A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

"I'm fine, boss."

Damn it, whoever tried to save a "person" only ended up saving the head.

If that thing hadn't run away with the little devil's head in its arms without looking back, making Isayama Kenmei think it was an attempt by the enemy to "silence" it.

The purpose was to prevent him from accessing his memories?

He clearly remembered that he had never demonstrated this ability to anyone else.

However, Isayama Kenmei reconsidered. The brat hadn't died even after the Sesshoseki was removed from his body. If another Sesshoseki were implanted, given the Sesshoseki's healing power, it seemed that even if only a head remained, growing a body wouldn't be difficult.

"It turns out it was a gang crime."

It's likely a group that uses words to manipulate and even force people with dark hearts to accept a stone called "Sessho-seki" (Killing Stone), with unknown motives.

In fact, most sorcerers have some mental issues, so they might actually be able to fool everyone.

The "Killing Stone" that just now gave Kenmei Isayama nearly 20070 points, a huge sum of money, equivalent to two level-one cursed spirits.

In addition, the three edamame-sized Sesshōseki that Fukushige had previously found on this brat brought Isayama Kenmei a total of 23070 points.

"This brat, he only got the Killing Stone because of who he was from."

Kenmei Isayama sensed the flesh-and-blood hounds closing in on their target and let out a cold laugh.

"Uncle, we've finished netting."

Through the perspective of the Flesh Hound, Kenmei Isayama saw a figure completely wrapped in white bandages moving at high speed, rushing from the urban area into the jungle of a mountain. He/she was carrying a round object that was still dripping blood.

"Ah, I really thought I was going to die."

It was already quite terrifying for a head to start talking, but this head, having lost the supply of the Killing Stone, was rapidly turning into a horrifying zombie.

"It's so good to have you here, Zi."

The thing bound by bandages didn't respond; it just kept moving forward.

Suddenly, the bandaged man, who was moving at high speed, sensed something was wrong.

"Crack"

The sound of wood being chewed up was followed by a terrifying roar. The spot where they had been standing was now covered by a huge mouth full of sharp teeth. The beast bit forward, crushing a large pile of trees in the process.

This scene was terrifying. You immediately had to turn around to avoid the attack from below, but there was also an attack from the right side of the sky!

This time, the blood-red figure was even closer to the bandaged man, directly from...

Emerging from the nearby woods, it grew large, sharp teeth and claws, ready to swallow each of them whole, head to head. The little devil's head, in particular, was almost within the reach of that gaping maw.

Even the white-haired imp with wide eyes could see deep in the monster's throat that there was something like a meat grinder completely crushing whatever it swallowed.

"Kick!"

Just as its head was about to be swallowed whole, the branches beside it seemed to come alive, rapidly growing root-like things that deftly bound the flesh hound's upper and lower jaws, one above and one below.

Moreover, even the one on the ground was not spared, as it was also entangled by the huge tree roots and unable to move. The two giant beasts were suddenly bound tightly.

Before the remaining head could even breathe a sigh of relief, the two bound giant beasts vanished, leaving only empty tree roots, and an even more terrifying sense of crisis descended upon them.

[Crush!]

An invisible attack came from above, completely covering the spot where the bandaged man and the head had just stood. After the sound of the earth cracking was heard, a circular crater five meters long appeared.

"Tch, didn't you hit it?"

The newcomers were Kenmei Isayama and Jinji Fukuro. He touched the flesh-and-blood hound that had reappeared beside him.

"Whatever, let's go!"

"Damn it, what's going on?"

The white-haired imp looked terrible; in less than three minutes, they had been attacked several times.

No matter where you flee, those two monsters follow you like shadows. Even more terrifying are the creatures that appear right after the hounds.

"Zi's spell has failed?"

No, the enemy also took about ten seconds to find them again each time, more like they were locating them. So the problem most likely lies with him, and the kid's face turned very ugly as he thought of this.

“Zi, the enemy must have marked me.”

He made a very decisive judgment.

"I'm beyond saving, give up on me."

Upon hearing this, the bandaged man examined the head in his hand more closely.

"Now is not the time to brand me."

"It's alright, I'll be resurrected in a hundred years."

"You'd better just discard this body of yours, as the enemy may have already marked it as well."

When Kenmei Isayama and Shigeki Fushiguro arrived, they saw that the little devil had completely changed. His head had swelled to about a meter in size and was devouring the bandaged body. It had been almost completely eaten, and there were indescribable bits of flesh on the ground.

At this moment, his empty eye sockets were once again covered by a highly concentrated red liquid, which was the marrow fluid inside the Killing Stone.

After swallowing the last bit of his companion's flesh and blood, the little devil looked up at the two who had arrived.

He bared his blood-stained teeth and said in a chilling tone...

"Kill you!"

At this moment, in an unknown, hidden place, a decaying coffin slowly emerged from the depths of a black pool.

Soon, a blood-soaked arm slowly emerged from the crack in the open coffin…

The enormous cherry blossom tree above was still in full bloom, its petals falling and covering the surrounding black pool.

Chapter 82 Predicting Victory

Chapter @Essential Book Pavilion: Predicting Victory

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The bullet, after passing through the double-spring barrel and undergoing a double collision of gunpowder and psionic energy, was amplified in power to shatter the face of the ugly "big-headed doll" with a single shot.

