Feed the Tentacles 112

Chapter 112 – 112. The Climax Transition

“What… It happened.”

There are many ways to face death. I’ve seen people close to death, old people make a place to die themselves before.
Danal, an old knight who saved Eshir in the past and died in his stead, faced death in a way that was willing to sacrifice himself for the weak with a chivalrous spirit even in the situation where he lost one of his arms.
And now, the middle-aged sorceress Ham Bordeaux would use a part of my body as a place to die in order to prevent the lives of others from being sacrificed.
I have no way of rejecting this.
Normally, I would have proudly refused, saying, ‘Why do I have to blow up my body when you’re dying?’, But I can’t do that now.
Maybe in the process of eating humans and melting with them, I was influenced too much by humans.
Can’t help it,
Can not help it.

“As long as you want to take over Zion, a clash with Red will happen someday. You should at least experience what his magic feels like.”

“He’s such a bad old man.”

“Giggle, let me excuse you one last time. It was a short time, but it was fun, tentacle man.”

Even with his words so, Ham staggered and walked towards me. It was felt that both his body and mind had reached their limits.
I am here. It is everywhere.
From the slums on the outskirts of Zion, inside the pits dug deep in the ground, to the deepest places in the city.
Before going to his death, Hamm stopped for a moment at the very edge of the pit.

“Young master.”

“Uh.”

Brahms said, deliberately avoiding his eyes.
What would avoiding his eyes mean to Ham, who had already lost his sight, but still he could hardly face the faithful servant who raised him in place of his father all his life.
Death is familiar To him and to his servants, that’s how they’ve been living since the time they got a rough idea of ​​what the world was like.
However, there are some things you shouldn’t take for granted no matter how much you get used to it.
They always thought that way even when they let their close colleagues go on their own, even when the woman they had yesterday went to another man today. One day your turn will come too.
So, being so calm and trying to have a normal conversation was all they could do in this situation.
Hamm laughed. Even if he couldn’t see his eyes, he could clearly see what kind of face his little boy was wearing.

“Don’t starve yourself, and sleep with a sleeping bag and blanket covering your belly when you sleep.”

“Yes.”

“I talk about it every day, but be careful not to catch a cold.”

“Huh…”

“And now, to be honest, I didn’t really like the lady named Roxanne that the Bocchan brought. I won’t say anything more here. Yes?”

“Well.”

“And that.”

“Ha…”

“And…”

And.
Normally, there were so many things I wanted to say, but when I was about to say them, I couldn’t even think of them. The wounds on his eyes and arms didn’t even hurt anymore. All of the nerves that could feel it were converted to resisting Red’s exploding magical power.
Hamm sighed.

“And I…”

Oh, there was one. A word that makes you smile just thinking about it.

“I have committed a very big sin against my master and father, haha!!”

Yeah, that’s enough. Hamm said so and threw himself into the dozens of tentacles that were preparing to receive him from beneath him.

“What, what? Inspiration, what are you talking about!”

I heard Brahms shouting from behind, but he didn’t answer. I didn’t even have the strength to do that.

“Be well, Bocchan.”

It will take a while to understand the meaning of these words. Ham thought.
He knew that that alone would hurt him beyond repair, but, well, it didn’t matter. At the age of 50, at the point of ending his life as a low-ranking wizard, who wouldn’t understand if he was leaving a trace of something.

‘Steel Puck-‘

The touch of the tentacles was unexpectedly soft. It was like a carpet hung outside all day during the rainy season.

“The preparation time is quite long.”

I said, pulling Ham’s body down as deep as possible into the basement.
The milk-expressing females had already been sent far away.

“Everyone talks a lot when they get older.”

“I don’t even have the strength to do that anymore.”

“I’m worried that making an old man like me eat will cause his appetite to deteriorate, haha.”

And static.
Said Hamm, breathing heavily. I could feel a grotesque, ominous mass of magical energy humming through his body.
I was already prepared to accept this. Because I have females I need to protect.
That’s why I’m going to try this as a test in the underground underground as far as possible from the ground.
No, I focused on scale rather than density, but how amazing would it be to have just one explosion when you swelled up like this? It could be that the mana of Red is actually nothing special, right?
Ham said as if he had read my thoughts.
The deep, rough voice of an old man who was really about to die.
This atmosphere was the same as what Nogisa Danal did to Asher right before he met his death in the Great Common.

“Feel for yourself how much power you have to eat in the future.”

