A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

But to my surprise, the tried-and-true method failed this time.

"What I have plenty of is money, so serve me well..."

Nakamura Takashi stopped speaking before he could finish, a chill spreading down his spine, accompanied by a sense of absurdity.

"Impossible, I clearly..."

He saw a pair of exceptionally familiar eyes and was certain they were the first victim who had died at his hands, so the memory was particularly vivid.

Her once-exclusive, star-like pupils were now bloodshot, filled with a cruel rage that seemed to want to drink her blood and devour her flesh.

Chapter 62 Death is a luxury, no joke.

Terrified, Nakamura Takashi turned to run, but the cursed spirit had already raised the heavy steel bar in its hand high and then swung it down heavily.

Enveloped in the shadow of the steel bars, Nakamura Takashi felt as if his blood had frozen.

All that could be heard was the sound of bones breaking. It wasn't just the area that was hit that was breaking; the monstrous power directly affected other bones. His entire skeleton was at least broken due to the resonance, making a creaking and cracking sound that looked incredibly painful.

Nakamura Takashi let out a piercing scream as he crashed into the green belt. To make matters worse, a tree branch as thick as an arm pierced through his chest, puncturing his lung. Fortunately, it wasn't his heart, or he would have died on the spot.

With all his bones shattered and his lungs punctured, the pain was so intense that Nakamura Takashi's face contorted in agony, the constant agony stimulating his brain.

An ordinary person would have already fainted from the pain and gone into shock by now, but due to long-term abuse of psychotropic drugs, Takashi Nakamura's brain had an exceptionally high threshold for protecting against psychotic shock.

The pain will only make his brain more alert, and if a psychotic episode occurs, it will further stimulate him, achieving a double effect of pain.

Seeing that Nakamura Takashi was unable to move, the cursed spirit sneered and made a throwing motion with the steel bar in his hand, aiming it at Nakamura Takashi like a javelin.

Dark purple cursed power covered the steel bar, and the metal surface began to glow with purple light. It was clear that this cursed spirit was preparing to use this attack to end it, to inflict endless pain on it, to take the life of its child, and to turn it into this grotesque creature—the true culprit!

When Nakamura Takashi, unable to bear the bright light, barely opened his eyes, he saw that the ghostly thing was about to throw the steel bar in her hand at him.

"I'll die! I'll die!"

The threat of death completely enveloped Takashi Nakamura, his eyes wide with rage.

"There is no doubt that I will really die."

He could only watch helplessly as the purple light drew closer and closer, his heart pounding in his throat.

The intense wind, almost hitting his face, was particularly devastating, causing Nakamura Takashi to suffer a mental breakdown.

But just as he was about to be smashed into mincemeat, a cold and ruthless voice reached Nakamura Takashi's ears.

"I said, you're doing this..."

"Was it too quick for him to die?"

Because the anticipated final blow was delayed, Nakamura Takashi opened his eyes.

When he saw the steel bar that was stopped in front of him less than five centimeters from his nose, he could no longer cross the line and floated in the air, defying the laws of physics.

The guy, who was so frightened that he looked like he had been pulled out of the water and was covered in cold sweat, first had the color of the central area of ​​his khaki pants start to darken, and then his eyes rolled back and he simply passed out completely.

This is fainting caused by excessive blood loss.

The one who intervened to stop the cursed spirit dressed in idol attire was Kenmei Isayama.

The reason why Nakamura Takashi wasn't killed by the cursed spirit's attack is also simple, just as he said...

"To simply kill Nakamura Takashi like this is too lenient on him."

Now is not the time to clap your hands and say "it seems" while looking at Takashi Nakamura's corpse.

Originally, Kenmei Isayama was watching with great interest from above; such a drama of cursed spirits seeking revenge wasn't something that happened every day.

When the cursed spirit slashed the steel bar into Nakamura Takashi's back, then screamed and flew backward, impaled by the tree branch, Isayama Kenmei initially thought it was a comedy. Watching his enemy scream and suffer made him feel increasingly comfortable.

But it was still too lenient. This cursed spirit was too kind, letting him go before inflicting extreme torment on its prey.

So Kenmei Isayama took action, using telekinesis to intercept the steel bars.

"Boom"

He planted the heavy steel bars into the soil, and without the restraint of telekinesis, their weight pressed down even further.

Isayama Kenmei noticed this detail. He looked at the slender arm of the cursed spirit and wondered how she could move it so skillfully.

"Roar!!!"

A furious roar pulled Kenmei Isayama back to reality from his reverie.

The cursed spirit was already enraged; it was just one last blow away from killing it completely. Then, for some unknown reason, a human appeared!

However, Kenmei Isayama didn't even blink at the threat of the cursed spirit, and said in a calm tone...

