Chapter 112: Curse Plague (15)
The disintegration didnt cause everything to disappear like erasing with an eraser. Only the core parts made of debulroots were destroyed. The structure, about a dozen meters in size, couldnt withstand it, and the skeleton collapsed, with tightly connected muscles tearing apart, unable to overcome the limits of tensile strength.
The material that composed its body was the ordinary bones and flesh of a human. Without the power of debulroots, that form couldnt be sustained. The high-strength skeleton and elastic muscles of Mantulas Knife, without debulroots power, were nothing more than a giant sausage.
I carefully withdrew my hand from the tentacles as I watched its body collapse. This was sufficient. It was pointless to try to destroy every part. Disabling some parts could neutralize the opponents abilities without a problem.
Kerk?
De, Debulrootsnove(l)bi(n.)com
Do we have to eat it?
The hundreds of heads attached to its body looked at its own collapsing tail with a perplexed expression. The faces of the residents surrounding me turned to shock.
They probably didnt expect such an event to happen. A non-knight magician not only withstood the attack of this enormous monster but also retaliated and defeated it in return.
Due to the blade penetrating my side, blood flowed profusely. I tried my best not to collapse, relying on the cell regeneration of 5.0 to quickly stop the bleeding just by standing.
Mr. Wonderstein
Valentina rushed towards me. I gave her a confident smile.
See? I told you not to worry.
How can you say that in such a condition?
After looking at my wounds, Valentina frowned with a pitiful expression and rolled her eyes.
I cant do anything The treatment with sacred needles would harm Mr. Wondersteins body due to the magic power.
The priests of the Church had a technique of creating sacred needles of needle-like size and inserting them into the body to aid recovery. However, since they were still sacred, they acted aggressively against those with magical power.
Just receive your concern.
I politely bowed and quickly moved away from her. Even though I wasnt a magician, receiving her treatment was a serious consideration.
Even six or seven years after receiving the title of a saint, Valentina was still clumsy in recovery magic. She couldnt properly adjust the size of the sacred needles, often stabbing the wrong places with the wrong blood.
People who received her treatment were not only unwelcoming but often frightened, leading to scenes where they desperately avoided it.
It wasnt for nothing that the rumor of knocking the saint down with a punch circulated.
Ms. Valentina, please step back. Its not over yet.
I examined the remaining amount of debulroots.
Name: Frank Wonderstein
Age: 27
Occupation: Biomancer
Debulroots: (1372/1966)
Muscle Strength: 5.0 (Gorilla from the gym)
Tissue Resilience: 5.0 (Tough sirloin)
Cell Regeneration: 5.0 (Lizard tail with ointment)
Characteristics: [The Smiling Man]
I only destroyed about half of the characteristics created by it. That alone consumed about 100 debulroots. When reverse calculating, it was estimated that its tail was created using around 400 debulroots. 400. It was indeed impressive. It was a powerful item that could pierce through a thick church door in one blow. It was something that the human body, no matter how trained, could never reach.
However, that was it. I was now Frank Wonderstein, the biomancer who dominated debulroots. No matter how powerful its biological abilities were, they were powerless in front of me.
Yiik! Increase the debulroots!
Wha-what should we eat?
Kill him!
The bloodshot eyes stared at me with anger. The confusion they felt had now turned into rage.
Thud.
A large meaty lump, resembling exploded tofu, rolled on the ground. It had cut off its useless tail. The mass started extracting muscles and bones from the 300 humans within itself to create another Mantulas Knife.
Wood. Creak.
Bones grew, muscles overlapped, and a tower made of blood and flesh rose from the ground. It seemed larger than before, at least over 20 meters, or the height of an 8-story apartment building.
A sticky and repulsive crimson pillar stood tall behind it.
How many debulroots did it use this time? Probably around 1000. If I had to face that one more time, my body might not endure it.
I opened the status window and spent 150 debulroots to increase the basic attributes by 1 each.
Name: Frank Wonderstein
Age: 27
Occupation: Biomancer
Debulroots: (1222/1966)
Muscle Strength: 6.0 (Tiger that ate cereals)
Tensile Resilience: 6.0 (Bulletproof glass)
Cell Regeneration: 6.0 (Weeds after rain)
Characteristics: [The Smiling Man]
I contemplated whether to go up to 7.0 but decided against it. To do so, I needed to spend another 240 debulroots. I had to conserve resources as much as possible, considering I didnt know how much more of its characteristics I had to disintegrate.
As soon as it almost pulled out its tail, I stopped.
I flew towards the guy without hesitation.
There was no need to deliberately take such a foolish attack.
Unable to gauge its power, I used mucous soil ten times in a row.
Purple mucous substance shot out like bullets.
The sticky substance, like spider silk, wrapped around the spear.
Subsequently, the second and third mucous substances entwined the spear.
Thanks to the radial firing, the tips of the mucous substance stuck to the wall, pulling the spear towards it.
The speed of the spear noticeably slowed down.
When entangled by the seventh mucous soil, it lost all its strength, swayed in the air, and then, covered by the three following mucous substances, stuck to the wall.
No way!
Ill eat you!
The creature, which had been frightened a moment ago, now fired the second Spear of Borgogr with a frantic expression.
Using the remaining resources hastily gathered, this time, the creature looked less refined than before.
I shot purple spider silk five times this time.
The spear wobbled and, narrowly, got stuck in my foot.
No, no!
I have to eat Debulroots.
With a terrified expression, the creature, now reduced to the size of a bear, crawled backward.
Maybe, with the muscle strength of a tiger, I, with bare hands, could defeat it.
As I walked towards the trembling creature scraping the ground, the creature fired its fist.
In a hurry, it used the remaining resources to create and use a defensive trait.
At that moment, the thorn that had been holding his shoulder emitted intense heat and, with a roaring sound, turned into white ashes.
Kieeek!
Its hot!
The burning monster, emitting a bright light, collapsed, making a pitiful wail.
In front of it stood a woman with pink hair, wearing a white nuns habit.
She shouted at me.
Now is the time! Mr. Wonderstein! The decisive blow!
I intercepted the fist coming towards me with both hands.
The thorns twisted my hands violently.
It was painful, but I smiled.
I was the Smiling Man.
Uuuu!
The creature, intimidated by my smile, tried to retreat.
However, I firmly held onto the thorned fist with all my strength.
Disassemble.
One of the creatures arms exploded.
Losing balance, the creatures body rolled on the ground.
I stood in front of the fallen creature.
Faces on its body looked at me with tears streaming down.
Sa, save us
Master
We just followed orders
I gave them a bitter smile.
My expectation was correct.
My wish to increase Debulroots.
It affected the evolving Debulroots, and the blood containing that wish spread among the residents.
Who could I blame?
The woman who chewed my leg?
She wasnt visible inside the church.
She was probably more likely to have been devoured by the monster.
I could only say this to the people who were devoured by the tear-shedding flesh.
Im sorry.
I raised my hand to one of their faces.
Disassemble.
Hundreds of people simultaneously screamed in agony.
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