This thing looks like the head of a baby that's three meters tall, with bloody tears flowing from beneath its huge red eyes, and its mouth, full of sharp teeth, is open, howling in pain.

It had no torso below the head, and from the neck came countless dense, red tentacles that looked like maggots. Originally, there were a few thick tentacles that looked like tree trunks, but they had all been blasted apart.

The white-haired imp had transformed into this terrifying form, but under Isayama Kenmei's barrage of fire, it was now at its last gasp.

After a "splat" sound, blackish fluid splattered from the ripped wound. Kenmei Isayama stepped back to avoid the fluid, while simultaneously raising his double-barreled submachine gun and continuing to fire.

The gun body is made of matte black metal, with rough lines and worn-out screws making up most of the gun's details, but it has a strangely rough and shoddy aesthetic.

The twin-barreled design embodies the "bigger is better" philosophy, and its massive caliber makes it hard to believe that this is a submachine gun rather than a grenade launcher. The maximum rate of fire is 10 rounds per second.

The musket made by Kenmei Isayama would be considered a top-quality product even in the orc world. The sound of its exploding bullets when fired was like thunder. No orc could resist such temptation, and they would all want to break all their teeth as currency to get their hands on it.

Kenmei Isayama had not had a chance to use this gun in actual combat since it was made, but now he finally had the opportunity.

Therefore, Isayama Kenmei did not let Fushiguro Jinji take action; he planned to use this weapon to defeat the monster alone.

This thing has a really thick health bar. It's true that it's at its last gasp, but the overheating problem of heavy firepower weapons after prolonged use also needs to be considered.

Kenmei Isayama had already emptied three extended magazines from this cursed spirit, and the black barrel had turned red due to the extremely high temperature from prolonged use.

If Kenmei Isayama hadn't initially used the "Soul of Mastery" to create a weak "aaagh" stance, he would have kept muttering to himself, "I don't think this gun will explode," as he pulled the trigger.

Otherwise, this brand-new "rat-a-tat-tat" gun would probably explode when the second magazine is emptied.

Isayama Kenzo has thought the problem lies in the steel itself, a material defect that cannot be remedied.

The greenskins in the Warhammer world like to scavenge for scraps, but even the scraps of steel are steel created by humanity over 40 years of development, and have undergone countless technological explosions.

According to the manufacturing process in the Warhammer world, the steel used in Kenmei Isayama's world does not meet the standards in terms of flexibility, hardness, and high-temperature resistance, which is why the firearms produced are so prone to barrel explosions.

Kenmei Isayama was no longer planning to drag things out; the gun's continuous combat limit was about to be reached.

Thinking of this, when Kenmei Isayama opened his eyes again.

The world before my eyes had turned black and white; everything had lost its color, and time seemed to have slowed down several times over.

Kenmei Isayama saw the bullet he had just fired slowly penetrate the cursed spirit's skin, then explode from the inside like an explosive, with disgusting chunks of flesh and blood slowly splattering out, frame by frame.

He activated a new psionic spell effect, which consumed even more mana than fire-based psionic spells, and was rapidly losing fifty mana points per second.

There's no way around it; the unique nature of precognitive psychic magic dictates that this consumption is staggering.

Kenmei Isayama opened his eyes wide; he had to find what he was looking for within the limited time.

While dodging this bastard and hiding his tentacles underground to launch a thrust at Kenmei Isayama, he finally saw what he wanted after a roll to dodge.

"I see!"

Although very faint, there was a bright red mark between the eyebrows of this "big-headed doll," different from the gray and white world around it.

Because it was completely obscured by the kid's hair, Kenmei Isayama couldn't see it at all just now.

Kenmei Isayama's eyes remained fixed on the red beam of light in the center of the "little devil's" forehead. He shifted his weight downwards, and in the next second, he disappeared, leaving a blue afterimage at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, he leaped and landed directly on the "big-headed doll's" head. This distance made the doll extremely uneasy.

When he saw the two bright red pupils that were almost meeting his gaze, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and a crimson spear of light burst forth.

When his vision was completely engulfed by the red light, Kenmei Isayama, whose expression remained unchanged, slightly tilted his head to avoid the attack that was launched at almost zero distance.

When the beam of light made contact with the "tent," it tore a large hole in the barrier, and the explosion in the sky made his hair rustle.

Without changing his expression, Kenmei Isayama fired two bursts of fire, blasting the "big-headed doll's" eyes open, then aimed the gun at the spot where the red light had appeared and pulled the trigger.

After the trigger was pulled, dazzling blue flames shot out from the muzzle, while empty cartridge cases that automatically ejected from the magazine clattered to the ground.

The continuous gunfire, the merciless bullets coated with psionic energy, exploded between the spirit's eyebrows, tearing apart the flesh and blood blocking its way.

The deeper the bullet penetrated, the more painful the big-headed doll's cries of agony grew.

To make a better hole, Kenmei Isayama thrust the red-hot barrel of his gun straight into the wound, the splattering blood serving to cool it down.

This tormented the "big-headed doll" terribly. It started to run wildly and irrationally, destroying trees within a hundred meters in its extreme pain.

Kenmei Isayama only heard the sound of shattering glass, but he didn't release the trigger in his hand.

Until I heard the system announcement

[Absorbable spell power detected. Absorb?]