A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

"It's noisy."

Kenmei Isayama didn't indulge him at all.

Previously, fearing that Sister Ming's soul would be injured, he did not use the second top-grade cursed tool, the Soul Release Blade, which he had stolen from Fuheishener.

But there's no need to hold back against this brat.

Another splatter of blood was heard as Isayama Kenmei gripped the Soul Release Blade and plunged it into the spot symmetrical to the Heavenly Reversal Blade.

The soul-tearing pain caused the white-haired imp to let out a scream far more horrifying than when his arm had been ripped apart.

"Hey, from now on, I'll ask and you answer."

Kenmei Isayama said in an icy tone

"If you disagree, I'll take this knife and start peeling your skin. I want to see if you'll still be so tough then."

Seeing the kid sweating profusely from the pain, Kenmei Isayama used his knife to pull the wound back a little, widening the tear.

Use pain to keep him awake

"Were you the one who killed Isayama Mei?"

"Yes, so what?"

"Were you the one who implanted the Sesshoseki (killing stone) into Isayama Mei?"

Kenmei Isayama took a deep breath when he saw him nod.

"One last question: why was the Killing Stone implanted in the deceased Mei Isayama?"

"It's very simple."

A strand of hair fell from the white-haired imp's face, revealing his right eye, which was filled with a huge Sessho-seki (killing stone). He spoke haltingly in a matter-of-fact tone.

"It would be better if he were dead."

"The curse of the dead is far more terrible than the hatred of the living."

Chapter 80 Split up

"The hatred of the dead is more terrifying than that of the living."

This amused Fuhesh.

He killed countless sorcerers, and even the Zen family, from which he was born, had half of its population slaughtered by Fuhesh, leaving the family devastated.

But did those dead guys later become ghosts and come looking for him?

Even the surviving bastards of the Zen family didn't dare to retaliate, all adhering to the principle of "if you can't afford to offend them, you can't afford to avoid them," and staying far away from Fuheishen, this god of death.

But the kid kept talking.

"I am oblivious."

"This stone is like a butterfly surrounded by flowers; it is only attracted to sinful souls."

"That woman looks very serious, but her inner world is quite 'rich'!"

"Jealousy! Anger! Disgust! Ambition! Yes, and a deep sense of guilt surrounds him."

The white-haired imp recalled his first encounter with this woman; it had been a long time since he'd met any interesting humans.

"The Killing Stone gave her the power to get everything she wanted, and gave her a new life!"

"So that she doesn't have to suppress herself, doesn't have to kill cursed spirits day and night to numb herself, and can fully release her desires!"

"No one can resist the power of the Killing Stone."

"You two should try it for a little while and you'll see how wonderful it feels to be surrounded by power."

"what!!!"

Before the brat could finish speaking, he let out a scream far more piercing than any of the injuries he had suffered before.

Even with two top-grade cursed artifacts stuck in his body, he was still struggling violently, convulsing incessantly, seemingly in extreme pain.

A large amount of dark liquid overflowed from the empty right eye socket, and the large piece of Killing Stone that used to fill the eye socket had disappeared.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

Kenmei Isayama's left fingertips were covered in dark blood, and the blood-red stone he had just picked was still warm, dripping blood continuously.

Just now, Kenmei Isayama pierced all five of his fingers into the right eye of that clueless brat.

Not only did she slander Mei-nee, she also went so far as to bewitch Isayama Kenmei, telling him to try the "Killing Stone" and that it could grant their wishes.

So if this thing were as powerful as you say, you wouldn't have been pinned to the ground by me and that old man, unable to move?

The kid's seductive words are like a clown showing off a dollar in front of a billionaire—it's laughable.

If that peerless and terrifying cursed spirit Tamamo-no-Mae were to personally stand before Kenmei Isayama and make such a promise, it might be somewhat convincing.

When Kenmei Isayama tried to remove the Sessho-seki from the little devil, he encountered many dense, nerve-like obstacles that blocked his way.

It felt to him like scooping up ice cream that was frozen as hard as a rock with a spoon. It was probably similar to the situation inside Sister Mei's body, with the Sessho-seki as the core, and tiny tree roots buried deep underground spreading all over her body.

When Kenmei Isayama pulled it out, there were still a few ten-centimeter-long structures resembling optic nerves on the surface of the Sesshō-seki. However, they turned into dust and were blown away by the wind as soon as they came into contact with the air.

This brat's "Killing Stone" is far superior to Sister Ming's in terms of both the density and intensity of its curse power.

However, the little devil's reaction was far below what Kenmei Isayama had expected. He had thought that bringing up the "Sessho-seki" would make the little devil wither like a tree that had lost its nutrients, and it was definitely not like he had been castrated without anesthesia.

But before he could even feel the strangeness, as soon as he touched the Sesshoseki, Kenmei Isayama felt a particularly noticeable stinging sensation, like being pricked by a needle.

