer very slowly, like nemesis measuring each other’s distance in a movie-like place.
‘… Should I stab him?’
Svetlana is in a situation where she does n’t pay attention to me, either because of her anger her or because she has a purpose.
The Corrupted Constellation seems to have completely forgotten about my existence because Svetlana in front of her has completely taken her gaze her, perhaps because her main job her is to be a shaman. Or maybe I was careless because I thought it was no big deal because I was a man.
The agents who were creating a wall of crowds were ignoring not only me, but also Svetlana and the Corrupted Constellation, with their heads fixed like some kind of mannequin.
‘It seems like they’re giving angles to stab.’
A smooth, light copper-colored back exposed defenselessly.
Her breasts her, visible even from behind, felt great, but there was nothing to hesitate about.
It kicks the seat with its magic-enhanced legs. Leaping over like a beast hunting prey using the head of the bed as a stepping stone. There was no sense of pain, so even if I threw my whole body and rolled around, all I had to do was drive the knife in, so I hit it from behind with all my might.
“…Uh?”
“… As expected. He’s a rat.”
The woman’s naked body is scattered across her floor her, and the handle of a dagger can be seen pierced slightly from under her armpit her toward her heart her.
And not even a single drop of blood.
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After hypnosis application and brainwashing, is it body stealing?
Jinghae Jinghae, bitch year.
“So, how long are you planning to stay here?”
I thought it was an avatar made with points and sacrifices like me, but it was a corrupted constellation that forcibly controlled the kidnapped shaman. The reason why I was calm even when I was cornered was because I had nothing to lose even if I died right away.
Somehow, the high priest who claims to be superior to red-eye green eyes has auburn hair and brown eyes.
A fallen Constellation that has no intention of covering its nakedness. From the sticky liquid on her thighs to the breastbone her where wet drops of sweat roll, it’s quite strange.
Hmm… If we take out the Corrupted Constellation, shall we take that shaman to our laboratory?
“Do you think it’s your proud revenge to rush in with great force and imprison me in this savage body for the rest of my life?”
Anyway, you’re talking really bad.
A corrupt constellation that endlessly provokes Svetlana, as if the required education of the High Priestess could make people lose their composure with their jaws.
She also doesn’t seem to worry about torture or violence at all, even if she can turn off her senses like me or she can’t get out of the body.
“… In the northern continent.”
Svetlana suddenly sat down on the bed, ignoring the provocation of the Corrupted Constellation.
Ignoring her ice and glass fragments her, I sit on the bed and start muttering nonsense.
“There are more orphans than on any other continent. A much higher percentage of soldiers lost their lives in a massive invasion decades ago.”
“Are you trying to lean on her mother’s sympathy on the subject of a filthy apostate?”
Svetlana’s self-talk continues, ignoring the sharp-edged Corrupt Constellation’s reply.
For some reason, every time she pursed her lips, it felt like she was getting younger again.
“Of course, it’s not just the many orphans. There are so many parents who lost their children because the rear areas were caught up in terrorism. It’s probably just children and parents, I can’t dare count the number of people who lost their families.”
Svetlana, who is now in her 20s instead of 30 and has a face almost as young as a high school girl, grins.
The corrupted constellation, which had been teasing her for so long, was oppressed by the feeling of intimidation, and moved enough magic to make it shut up.
At the same time, a woman standing on her wall her takes off her sunglasses and tucks them into the pocket on her chest of her suit her, taking a step in front of her. Unlike Svetlana, who is getting younger, no, she is getting younger now, a woman who is rapidly getting old. Wrinkles form on her white skin her, and her eyes her, hidden by her sunglasses her, become red and bloodshot.
“My son, Ian. That little boy who went out on his own to run errands.”
Her back her, which was standing upright enough to be mistaken for a mannequin, is gradually bending over with aging.
Her voice her, which had been so clear and clear, became bitterly hoarse and grew smaller, unable to reach her parched lips her.
Not one, but two, not two, but three, all the women standing like that—
“My love, Olga, who left because she wanted to meet Hwa-sin in person…”
“Kolya, my proud daughter with a gun for the continent.”
“Dmitri was a kid with a beautiful smile.”
As if in a movie where time goes by fast, the young women begin to grow old one by one and tighten the encirclement.
The old, wrinkled old woman’s grip clung to the body of the Corrupted Constellation, like the hand of a demon opening the gates of hell.
“What are you going to do with something like this?”
A fallen constellation that doesn’t care about that chilling scene.
Even in the midst of the victims who shed bloody tears and resent them, they stand firm as if they would criticize them. Looking down at the women who eventually crumble without even scratching their own skin and oxidize with something like magical magic powder.
However, the wrinkled grips that couldn’t even get a scratch left something other than scars.
“… Svetlana, what is that?”
“Constellation, didn’t that bastard say? Would you like to drift with him for eternity?”
Bright red handprints left on the light copper-colored skin. Like a handprint made with blood, the palm-shaped stigma is stamped on the smooth naked body.
For some reason, if you look at the marks on the palms, it looks as if the victims who disappeared after being turned to powder seem to be clinging to each other and screaming, is it too emotional?
“Yes, I said so. So you’re risking your life to perform this level of sealing?”
“That’s right, the sealing technique. They say he’s a high priest, so he’s very quick-witted.”
“Do you think that tying me up for a few days with this will solve anything? Ahaha!”
“Only a few days?”
Svetlana, still sitting on her bed, grins and takes a cigarette from her arms her and bites it.
The suit was loose enough to cover her hands, and her height her was clearly reduced even when sitting down. A body that is no longer a high school student, but reduced to the upper grades of elementary school.
Svetlana, grinning as she puts her cigarette in her mouth with her small and cute body, lights it with her baby fern hand with her familiar hand movements.
“How bad is her memory?”
At the same time, women in suits flocked once again as if the cigarette lights were beacon fires.
I can’t understand the situation, so the women move their steps while ignoring me who is watching blankly.
“In the northern continent, there are so many orphans who want to catch and kill you?”
As her silence her lingers at the end of those words, she hears footsteps in her sensitive ears her. In the hallway… That is, the sound of footsteps outside the cabin, upstairs, and downstairs.
Hundreds of people were walking towards the cabin.
