The panic in Constant's body became more and more intense.
Because almost all the ‘warts’ all over his body were rioting, rising and falling, as if they had a life of their own.
Constan even felt that his magic power was disappearing rapidly, and the moving warts were slowly getting bigger.
It is getting bigger visible to the naked eye.
“What’s going on, what’s going on.”
Constant kept retreating. The more he looked at the strips of flesh on his body, the more frightened he felt. He already understood that if these warts were allowed to grow, something big might happen to him.
So he gritted his teeth and grabbed the largest 'wart' on his lower abdomen. He felt a slippery feeling when he touched it, which was very disgusting.
After taking a deep breath, Constant pulled hard.
The wart strips were torn off, and what came out was not blood, but a milky-white, lubricating oil-like liquid.
At the same time, Constant’s face was contorting, it was too painful.
He almost fainted from the pain.
Logically speaking, if the flesh and blood in the abdomen is cut or a piece of it disappears, it will indeed hurt, but it will not hurt to this extent.
And the liquid flowing out is also very wrong.
He threw the twisted wart strip in his hand to the ground, but it was still moving desperately.
At the same time, the wart strips on his body twisted more violently.
"Your magic is fading fast," Hardy said with a smile.
Constan also felt it, and he shouted in horror: "How is it possible, my magic power, how could it..."
He could not control his magic power at all.
"Is this really your magic power?" Hardy laughed.
The current human race is really weak, and can barely compete with the lizard people.
There is no comparison with ten thousand years later.
Not to mention magic theory, even writing has just appeared less than two hundred years ago.
Under such an environment, the possibility of ordinary humans becoming magicians is extremely slim. Even those with magical talents cannot have huge magical power without magical inheritance.
But Constant has it. Compared with Hardy, his magical power is indeed very ordinary, but from the perspective of humans in this era, it is very scary.
Therefore... the source of his magic power is very abnormal.
Any abnormal source will be taken away by an abnormal means.
Constan’s face changed drastically. He looked at the squirming warts, which might be more appropriately called tentacles, with horror in his eyes.
“Save me!”
He shouted to Hadi: “I can give you this city, you can...”
“You are dead, This city also belongs to our Basov City.”
Hardy smiled and took two steps back.
Constan took two steps forward and wanted to reach out to Hardy again, but at this time his eyes suddenly became numb and even slowly closed.
Soon, Constant's body began to feel tired, and his flesh and blood were disappearing, but those warts were growing faster.
Hardy was not in a hurry and watched quietly.
It didn’t take long for Constant’s body to become skinny, with only skin and bones left. However, the warts became many and large, and they also grew a lot.
Four of them are even nearly two meters long, and they are thicker than other warts.
It looks very impressive.
Then, Constant slowly opened his eyes. At this time, his eyes were glowing with green light.
"You actually waited quietly for my consciousness to appear?"
Constan... or rather the consciousness of those warts, was speaking.
His voice was very hoarse and unpleasant.
"Yes, I want to see who is behind Constan." Hardy smiled and said. "Do you know I exist?"
Hardy continued to smile and said nothing.
His mental telepathy was taught by the E.P.R trio. Although the spiritual consciousness hidden behind Constan tried his best to hide it, it was still easy to recognize.
"You shouldn't have let me out." Constant looked at Hardy: "Originally you could live, but now you can only die."
Hardy showed a provocative expression and quickly turned back , came to the atrium and stood here.
Constan chased him out.
There were many guards in the atrium at this time. The previous fight had actually alerted them, but they did not dare to rush into the main hall without Constan's order.
Now they saw that their young master had turned into a 'skeleton' man with tentacles all over his body, and they were so frightened that they abandoned their weapons and ran away.
It can be seen how loyal these guards are to the Tatude family.
“You don’t want them to attack me, do you?” Constant walked out slowly. Because he lost weight so fast, the thin skin on his body seemed a bit big. 'Yes.
The extra bits of death on the chin are dangling, which looks very disgusting.
Hardy asked with a smile: "So, what's your name? What type of creatures are you? Parasites?"
"It's okay if you think so." Constant touched it He touched his body and said: "You are very smart and very talented. You are much better than most races and most strong people I have seen. Are you interested in becoming one with me?"
"You're so ugly." Hardy said calmly.
“But your spirit can become my parallel thought and live forever. Isn’t this a disguised form of immortality?” Constant pointed to his head: “Don’t you like immortality?”
“Eternal life being someone else’s slave, no autonomy "Eternal life, no matter what." Hardy sighed and said as if he was resigned to his fate: "But before I die, can you satisfy my curiosity?" "You said?" Stan felt that he had a chance to win, so he thought about showing mercy.
“I have seen other people with this kind of meat strips on their faces. They are obviously not as serious as Constant. Why are they not mentally parasitic?”
"The reason is very simple." Constant said slowly: "A strong body and spirit are like a strong eggshell. It is very hard and tough. It requires stronger strength to break out of the shell."
This The words were simple and easy to understand, and Hardy understood it instantly.
"In other words, you are actually very weak, right?"
If you can break out of your shell in this state, you probably won't be much stronger.
"But killing you is more than enough." The other party was a little angry.
"Really?"
Hardy raised his right hand high, and a black tornado appeared.
Constant was thrown hard against the thick stone wall of the castle.
Although it hurt, he was only slightly injured.
What made him feel terrible was that he felt huge magic and spiritual power.
"What the hell!"
Constan cast a barrier on himself and regained his balance in the fierce wind.
It’s just that there is no longer an expression of victory on his face now.
The black wind dispersed.
A giant black knight more than nine meters tall and twelve meters long appeared in the atrium.
A man and a horse, two pairs of bright red eyes, stared at Constan.
"What a coincidence, I can also transform!"
A metallic voice resounded throughout the castle.
Constan’s eyes showed an expression of fear.
“Can we make peace?”
he asked quietly. (End of this chapter)