Ifomie stood there for a while. Those high-pitched laughs made his head buzz.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed their throats - no need to be too picky, just grab anyone - it was just a matter of order...
The elder hobbit laughed strangely and disappeared from the sky, and a cloud of fluorescent yellow dust exploded in the air.
The strangely fluorescent dust hit his face accurately, and a layer of fog formed in front of his eyes.
He stopped and wanted to erase the layer of things blocking his vision.
Another puff of dust hit his eyes from another direction.
The eyes hurt from being stung. The vision suddenly turned gray.
The harpies were jumping around, and he could only see a dozen blurry colored lights and shadows.
Ifomie tried to distinguish it from the sound, found a group of shadows and rushed towards it.
The shadow jumped away quickly, and there was a burst of laughter. The harpies behind him began to shriek and flap their wings, confusing his hearing.
Sometimes he felt that he touched the smooth edge of a feather, but the flexible fairies quickly twisted their bodies and successfully escaped from his hands.
He couldn't catch a single bird.
Why is he still so weak? Or that wandering demon Asmodeus?
"I don't think there's a need to be stronger. It's just fine the way it is."
Ifomie remembered what he had said, and he wondered why he thought so before.
Squeak—squeak!
Chi Chi Chi!
The harpy dodges his attacks with ease. Stream after stream of fairy dust covered his face.
These dusts bring a sour and spicy feeling. Magma-like liquid began to accumulate in his eyes.
Want to catch them. For a moment he caught hold of a stubby tail feather. But almost at the same time, several sharp beaks pecked at his head. Then all the harpies fled away in a swarm.
There was nothing he could do about it.
Why is the upgrade not completed...
Why hasn't he gained the power of the Hand of Destruction yet?
He committed. Also did what was promised. He also gained the faith of believers. Solena... Solena erased his name, removed the old anchor... didn't she?
The harpies threw dust at him like a snowball fight, giggling happily.
Ifomie wanted to kill them. Let them eat the terrible news back to their stomachs and poke the mocking beaks into their brains.
His vision was filled with red stuff. An earth-yellow shadow jumped over——
He jumped towards that position. Again it came to nothing.
Solena, Solena...why?
Solena said…
She said she wanted a new anchor. Replace the starting position.
He remembered.
"This new anchor point. Carve your new title on something that completely belongs to you."
Ifomedi stopped. Staying in place.
He was thinking hard about it. You have to think about this. He would do whatever Solena said. It's always been like this. Just focus on doing what Solena says.
There is no need to think about other things... There is no need to think about other things... He needs something that is completely his own, and then engraved with a new name.
Then what?
He forced himself not to think so much.
Fairy dust kept hitting him on the face.
"Boring. No more fun."
After an unknown amount of time, he heard the elder harpy flap his wings slowly and stop.
After a while, the blows from the other harpies stopped.
"Hey, stupid cow. Are you standing still enough?" He heard the voice of the harpy elder and wanted to turn in that direction.
But he couldn't see anything.
Ifomni felt someone push a long, slender rod-shaped object into his hand. This thing is very hard, and you can feel the scars on the surface that have been burned by fire. One end is round and the other is very sharp.
"What is this?" he asked.
"Solena." Some of them couldn't hold it in anymore and giggled again.
Leprechauns need new pleasures every moment. That's what goblins are like.
He rubbed the bone in his hand back and forth, held it in his palm, and stared at it.
His eyes were about to burst in their sockets, but he couldn't see anything.
Solena, Solena. Say something to me.
He sat down slowly amid laughter.
"Who killed her?"
"have no idea."
"Where did it come from?"
"Sent by a devil without ears."
"Who is that?"
"Stupid cow, you ask too many questions."
I asked too many questions. Ten points from Asmodeus. Solena, come out and say this to me.
His only answer was high-pitched laughter.
He sat, one paw sliding over the bone like a harp.
Ifomed sat dumbly for a while.
After a while, he raised a finger, the sharp claw tip moved rustlingly, and engraved his new name on the bone:
The hand of destruction is destroyed.
He gripped it tightly.
He felt the blood in his body boil.
Something radiated from him. The cracking sound of the shoulder blade continued, and new flesh and blood burst out of the skin.
The bone in his hand grew thicker and longer out of thin air.
He held it with his two new arms.
Those laughter suddenly disappeared in mid-air.
The next second, he heard a panicked gasp and a panicked flapping of wings.
…
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…
Ifomni's horn hit the roof of the cave.
For some reason, the cave suddenly became very narrow.
Very slippery underfoot.
And very sticky.
He carefully kicked away a few pieces of the harpy's stumps that were torn into pieces, and moved slowly while holding on to the wall.
He couldn't see anything, his vision was blurry.
It finally calmed down.
He soon discovered that silence was not a good thing either.
Silence enveloped me from all sides, full of malice. He felt like there was a lump in his throat again.
Where should I go?
"Don't you have your own ideas?" Solena would definitely say this.
He tightened his grip on the scarlet spear.
"Demons without ears." He thought of the harpies.
The earless demon sent her bones.
He wants to go back to Hell to find this demon. kill him.
Every devil without ears will be killed by him. "Hand of Destruction" Ivomit should do this.
Upgrade completed. Without the weak wandering demon Asmund, he would be one of the strongest demons.
He walked out slowly with his heart in mind.
It was so heavy that he was afraid it would suddenly hit the ground like a stone.
He's going to kill them. Kill all the demons without ears. All the presence of mischief, all the presence to stop her mischief.
This damn silence was killing him.
Solena, Solena. He couldn't think anymore. Solena. Solena.
There was a slight knocking sound coming from the corner, breaking the silence.
Ifomie stopped where he was.
He almost forgot about it.
A strange warm breath floated from that corner.
The knocking sound turned into the sound of a thin barrier being breached.
Then came the chirping of harpy hatchlings.
"Wow--" It's not crying, it's laughter.
He approached the corner, carefully followed the direction of the sound, put his paw under the thing, and lifted it up.
"Wahahahaha! Wahahahaha!" A group of fleshy birds was lifted high by him and screamed happily.
"Who are you?" said the bird in the eggshell.
He felt three thousand years older.
"Your father." After a long time, he stretched out his other hand and poked the little bird's little head.
"Oh~Father~"
Ifomie looked in her direction - he couldn't see clearly, but he still said:
"Remember. Your name is Hikis. It was given to you by your mother."
A pale blue glow surrounded him. They took him away.
He felt the warm touch of the bird on his palm fade away.
The world of dreams is fading away.
