Someone screamed, but more people subconsciously attacked the obviously abnormal living corpse and naked man.
This is a given.
This is a "relaxing" party, which cannot change the fact that it is dominated by a group of cruel "alien". Innocent people have already been killed, comatose, or fell into madness before Agnes arrived.
The living corpse and the naked man didn't care at all about their attacks, even though the shriveled skin of the living corpse was torn to reveal the naked white bone underneath, even though the naked man was dripping with blood and his internal organs flowed out from the damaged area of his belly.
But soon, the movements of all the attackers gradually slowed down, and their faces showed strange distortions, as if they were unbelievably horrified, but also seemed to be just a kind of intoxicated tranquility.
Then, they fell completely silent and stood there quietly, looking with bright eyes at the only outlier, Goteles, who was standing not far from Agnes.
Goteles hunched over, his whole body trembling and huddled together, covering his face with his hands, and there was a sound between his fingers that was not known to be sobs or suppressed laughter.
He gradually straightened up in the sight of everyone looking at him, put down his hands, and looked at Agnes with a bright smile on his lips.
"Sure enough, you are as crazy as me." His tone was passionate and exciting, which seemed too sharp. "You are an expert in this kind of ritual."
Agnes did not respond to Goteles's words, but those who had calmed down all became restless.
Gotles' body continued to turn into a pool of illusory black viscous liquid, sweeping towards the surroundings in a manner that polluted everything, but did not let the attacks of those people touch him at all. The wanton and happy laughter and words could be heard intermittently. into Agnes's ears.
"Fear, bloodlust, desire to survive... No, no, no, anticipation? Strange, incomprehensible desire..."
“How do you effect change through desires used in rituals?”
His figure appeared next to the living corpse with only a pile of white bones left, and then disappeared suddenly.
Agnes did not respond to all his questions, but quietly looked into the eyes of Goteles who appeared in front of her.
Those eyes were full of malice and coldness, and there was a strange gray shadow in Agnes's eyes.
Agnes felt her heart beat faster for a moment, and then returned to normal, but her eyes were filled with confusion.
The sweeping illusory viscous liquid suddenly collapsed, and the huge figure burning with light blue flames knelt on the ground, as if it had been hit hard, and gasped with filthy depravity.
Agnes saw him raise his head, and the intoxication in Goteles's eyes disappeared little by little, but his eyes looking at Agnes were full of malicious curiosity.
This is by no means a resistance that middle and low-sequences can possess. Agnes frowned slightly. Of course, the flower of desire that has never appeared in her hands since the "party" is enough to illustrate Gotles' abnormality. .
A huge flaming sword that looked like a knife appeared in Gotles' hand. He swung it casually, and the person who was close to him was cut in half with almost no resistance. The smell of barbecue emitted from the fracture, and no trace of blood was spilled.
"Why don't you let them leave, sir," he said in a confused tone, his eyes no longer meeting Agnes, "you know that I can kill them at will."
"This is what they want to do." Agnes answered Goteles' question aloud for the first time.
"You don't care?" Gotles laughed wantonly, "That's great!"
Agnes subconsciously raised her hand, but Goteles had already completely clenched her fist, and the dark and evil color seemed to be covered with armor.
Those people were completely confused.
Some people subconsciously clasped the neck of the person next to them tightly, and did not let go even though the other person grabbed them until they were dripping with blood; others slammed their heads against the stone steps, and gurgling blood flowed out from the broken part of their foreheads; There were more people who either suddenly collapsed to the ground softly, twitched a few times and then lost their voice, or whose bodies exploded directly, with fragments of internal organs and broken flesh and blood flying up to the sky and falling again, and they were still standing. on people's shoulders.
Agnes did not pay too much attention to these people. She just controlled the newly born flowers in her hands to shrink rapidly. Those who were still alive gradually calmed down, and the overly intense emotions completely faded from their eyes.
The corpses that collapsed on the ground without making a sound stood up unsteadily and rushed towards the huge figure burning with light blue flames. Most of them were shattered in the dozens of light blue fireballs that shot out, and their flesh was covered with pieces. The flames were still flowing in the direction they were originally going.
But this wasn't the only thing Agnes did in an instant. Unseen branches wrapped around her whole body, and dark red and purple spots under her skin that had completely lost its color were all over her body.
Her figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and appeared next to Gotles in the next moment.
"Are you angry?" Gotles laughed wantonly, then gradually stopped, with obvious confusion on his expression, "No impact?"
Agnes seemed as if she had not heard Goteles's words. White frost spread from everywhere she passed, and countless shadows in the air let out an ethereal and cold scream.
There were quite a lot of ghosts here. Agnes was slightly surprised for a moment by the number of ghosts she had awakened, but she did not feel the slightest bit happy in her heart.
Gotles suddenly paused while screaming silently, and all the muscles in his body seemed to spasm for a moment. The claws covered with dark red and purple markings went straight through the light blue flames around him and clasped towards his neck.
Goteles woke up the moment his claws touched his skin, flapped his huge bat wings, and left the place instantly.
But the claws of both hands had already pierced into his skin, and scratched across his neck and shoulder blades as he moved, removing large areas of flesh and blood, revealing the white bones underneath.
At the damaged wound, the skin turned black and rolled up, as if maggots were about to be born and spread deeper, but stopped in the burning of light blue flames and stopped going deeper.
"Where does your superficial hatred come from?" Goteles seemed completely unaware of the wounds on his body. He just looked at Agnes with unusual excitement and asked in a sharp voice.
Agnes did not speak, and her figure disappeared from the place again.
The moment Agnes disappeared, Goteles' body turned into an illusory and viscous liquid, sweeping farther away.
Where he just stood, sharp claws sliced through the air, making a rustling sound.
Agnes looked at Goteles who had regrouped and revealed his figure not far away, and narrowed her eyes slightly.