Like that, a low-level wizard closed his eyes.
The magical storm inside his head tore through his soulless body so easily that it burst out and engulfed everything around him.

‘Quaaaaa-!!!!’

Flames and heat rays made of high-concentration mana raged.
It rose from within me and raged like it was going to devour me.
It was the first blow of a ‘real warrior’.
It was literally a tactical core made up of Red’s magic,
And above all,
It hurt.

[Sir, Baaal!!!!!!!!!!]

Sick.
Why?
I must be a regenerating body!
Yes, a regenerating body doesn’t mean it has no senses, so you can feel some pain.
But this was the momentum that would literally tear my soul itself apart.

“[Poetry, body transformation]!”

I felt my body expand from the explosion of magic. He hurriedly transformed his body tissue into a hard material, but even that melted in an instant like snowflakes in the middle of winter.
The sensation of twisting nerves and tearing flesh from his bloated body spread unfiltered throughout his body. There was nothing left where the exploding magic swept away.
Come to think of it, when I first got the ability to regenerate, it was said that parts that had disappeared to the point where no tissue remained could not be regenerated.
Do not do that.
Focus one’s mind elsewhere
A place where pleasant things gather.

“Ah, the smell of heat… Won’t stop… !”

“Wupp, cheebobop, in my head… Chokshu comes in to a pleasant place… !!”

Yes, the space where these round flesh-colored lumps of flesh flutter.
Let’s concentrate on the place where only the negative energy, moisture, and lust live and breathe.
Then you can escape even a little from this pain of tearing your body.
I squeezed the wobbly breasts of Mayor Pros, who took a moment to enter, and strangled the necks and waists of other women who had been kidnapped and became one with me for life.
The more you squeeze, the deeper concentrations of pleasure substances are secreted.
But my pain squeezed through the gaps of that pleasure.

‘Deed deed deed deed-!”

“Eh ho oh ok?!”

“Go, sudden vibration, oh oh, tremble, come on, uterine tremble!!!!!”

The afterglow of my struggles and explosions flowed into them through tentacles.
Their bodies weren’t destroyed like I was, but the aftermath of that stimulation was as if they were pierced deep into the pleasure centers of their heads.
Yes, this is it
Just as I share some of their pleasure, let me pass on some of my pain to these women.
I got a little bit of my nerves in the heads of the 60 or so women I’ve captured.
And here, by applying the [Parasitic] Ability absorbed from Black, the sensory and neural bonds between female breastfeeding mothers are further strengthened.

“Kyaaaaa!”

Push shot, and with an unprecedented intensity, pussy juice spurted out like a fountain here and there.
As if a grandiose fireworks display was set off at the climax of a festival, the climax juice and breast milk spurted out mixed together in the air and opened a beautiful white turbid curtain.
Pleasure and pain. I went back and forth between them to open a gap, and filled it with another stimulus.
And
It was quiet again

“Damn it, is this the last present you give me!!”

The explosion was brief and intense. The tentacle nests I had expanded so far, a considerable part of my body, were annihilated in a single explosion of Red’s magic power.
The area located underground on the outskirts of Zion has almost disappeared. In terms of percentage, it is about 20% of the total.
So, this is what I have to face.
She was on a different level from Eri, the hero whose body transformation ability was stolen by me in Zionside.
The power of a ‘real’ warrior that I felt for the first time.
It must have been Ham’s intention to show it, at least by tasting it.
It was insanely painful to lose my body, but I still felt it.
The fact that this is also the taste of this city.

“It’s delicious.”

It was noisy outside.
Perhaps the explosion and my struggle with pain made the outsiders mistake it for an earthquake.
No wonder the body that spanned most of the city wriggled just like that underground.

The explosion that resonated deep in the ground subsided and a brief moment passed. Numerous wagons and magic attribute engines stood on the Zion Avenue, and all sorts of cries and curses flooded the road.
The poor, who prostituted themselves, begged, or robbed there, hurriedly returned to pack their belongings and children.
I have never experienced an earthquake while living in this city. It was the first ‘real’ earthquake other than the one Pink used to split the ground with magic when punishing sinners.

“Is it an earthquake?”

“Why are there earthquakes here? You’ve never done that before, have you?!”

“Hey, there’s a person over there!”

“Saintess, it’s dangerous there! Hurry and escape this way!!!”

Things and family were important, but it was also important to rescue their benefactor, their saintess who suddenly came one day to treat the disease and distribute food and water.

However, what they saw there was a beautiful nun who remained unconcerned even amid the shaking and shaking of the earth.