Chapter 214 – True Color
The fog gets thicker.
Now it was hard to tell even an inch ahead.
Everyone shortened their stride length and shortened the distance as the bleak atmosphere lingered.
They stood close enough to touch each other’s backs if they stretched out their hands, and walked away looking at each other’s backs.
I walked down for several hours after that.
In the middle, the party took a seat in a suitable place and rested.
Surprisingly, there have been no raids yet.
The number of visible creatures also decreased little by little.
The poisonous insects that shook his antennae and the flying insects like moths and mosquitoes that kept clinging to his face became increasingly difficult to see.
As the lame man intended, Seo-joon pretended to be gradually poisoned.
Nothing was too difficult.
Among the mercenaries following me, some started to get sick in a cold sweat. All of them were the ones who stole the herbs from the crippled Peter and ate them up.
Nausea, chills, and dizziness were their common comments.
So Seo-joon pretended to be the same.
He grunted – pretending to be sick, pretending to be dizzy, hugging Lily’s waist, leaning his head against her soft chest and rubbing it.
I could feel the burning eyes of the two men, but I didn’t care.
Margery grumbled that it was all bad luck, but Lily asked if he was okay and put her hand on Seo-jun’s forehead to feel the fever.
“It’s strange, I don’t have a fever…”
“…”
I had nothing else to say, so I kept my mouth shut.
As we reached the middle of the gorge, I could see a dim light in the distance beyond the hazy clouds of mist.
It was a beacon that was burned all year round on the ivy mountain for those who came from afar.
A lighthouse for the lost -. It was close to the milestones set up so that lepers abandoned by their parents and sons and daughters could find them.
“This, this, now bar, bar, walk for half a day, I, I, I’ll be there by evening…”
The lame Peter babbles with a smile on his lips as he sweats profusely.
“Do, do, if you can arrive at this, this, if… Uh heh heh.”
The guy with a grim smile suddenly stabbed the floor with his crutches.
It was not a meaningless action.
The ground shook and the floor sank, and then something popped out of the dirt.
Grains of soil rained down in all directions, and boulders tumbled here and there.
“Kyou woo woo woo woo!”
It was a huge ground mole. An ear-piercing, loud scream.
“What, what…!”
“Cyba-! A monster, a monster-!”
The crowd was scattered in all directions. Let Seo-joon shout to form a camp – those who belatedly gather.
Its shape was quite bizarre.
Knurled carapaces hung from his back and forearms, and the bumps on his nose stretched out like tentacles.
It shook its head here and there—and its nose inside its tentacles flared.
And then he let his tentacles hang down on the floor.
“What, what-!”
As if responding to someone’s scream—the tentacles burrowed into the soil—and sprang up at the party at high speed.
“Aaaaagh-!”
“Sah, save me!”
Those with quick feet quickly evaded them, but those who did not got their legs caught.
The three mercenaries, who ate five-colored plants and suffered like sick chickens, were caught by the tentacle strands and rolled across the floor.
As they were being dragged by the tentacles, when the bundle of tentacles was cut off by Ian’s sword strike, those who managed to preserve their life-, seeing the dozens or hundreds of fangs inside the tentacles- gasped.
“Back off! Inside the dustproof!”
At Ian’s shouting, the people who were rolling on the floor hesitantly stood up and entered the square as if crawling.
Seojun didn’t move.
This wouldn’t be all the cripple was after.
After a certain amount of people had gathered, he took out something from the front shelf as if he had been waiting.
It was a black cloth.
He put it on my face and took something out of his bag and threw it on the floor.
That, which looked like a ball of drooping balls, was the mushroom he was talking about earlier.
Did he say he spread paralysis spores?
He took it out of his bag and threw it away, but it wasn’t enough- he trampled hard with his only foot.
“What, what!”
“Why is that bastard suddenly like that!”
White smoke dust flew in all directions.
The dust was sucked into people’s nostrils.
The ground mole that smelled it also screamed quite aloud and then went into the tunnel I came out of.
In the middle, Marjorie screamed out loud as if she had realized something.
“Everybody stuff their noses!”
But the time has already been missed.
The mercenaries hesitated because they couldn’t understand what that bastard was doing, and in that brief moment, paralysis poison spread through their bodies.
People started to fall one by one.
When Marjorie, who held out until the end, stumbled and collapsed, only the crippled Peter was left.
The lame man, sweating profusely, looked down at the hole the ground mole had dug out.
In that hole, ka-ak- twee-! I sighed and looked back.
Seeing that everyone but himself had collapsed on the floor, the guy raised the corners of his mouth.
“`
“Cough Cough-! Niimii…! That stupid new baby…!”
“I gave up, pitted ah!”
The mercenaries’ tongue-tied cries hit my ears.
“Uh-ha, uh-haha-haha-!”
Peter smiled, his face contorted to the point where his ugly eyebrows stiffened.
Peter, who was crippled on his crutches, grabbed a stone the size of his head—and climbed on top of a mercenary.
