644: Chapter 267: Justice Is Like This 644: Chapter 267: Justice Is Like This Creak!
The low door swung open, and a black shape writhed, slowly crawling out from within.
It stood erect with a weird posture, towering over three ters tall.
This monster was entirely black, covered in bulging proliferative tissues, with blood vessel-like patterns twining around its exterior, filled with yellow fluid flowing within.
Above the monster were three thick tentacles, as stout as a normal person’s thigh, arranged in an upside-down pyramid formation.
The two upper tentacles drooped to the sides, one with fish gills at the end, and a sinister insect-like mouthpart; the other tentacle was slightly higher, with dozens of small cilia at the tip, and two snail-like stalked eyes wriggling out, staring fixedly with clear black and white human eyeballs.
The tentacle in the middle, like the bell of a trumpet flower, opened to reveal four thinner tentacles.
The lower half of the monster’s body resembled the chitinous armor of insects, but also a black snail shell covered in yellow veins, likely designed to protect its soft body.
The squirming tentacles left trails of sticky mucus, supporting the snail shell as it moved quickly, surpassing the normal walking speed of a human, and with tentacles waving, it approached Wayne.
Jesus, this is just way too freaky!
No wonder Vicky’s face turned white with fright.
Anyone would get a shock at the sight of this thing.
Wayne’s eyes narrowed slightly and emitted a red glow as the fire elent transford into two beams of light that shot forth abruptly.
The four slimr tentacles opened wide, forming a shield akin to a thought barrier that blocked the heat vision and then crumbled imdiately after.
“Foreigner, I an no harm, don’t be hasty.” the monster, glaring with its unnerving eyes, spread its cilia while revealing a human mouth with a drooping tongue, dripping with viscous saliva as it spoke with an unclear articulation.
It’s speaking Windsor Language!
Wayne was utterly amazed; these days, even monsters have to be fluent in foreign languages—the rat race truly is everywhere.
“Foreigner, this is not a place you should be.
The great Torgoguryr is about to awaken.
While there’s still ti, go back!” the monster said, its speech difficult to understand, with its two eyeballs sizing up Wayne and Vicky, their pupils dilating to different extents, purely weird.
“Who is Torgoguryr, and what…
exactly are you?” Wayne asked.
“That is not for you to know; curb your curiosity.
The more you know, the deeper you will fall.” The monster, licking its long tongue, indicated a desire to feed on Wayne during its speech.
Wayne’s mouth curled into a smile, “Craving a al, huh?
Slide on over; I’ll satisfy you.”
Unable to find the power of the Sun Knight directly, but having encountered an NPC that talked a lot and showed a desire to attack was very satisfying for Wayne.
You saw it; it was the despicable local who struck first, and he had no choice but to retaliate.
“Roar roar roar————”
The monster hesitated for a mont, seeming to consider the chances of a successful hunt, but ultimately could not resist its desire to feed, lashing out with its tentacles.
Crackle!
Splash!
Bang!
The scene shifted, with the black snail shell spinning in place, like an overturned turtle or a wobbly weeble, flipped upside-down by Wayne, and all three tentacles retracted into the shell.
At the bottom, squirming cilia contracted desperately, but futilely as they struggled, heading back into the shell while the three stout tentacles were squeezed out, and as the tentacles retracted, the cilia erged in a cluster again.
Wayne, eagle-eyed, spotted the ⊗ among the cluster of cilia.
“Heeheeheehee————”
With a hearty laugh, Wayne waved to Vicky behind him, who instantly understood and drew the Knight’s Greatsword, holding it midair.
Then she stopped moving.
From another angle, Valkyrie was severely scolding Vicky, holding her arm tightly and chiding her, saying one should not overly imitate Wayne and learn anything from him.
Vicky regretfully desisted, returning the Knight’s Sword to her back and shooting Wayne an understanding look.
The Knight Teacher is just too rigid!x2
In that mont, both reached a consensus.
Wayne, resigned, spread his five fingers, and the four elents—earth, fire, water, wind—converged, forming four distinctly colored Elental Greatswords.
“Teacher, I understand what you an now, a grilling should be rciless, and one should not pity the weak out of knightly spirit.” Wayne, passing the buck to Valkyrie, selected an Earth Elental Greatsword and thrust it towards the ⊗.
“You talk tough, but let’s see if you’ll talk or not!”
Squish!
A muffled cry rang out, followed by continuous roars of anger, an echo from all sides as the doors of low houses opened and monsters, almost identical in form, ca out.
Locals were gathering in droves, salivating as they surrounded the area.
Wayne’s eyes brightened, and with a beaming smile, he moved towards them before they could complete their encirclent.
Crackle!
Splash!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The scene shifted again, with hundreds of snail shells flipped belly-up, bravely displaying their ⊗.
Wayne rubbed his hands together, straightened his face, and lifted his fingers, calling out, “Sword, co forth!”
This ti, all ford from the Fire Elental Greatsword.
“Wayne is so aweso!” Vicky applauded enthusiastically.
Without a doubt, she was the darkest of the trio, a true lover of chaos.
“Foreigner, stop tornting them.
They were once like you, humans who strayed into this place, but they gradually transford into their current form by worshipping the great Torgoguryr.”
The initial monster used its tentacles to flip back over, pulling out the Earth Elental Greatsword thrown aside, its eyeballs peering out, saying helplessly, “Besides, they’re already mad, their thoughts muddled and mories gone.
You won’t get anything by questioning them.”
“Understood, if I can’t tornt them, then I’ll tornt you!” Wayne, holding the Fire Elental Greatsword, stepped forward, ready to deliver a devastating blow.
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