It had waited patiently, even deliberately pretending to have left after slaughtering the sentry. Even when it noticed that Su'er and Think had entered the sentry to rest and eat, it did not rush to attack in advance to expose itself, but chose such a time.
A time when the two people were alert for the entire rest period and were about to leave the sentry. It was just a subconscious moment, thinking that there was no other danger in the sentry except those disgusting corpses... within a few seconds of walking down the stairs and leaving.
It succeeded.
The pain of the torn shoulder was delayed for a few seconds before it reached Su'er's mind. The twisted monster's sudden attack did not just tear his body, but also took away a small piece of flesh and blood.
The pain that kept coming to his head like a tide made Su'er's face quickly turn pale. He tore his robe randomly. Think was trying hard to tie up the wound on his arm, at least to stop the blood from flowing out.
Trembling with pain, Su'er's eyes were fixed on the monster, but strangely, it didn't take advantage of its sneak attack to launch continuous attacks, but let Think do emergency treatment for Su'er.
"...Ah," with a frantic and trembling voice, the monster used its tentacles to lift Su'er's piece of flesh and blood in front of its ugly bat head, and took a deep breath, "...My precious!"
Even because the tentacles were too strong, the blood in the flesh and blood was squeezed out and dripped on the ground below. The monster turned and hissed, lowered its body and licked the blood.
This crazy posture lasted for a long time, and the monster seemed to satisfy its desire and gradually regained its sanity. The ugly, twitching body gradually stabilized. It moved its tentacles and slowly turned its body until the terrifying face could see Su'er and Think from the side.
"...Rare, cherish... My treasure... How tough..."
"...Unique..."
"...Noble..."
The dense clicks like insects made the sound of words, but in this creepy sound, the harmony of life gradually began to sound. This slippery male voice was so disgusting, but it was enough for Su'er to recognize it in an instant.
Just like a child who is babbling, the words it could say were changing from simple and slow to gradually fluent. The process was accelerated countless times, and there was also a sound of bones and flesh being separated in this weird harmony.
It was not an illusion. The face of the vampire that had only appeared on the back of the twisted monster and next to its neck was now twisting on its body, constantly pulling itself forward, with every step accompanied by a sound like flesh and bones being torn apart.
Finally, the vampire's face came to where it should be, and existed side by side with the bat's head in front of the body, like a melted candle, with part of the two fused together, and the flesh and blood stuck together.
The previously closed eyes had completely opened, and the tightly closed lips began to move. Every word it said was spoken by it and the bat's head next to it, and the smooth male voice and the hoarse insect chirping were in harmony.
"Elf... monkey!" stumbling and spitting out words, the twisted monster's eyes only swept over Think's body and fell on Su'er, "I, I remember... you... my treasure!"
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The discomfort and urge to vomit rising from the stomach, and the constant pain from his injured part, Su'er was wondering if this monster was completely crazy... How could it be its treasure?
But the greed and desire coming from it always announced to Su'er the truth of what it said, and even locked Su'er as its property in advance. The blood and soul of the Elf that he had always been thinking about before had now become garbage that he was too lazy to even look at.
"Perfect... too perfect... such a noble soul..." The words that the twisted monster could speak were becoming more and more fluent, but Su'er was more convinced that this monster transformed from a vampire had not yet recovered its sanity as a vampire—that face was still blurred, and a dazed clumsiness was still present.
A pair of trembling tentacles forcefully stuffed Su'er's torn flesh into its mouth. Even with a crazy and irrational hunger, it did not even remove the pair of bloody tentacles, but kept chewing and swallowing them in its mouth!
Even though tears and sobs flowed from its face because of the pain of swallowing itself, the monster never pulled its limbs out of its mouth—it still felt pain, and even cried because of the pain.
It was no longer known whether such crazy murmurs were due to the instincts and preferences of the vampires or the desires it had after the mutation. Su'er only knew that this was the best and probably the last chance.
The body that was healed by Okein did not turn into a body of steel. Su'er's confused mind at this moment inexplicably wondered whether it would be better if he turned into a body of steel. He had already felt the magical and strange touch that would make him swell to the point of not being able to control himself.
After the Werebeast Asano Shirasu, Su'er finally felt this magical ability again—a feeling that gave him a sense of security in such a world—the invisible thread appeared, extending from his body to the body of the monster in front of him... No, it was the soul!
Nervous, worried, and panicked.
The spirit can offset his special magic, which is something Su'er has confirmed from Okein. The monster in front of him is a vampire with the ability to cast magic. The spirits in its body are not restrained like Think's, but they have lost their reason and are driven by instinct to be unable to cast magic. They even cast some simple magic unconsciously in a hurry.
Such a thing... could it still be controlled by himself?
Inexplicably, his mind recalled the scene when Asano Shirasu broke free from the invisible thread between the two of them with just a moment of distraction. Su'er pursed his lips and stared into the eyes of the monster motionlessly.
The insects that had been chirping all the time had quieted down, and the only sound that surrounded the place was the sound of the wind blowing through.
One second, five seconds, ten seconds...
The invisible thread never broke—he had succeeded.