The skinny Dick who has been teasing and harassing Peter for being an idiot all along.
Dick was also paralyzed and unable to move.
Hee hee!”
Drooling through his teeth, he barely shook his head from side to side. He seemed to have inhaled the dust to the point where he couldn’t speak properly.
Tears flowed from Dick’s eyes, but Peter, riding on his back, didn’t care.
He held the boulder high and slammed it down on Dick’s skull.
Kwadeuk-!
That is, the hand moves. He waved his hand to live somehow.
Kwajik-!
Knock-!
Puck-!
After the first bone-breaking sound, the sound gradually became damp and wet.
So that his bones would break and his brain would become mush—Peter hit the stone—and hit it again.
It wasn’t until Dick’s face was completely disfigured that it lost its original shape before he let go of the stone.
In the middle, he must have crushed his own fingers as well. His little finger was crushed and his fingernails were torn off.
He grabbed the finger and groaned.
As he turned his head around-, the mercenaries who had been swearing at him and shouting until just now hee-ik gasped in their breath.
Seeing that the pure white dust had settled-, he took off the cloth he had written on his face and threw it away.
He took out a canteen of water, sprayed it all over his face, and drank it down.
By the looks of it – drinking water seemed to detoxify it quickly. No matter how much he covered his mouth and nose with a cloth, there was no way he wouldn’t have inhaled it at all, but seeing him do that makes it clear.
Still, the aura of the paralysis poison still remained in his body, and he staggered towards Lily.
“Pi, pieter uh…?”
Lily, terrified of her, moved her limp tongue and called out his name—but the Peter now was not the Peter she knew.
It was a seungnyang who pretended to be weak while hiding his fangs, pretending to be a kind lame man.
And the prey he was aiming for was Lily.
As he approached Lily with his groin bulging-, Ian, who noticed his intention, opened his eyes red and began to stand up from the floor.
“Uuuuu-!”
I could see beads of sweat dripping down his face and struggling to the point that the veins on his face stood up.
Seeing that even after being poisoned by the paralysis poison, he stood up far away—even the lame Peter looked back in surprise.
He sneakily grabbed a stone lying on the floor and limped towards Ian.
Lily grabbed onto Peter’s pants.
No—Lily shook her head stiffly, her tears streaming down her face.
Please, Jebaal…
Peter glanced down at Lily and just let out a chuckle.
Shaking her feet, he removed her hand and headed straight for Ian.
“Yes, yes, you are wrong…! Go, if you were lying still, Joe, Joe, it would be nice…!”
The guy swung the boulder violently, and Ian, who was hit with the boulder head-on, collapsed to the floor.
A faint scream escaped Lily’s teeth.
He dropped a stone because his little finger was crushed.
Ian blinked his red eyes and couldn’t stand up again.
Ian’s trembling hand reaches for Lily.
She seemed to want her to run away, but she-she knew she couldn’t.
The lame man spat gooey spit on Ian’s motionless face and headed back to Lily.
“Uh, hehehaha! Now, now, well, look…! Watching your girlfriend get fucked, fucked, eaten…!”
“Huh, huh, huh…!”
Lily struggled with her tears streaming down her face.
She moved her motionless body, trying to get even one step further from him.
But this time the lame was quick.
The lame stride, always slower than the others, walked up to Lily and flopped on top of her.
Then, while blowing her snort roughly, he gripped Lily’s apron and tore it off.
Her buttons popped all over the place, revealing her white nipples.
“Pi, pieteraaaaa…”
Lily meant to stop—calling his name in a weeping voice—but only stirred up his excitement.
He undid Lily’s nipples, dripping saliva through his teeth.
As her milky-white breasts were exposed, he grinned, tearing at the corner of his mouth as his beard purred.
“Huh, heh heh heh…!”
Ian said “Kheuuuuu-!” He screamed.
Helplessness -.
Self-help for not being able to do anything, self-blame for being a little more careful.
All of that was dotted with terrifying screams.
The lame guy didn’t seem to hear that.
He buried his head in Lily’s breasts – rubbing his messy beard and flicking her tongue.
“Joe, Joe, I’ll fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…! Lee, Lee, Lee dog, dog, dog-like slut-!”
He spat in his exasperation, spat out those words, and then unbuttoned his trousers.
It stood bulging and protruded beyond the pants dance.
Tears fell from Lily’s eyes.
The moment he grabbed hold of Lily’s pants and pointed it at Lily’s crotch after he had a stiff erection-.
Seojun stood up from his seat.
“Uh-?”
He glanced at Seo-joon with a stupid face. The erect cock wriggles once.
Seo-jun glanced at it, then looked at his face again.
Sreung- As Seo-joon draws his sword, he smiles crookedly as if he sensed his fate.
Write-
The cob was cut in half.
Peter’s head, which had been severed over the bridge of his nose, slipped obliquely and landed on the dirt floor.