"Don't kill it, I still have a use for it."

Humanoid cursed spirits are extremely rare; Kenmei Isayama has only encountered his sister and this one so far.

It shares many similarities with its sister. Kenmei Isayama can first test its evolutionary experiments on this animal to see the results.

After saying that, he turned around and left to check on Nakamura Takashi's condition, ignoring the fact that his back was completely exposed to the cursed spirit.

The cursed spirit was furious and about to tear apart this human who looked down on it when its entire body froze.

A powerful steel hand gently caressed the cursed spirit's head, followed by a massive blue figure standing behind it, its armor shimmering with mysterious runes.

At the same time, within the shadow of the blue-armored giant engulfing the cursed spirit, several giant beasts seemed to be lurking, baring their sharp teeth and staring intently at the cursed spirit with their crimson pupils.

It is a silent threat, and also the most powerful intimidation.

"Where is this?"

When Nakamura Takashi opened his eyes again, he found himself lying naked on a large metal chair.

The glaring surgical lights and the large screen in front of me both seemed so unusual.

Despite the unknown environment and the fact that several chains had welded him to his feet, rendering him unable to move, Nakamura Takashi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no large hole in his chest and everything was intact.

"Damn it, let me go right now, or I'll sue you!"

Upon hearing the door open, Nakamura Takashi shouted in a very aggressive manner.

"Stop pretending. Don't think you can fool me with some mere VR. I saw through your tricks a long time ago."

This guy is treating what happened to him as a virtual reality.

Kenmei Isayama was injecting the prepared medicine into a syringe when he heard what he said and laughed.

Having energy is a good thing; it means you can have some fun for a while.

"What is this? What are you injecting me with?!"

When Nakamura Takashi realized he had been injected with some kind of drug, he finally panicked.

This is the fifth injection already.

"Whatever it is, it's good stuff."

After Kenmei Isayama injected the sixth dose of the medicine into his arm, he began to wait for the medicine to take effect.

Kenmei Isayama gently poked a muscle in Takashi Nakamura's body with his finger. To Takashi's horror, the man in white pressed his finger in as if it were on a soft cake, making a small hole.

Blood spurted out immediately.

His once firm muscles suddenly became incredibly soft, allowing the pressure to reach right up to his bones.

This horrifying scene made Nakamura Takashi's eyes widen, especially since the pain was so intense that he was sweating profusely from the pain.

"This hardness is just right, after all, those babies don't have good teeth when they are first born."

Kenmei Isayama didn't answer. Instead, in front of Takashi Nakamura, he opened a small box under the stroller, showing him many adorable newborn, starving Tyrannosaurus babies.

There were more than a dozen unknown worms. Their sharp mouthparts, frantically writhing antennae, and densely packed legs like millipedes made Nakamura Takashi's scalp tingle and he almost fainted.

"Don't worry, they have small appetites. They'll only eat three-quarters of you at most."

Isayama Kenmei's words left Nakamura Takashi speechless. Was that even human language?

"Besides, I've given you so many life-saving items, you definitely won't die."

"I forgot to introduce myself. I am a family member of the victim."

Kenmei Isayama pulled his mask down so that Takashi Nakamura could recognize him.

"You are... Ah!"

Before Nakamura Takashi could finish speaking, he let out a terrible scream, because Isayama Kenmei dumped all the hungry little Tyrannosaurus babies on him in one go.

Of course, Kenmei Isayama didn't forget to tear off his eyelids like a band-aid, so that he couldn't close his eyes and could only watch himself being devoured on the big screen.

This is only the first step; Kenmei Isayama will not let him die so easily.

Physical torture is only the first step; there is also the soul to suffer.

sometimes

Death is a luxury, not a joke.

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Chapter 63 Servo Skull

"You guys really have a lot of appetite, aren't you afraid of bursting your stomachs?"

Isayama Kenmei reluctantly removed the several adorable little Tyrannosaurus babies, whose bellies were round from the pale bones; they were truly gluttonous.

Their mouthparts are enough to lick every last bit of flesh from between the bones, leaving no skin, flesh, or blood behind. In the end, they even gnaw on the bones, trying to suck out the marrow.

Even the most skilled executioner of the slow slicing technique cannot compare to these newborn little guys, who are incredibly efficient devouring machines. The rate at which large, lacerated wounds bleed cannot keep up with the rate at which the larvae devour them.

Looking at the well-fed and satisfied larvae, Kenmei Isayama was reminded of mosquitoes that had drunk their fill of blood, their bellies so round. He couldn't help but smile as he felt the pleasure emanating from them.

Originally, the conservative estimate was that a quarter or 25 percent would remain, but unexpectedly, only 5 percent remained? Apart from the head and shoulders, the rest of the body was completely empty.

"Crack..."