The sound of weapons cutting flesh and blood sounded.

"What, what's going on..."

Lancer opened his eyes wide in pain and stared at the long sword that penetrated from his lower abdomen to his chest, staring at the ground next to the beast.

The magical weapon, the dark red light flashed with the passionate blood of the cyan snatcher.

The knife was originally held in the enemy's right hand where he was cut down.

"What, what's going on..."

The follower of the gun asked this question again unwillingly. He let go of the gun with his left hand, groped back with difficulty, and held an arm that supported the knife.

The enemy who was moving weakly in front of him made a painful sound from his mouth. As the torso twisted, the left hand, right leg, and all the components cut by the lancer actually moved one by one. Under the contact of the strip-shaped black shadow, they each moved closer to their original position on their bodies.

"Acne, cough, that's the case..."

The lancer, who was pierced through the abdomen and scratched his lungs, had not lost all his combat power. The tenacious blue servant leaned against the support of the long knife that pierced into the ground, lifted up the love gun but had not yet stabbed it, and stabbed it down again.

"How can you be so **!!!!"

The magic gun, full of resentment from the gunmen, pierced into the ground in vain. The body that was originally lying there suddenly flew up and avoided the bloody magic gun and collided with the lancer.

"Varied--"

The lancer, who had no ability to move, was hit helplessly by the body parts of the beast.

Then, the shadows that were originally left on the beast spread to the cyan servants, firmly binding the two fighting hostile sides together and dyeing them into the same black.

“…”

That's something that cannot be contaminated.

Lancer once warned himself in this way.

But he couldn't escape, and he couldn't even make a sound, and black penetrated into the body of the follower of the gun, polluting the original human body into a filthy thing that no one could tell.

The flesh and blood body turned into a black substance like plasticine, wriggling and changing shape, twisting to the side, and then leaving the magic knife that pierced through Lancer.

After a few minutes, the black matter became a person's body.

The body holding his arms and twisting constantly is the original beast.

"ah------!"

The beast let out a wild and depressed howl, and struggled to break away with both hands holding each other. At the same time, he took off a large piece of flesh and blood from his arms. He shook off a trace of flesh and blood that was connected with black matter, and whistled to the sky.

"Get out of here--!!"

The palms of steel claws were ripping off pieces of flesh and blood from their bodies. Only the human-shaped one was shouting and staggering.

But that is impossible to escape.

The torn flesh fell to the ground, and the soil was contaminated into black with the sizzling sound of being corroded, marking a black path along the human figure.

But there was more flesh and blood formed in that body. In the end, the human figure covered his head, as if he wanted to tear himself in half and struggled hard.

The sound of flesh and blood leaving the body continued to sound, and the two largest balls of black were torn off and thrown on the ground, but there was no skeleton left inside, but a person with flesh and skin, completeness.

The white skin covers the body, and the powerful muscles squirm under the skin like rolling mountains.

Long hair grows out of the body quickly, and the black shell usually grows out of the surface of the skin, and then softens into a samurai suit.

"What's going on?"

The new human being looked at his body in disbelief and murmured.

Now he is exactly the same as he used to be. The murderer of Touki City has arrived in the world in his original posture.

A mysterious impulse arose from the bottom of my heart. The murderer waved his hand to retrieve his love knife, turned his head to look in a certain direction in the night, and his blood-red eyes began to become turbid.

Very hungry—

Very hungry—

Very hungry, very hungry—

The stomach is burning, and the internal organs are knotted in squirming, telling the same desire.

"ah--"

The resurrected murderer bent down and gasped, but found that his feet were uncontrollably moving in a certain direction.

"What's going on? Stop me-!"

The murderer named Asura roared loudly and swung his sword to slash at one of his feet, but the blade turned inexplicably.

His feet, his hands, and his body were actually out of control, and even his consciousness was blurred in the eating impulse that dominated the body.

"My body..."

Franticly twisting and fighting for control of the body, the long sword drew one trajectory after another in the night sky, but Asu still moved in a certain direction unswervingly.

"Why is this happening-?"

His vision blurred, and he was about to lose his vision. Asura shook his head, trying to retain his last control.

Suddenly, he heard a certain voice.

"Why still struggle? Isn't this great?"

Asura was stunned and then let out a roar.

"Who are you-why are you in my body?"

"Now, I don't know who I am, but you are still alive, isn't that great?"

The voice said calmly, in return for more anger from Aura.

"Bastard, leave my body quickly-!"

"I can't help you even if I leave, and it's not me who controls you."

"Who is that?!!! Who else isn't you???"

"That's not a human being, so you have no possibility of communicating with it, so you'd better satisfy its **."

That voice kindly advised.

"Bastard, when will I surrender to others? No matter who it is, I can't control me."

"It's a pity that it's impossible to resist, because your body is just his creation. It's rare for you to maintain your consciousness. I'm curious about who you are, and you haven't been swallowed by him."

The voice asked curiously in mercy.

"I am the legendary Thousand-Man Slayer Slaying. How could this be swallowed by a small bastard in the dark!"

"Thousands of people are killed...Puchi."

The voice actually burst out laughing, and the murderous demon, known as Thousand People Slash, burst into flames and said gritting his teeth.

"why are you laughing?"

"Of course I'm laughing at you. If you are really the famous Thousand Man Slayer in the world, it will be even more impossible to escape its claws."

"Are you questioning me?"

Asura struggles again, trying to regain control of her body, ready to tear him apart with the manipulators.

"In this world, no matter what is famous or nameless, there is only one who can bear it, no one who can reject it. It has not devoured you, there is only one possibility that your roots are not in this world."

"Bastard, what are you talking nonsense?"

"Do you really believe in your existence?"

The voice said maliciously, and asura felt his eyes dizzy again. It was not because his vision was deprived of, but because he could no longer focus on vision. He shouted angrily.

"I am a thousand-person killer - Ghost-Eyed Crazy, absolutely right!"

"Poor man..."

That voice exudes mad mercy.

"Your body is a doll, so you won't be completely swallowed by it like a spirit, and you can still maintain your function of moving."

Only the will of the voice is said word by word.

"Your soul is not complete, and even the roots do not exist here, so it cannot swallow your soul. - How can you understand who you are if you don't even understand your own roots and your soul is not complete?"

The black murderer's brain was in chaos. As the voice spoke, he tried to recall his past, trying to find proof of denying that voice in his memory, but he was drowsy and could not think of anything.

"Unlike the complete heroic spirit, your soul is nothing more than an illusion of someone. So it cannot absorb you, poor man, do you understand?"

"Damn it, don't try to shake me-!"

Asura roared angrily, but could not make any sound. He was shaking, but could not stop being manipulated to move forward like a doll.

"Submit it, you can't do anything with this phantom."

The sound of the slow and orderly voice was filled with gloom.

"call--"

The murderer sucked in big mouthfuls, struggling with the last power bit by bit.
To be continued...