This is the domineering corrosive and devouring nature of the Sesshōseki. The Spellcaster Association has conducted experiments and found that it is a Sesshōseki with a concentration far lower than the one in Kenmei Isayama's possession.

However, if an ordinary person touches it with their bare hands, all their flesh and blood will be eaten away in an instant, leaving only bones and a dried-up corpse.

For ordinary sorcerers, the Killing Stone will form sharp spikes that enter the body's organs through the blood vessels in the fingers. However, if the curse or magical power within the host's body is insufficient, the stone will still drain the curse.

"You think something like this can grant my wish?"

Kenmei Isayama held up the ordinary egg-sized Sessho-seki (Killing Stone) to the sun. Inside, a fox-shaped cursed spirit was constantly howling at him, and flowing with symbols resembling numbers, its ever-changing shapes highlighting the extraordinary nature of this Sessho-seki.

But to him, the "Sessho-seki" was no different from an ornament.

Isayama Kenmei had finally managed to deplete Mei-nee's Sesshoseki to the critical value, so how could he possibly use it to replenish it?

Then this thing only has one use left.

"give me back!"

The little devil lying on the ground suddenly woke up from his pain. When he realized the bastard's intentions, he was furious. He only had one eye, but that didn't stop him from staring intently at Kenmei Isayama.

"Be honest with me!"

Fuheshel raised his foot and stomped hard on the head. The immense force was transmitted from the sole of his shoe to the face, stomping it straight into the ground, where it could only whimper.

The crimson, alluring stone was gripped tightly in Kenmei Isayama's hand, making a "crack, crack, crack" sound as he exerted force.

As the first crack appeared on the surface of the "Killing Stone," a blood-red cursed power filled with madness emanated from it.

"Absorbable spell power detected. Absorb it?"

Before it could form a fox-shaped cursed spirit to attack Kenmei Isayama, all the cursed power began to flow continuously from the Sesshoseki and was absorbed by Kenmei Isayama's palm like a "black hole" that devoured everything.

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Just like the gas station bill, it jumps up extremely fast.

Kenmei Isayama's whirlwind inhalation stunned the other two creatures.

"Impossible! How could the power of a god be devoured!"

The white-haired brat was clearly incredulous, but as he sensed his connection with the Killing Stone weakening, he finally panicked.

Moreover, his body began to change. Very obvious blue veins appeared on his face and under his exposed skin, and they increased until his entire body was covered with a complex network of blue veins.

The art style gradually shifted towards resembling mummies and corpses, because the roots within them were not nourished by the "Killing Stone" and began to decay and wither.

But at that moment, a strange tremor began to appear beneath the feet of Kenmei Isayama and Shinobu Fushiguro. Then, several twisted logs extended from the broken ground, thrusting towards Isayama and his companion.

What's particularly intriguing is that several white skulls are hanging on these pieces of wood. As the wood twists and turns strangely, the skulls collide with each other, creating a unique rhythmic beauty.

When Kenmei Isayama saw this kind of wood, he felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

A sound of flesh tearing apart rang out.

It was the white-haired imp on the ground. At this moment, his head had "split off," leaving only a completely dried-up corpse that resembled a withered tree.

They can't escape.

Chapter 81 The Coffin in the Black Pool

After a series of crackling sounds, the tree roots were violently torn apart by some invisible force, turning into fragments even smaller than pebbles.

"Damn it, how come it looks so much like that weird cherry blossom tree?"

Kenmei Isayama suddenly recalled his past experiences, so he accidentally hit a little too hard.

As it turns out, these pieces of wood are only about as hard as steel, and there seems to be nothing else strange about them.

Kenmei Isayama patted the two flesh-and-blood hounds beside him.

"Although I don't know what you are, as long as you have that head, you definitely can't escape."

Recalling what had just happened, Kenmei Isayama found it outrageous.

The opponent launched a surprise attack the instant they were caught by the flesh-and-blood hounds, leaving them no time to react.

The timing was excellent. Just as Kenmei Isayama was absorbing the curse power, there was movement under his feet, and suddenly many things that had previously haunted him sprang out.

In the instant that Kenmei Isayama was stunned by the suddenly appearing tree root, two flesh-and-blood hounds sensed something amiss and darted out of the shadows, shielding Kenmei Isayama behind them.

Due to the large-scale subsidence and rolling of the ground, the foothold under Fuheshchen's feet was destroyed.

Upon noticing the howling wind beside his ear, he immediately pulled the Heavenly Rebellion Blade out of the white-haired imp's body.

But the other party had no intention of fighting him; their goal was to take the head of that white-haired brat.

"Uncle?"

Honestly, when the blood splattered for the first time, Kenmei Isayama almost thought that Jinji Fushiguro had died, because the old man and that kid were too close.