Cesare looked at what was happening in front of him in disbelief, but no matter what madness Polonius was going through, it had nothing to do with him. "Where is Anya? Where is your leader Claudius!?"
However, Renguang had no chance to answer him. The hyphae contained in the earth penetrated into his body, making his belly bulge. The sack-like clothes on his body were torn to reveal his naked body. As his heart broke, A lung-breaking scream.
Cesare thought he would be burst by hyphae like a rubber ball, but the result was completely different from what he expected.
There was only a protruding flesh ball on Polonius's missing limbs, and the protruding parts gradually created cracks and oozed blood. The hyphae stretched outwards along the wounds and gathered into thick tentacles. The screams gradually disappeared and were replaced. The maniacal laughter came again.
Countless mycelium gathered into new limbs. The human stick just now stood up slowly with his arms made of mycelium supported on the ground, but there was nothing that could be called legs under his body, just more bacteria. The silk-like tentacles of an octopus lifted his torso to a height that required Cesare to look up.
His face turned pale, and his pupils split into several black dots on his eyeballs.
"I'm reborn! I'm no longer a reviled waste with a disability!" Polonius's voice became heavy and unpleasant, like the noise made by mycelium rubbing against each other.
"Everyone, I want everyone who has looked at me coldly to pay the price. I want to kill them, cut off their limbs, and eat their internal organs. I want...!"
Before he could finish his declaration of regaining his limbs, Cesare interrupted him directly and spat out the words viciously. "Anya, where are you!?"
"Anya? How do I know? You are really not as good as Captain Claudius, and you would even believe such a lie." Polonius giggled with joy, and he squirmed the tentacles under his body and pressed closer to Cesare step by step.
"But don't worry, I will kill her and Captain Claudius as soon as you die. Even if you don't say anything, no one has ever truly respected me! No one! You are all guilty of death!"
The "scarecrows" stood motionless, and Polonius had his back turned to them but did not move. Perhaps in the senses of those "scarecrows" Polonius had completely turned into their own kind, although he could still talk about human beings. Language but the brain has been completely assimilated by hyphae.
Cesare retreated and tried to escape, but the number of "scarecrows" around him unknowingly increased and there was nowhere to escape. But at this time, the sound of soil loosening sounded again behind him, and mycelium gathered from his back to look like a standing beast.
There was no time for Cesare to react. Polonius' hyphae tentacles had already grabbed his hands and feet. No matter how much Cesare struggled, he couldn't break free. His limbs were stretched open by the enemy's hyphae, and his whole body was beaten alive. Lift.
In front of him was Polonius's increasingly twisted grin, and when he turned around to look behind him... the newly-appeared mycelium monster was also very familiar, with a long face like a beast, sharp teeth and sharp claws, and an arm missing. The break was broken by Cesare himself with magic.
This monster is the source of all troubles. It attacked Cesare and the others in Carlius, and also injured Crocia's mycelial monster.
Unexpectedly, it escaped the pursuit of the army and met Cesare here again...
"Cesare..." A low growl came from the monster's mouth. "The core money...my death has nothing to do with you!" It roared, and its only remaining sharp claw instantly scratched the clothes in front of Cesare, and a hole opened in the clothes to reveal the clothes underneath. skin.
Cesare's breathing became even more difficult at this moment. An indescribable pain made his brain tremble. Cesare's belly first oozed contaminated blood, and then cracked open bit by bit. It should never have happened in this life. The meeting organs slid out little by little.
Cesare's eyes trembled, looking at his situation in disbelief with no room for resistance. It was already here, and there was absolutely no possibility of a miracle happening.
Polonius, who was pulling his limbs, laughed even more crazily, and his mycelium tentacles began to slowly tear Cesare's body apart, making the crack in his stomach wider and wider.
Cesare couldn't even scream. The blood surged upwards and blocked his trachea. He couldn't make a sound or breathe. He only felt sweet in his throat, like the last candy given to the deceased before death came.
"Crack..." The ominous sound sounded, which meant that the spine was broken. Cesare felt that his body had become much lighter, and he completely lost consciousness in his lower body.
He was torn in half alive, and every hole in his body was bleeding out with dark blood. Finally, like abandoned garbage, the two body parts were thrown into the mud.
The sound of the monsters moving was still echoing in my ears, and everything in my eyes was slowly turning black. This was no longer something that my willpower could hold on to, as it was natural that I was slowly dying.
Cesare realized this and consciously wanted to close his eyes. There were too many things that he could no longer do.
At the last moment before closing his eyes, Cesare saw his bone staff falling not far away, melting at an extremely slow speed due to the bandage.
It's ridiculous. When Cesare lost consciousness, he thought of the story told by Anya. In the Papal State, any wish will be heard by the gods, but if you pray to the gods to prevent everything from ending, is it too greedy? What about wishes...
far away.
A group of knights appeared in the fog in the field. They were wearing pitch black cloaks, and the horses on their crotches were also wearing heavy black armor. Each joint had a precise mechanical structure, just like horses made of steel carrying pitch black armor. of knights.
The leading man had dark skin, his chin was covered with unkempt stubble, and he had a visibly scarring on his face. He stared at the mist in the field, looking at the vague shadows of those "scarecrows". Thoughts.
A silver-haired girl rode a horse and came to his side. There was no expression on her delicate face. She was slender and graceful. Her long hair was shawl-length. The clean hair covered one side of the girl's eyes, while the other side was exposed. His eyes were as deep and quiet as a pool of clear but at the same time cold and ruthless lake water.
"The crows have arrived, Mr. János." The girl's brows exuded an inviolable indifference, and her voice was as cold as the wind on an iceberg.
"Yeah." Janos raised his hand and touched the scar on his face. "Ilona...do you still remember what I taught you?"
The silver-haired girl known as Ilona nodded. "The crows will fall unless three hearts stop beating in succession." Alessia took out the sword blade from the saddle bag. "Don't worry, I'm ready to die for the crows at any time."
