I Returned as an FFF-Class Witch Doctor

Episode 134

Fu-Wak!

Blood spattered.

It was dark red blood.

The blood that gushed out of the black mouth that swallowed Damian, but pierced Aleister’s hand in a sharp shape like a thorn.

– What are you doing without opening your mouth, you bastard?

“…?!”

Do-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-duk!

Then, as an unfamiliar voice resonated from Aleister’s hand, hundreds of red thorns began to rise from his forearms.

[Witch doctor]

[Blood gourd]

< Blood gourd >.

It was one of the techniques that Damian had cherished and cherished.

“What is this… what the hell…”

Krukreuk!

Hundreds of red thorns protruded from his body, and black bodily fluid gushed out beyond the achromatic mask.

It was a bonus that the hand he used to open his mouth melted.

I don’t know what he did, but one thing is certain: hundreds of red thorns are blocking the flow of demonic energy.

And it was the fact that, like a magic circle in an infinite loop, it was continuously absorbing the vitality of the body and forcing the body.

“Ah – this X is a huge person.”

Crunchy! Dduduk!

As Aleister’s right hand melted like oil, Damian appeared and stood up.

It was hard to think of a person who had just been lying like a corpse.

The brimstone fire and thunderstorm breath that Nhushdan spewed as a last resort boasted of terrifying damage that even the caster, Aleister, could not ignore.

Damian was bending his neck and turning his shoulders as if he had never done that.

Aleister’s body was tied up so that he couldn’t move even the tip of a hair before he knew it…

“I was surprised, master! Why didn’t you say anything and get beaten up!”

“Did you know Nandle? This bastard is suddenly pulling.”

Damian’s nervous grunting towards the flying bundle was a clear expression of confidence that he didn’t even need to say.

[Blood Chain]

Level: 1

Property: Curse

Description: When the target’s HP is below 25%, casts a curse that binds the body by consuming half of the current magic power. If successful, restrains the target’s movement with a high level of magic and dominates the target’s body for a certain period of time.

Depending on the caster’s will, < Blood Thorns > that deal damage proportional to the caster’s physical strength spring up, and each thorn absorbs HP equal to 1% of the caster’s physical strength. When the number of thorns exceeds the caster’s HP, the remaining damage is converted into < Bloody Shield >. The caster cannot dominate more than one target.

It was because this skill called < Blood Poison > that he bet on Aleister was not simply a skill that stayed in the higher rank of < Cursed Doll >, but rather a skill whose effectiveness varied greatly depending on how the caster used it.

“Well… it’s much better because I don’t have to make dolls…”

Scratch scratch!

While Aleister was salivating, Damian scratched the back of his head, examining Aleister here and there.

It was like examining a statue on display in a museum.

That would be the case, too, since this was the first time Damian used < Blood Spell >, and even compared to his previous skill, < Cursed Doll >, it was showing a remarkable difference.

Eliminating the hassle of making dolls one by one and having a high magic level was welcome enough, but the addition of much more difficult activation conditions than before was more than enough to make him frown.

So was the inability to dominate more than one object.

Although he had never tried it, Damian carried dozens of straw puppets around because it was to test such a hypothesis.

“Isn’t it a little too much that it only activates when your health is below 25%…? Where are you going to use it by manipulating all the dying? huh?”

“Doesn’t they say that dog poop can’t be used for medicine, master!”

“Yeah, but… Who else taught you that?!”

“I heard the adventurers passing by talking!”

“Really? Are you a little suspicious?”

Food Duck!

So, Damian looks suspiciously at the mound that hits the top of his head.

I couldn’t help but quench my appetite as I looked at the details of < Bloody Jubak >.

For Damian, who had turned dolls into honeycombs in the lake of oblivion, getting rid of the doll’s durability and cumbersome sewing—of course, not that sewing—was satisfying enough.

Nevertheless, it was because I didn’t like the activation condition of the skill that had to be half killed.

“Stay still. If you don’t want to fall behind.”

“…!”

Fuhak!

Damian stopped chatting with the bunch and snapped his fingers, and dark red thorns sprouted from Aleister’s chest.

It was a thorn protruding from under Aleister’s chin.

It was an attack that would have been enough for a normal person to have had their head exploded and crossed the nether road, but that was only true for creatures within the normal category.

Not to mention, it was not at all unreasonable for Damian to launch a lethal attack that was more than enough to cause instant death, given that Aleister’s body looked like a merging of thousands of monsters into one.

“Yeah—. How many of them have you swallowed so it doesn’t even show? ok? It’s such a nasty hobby.”

“Pia? Why isn’t this guy dying, master!”

“Isn’t this bastard doing this completely human bastard? Oh, you’re not a real person, are you?”

buck buck!

…Of course, that wasn’t something I would say while scratching my thighs without blinking an eye.

“So you should have been fooling around, dude! If it was 10 years ago, you wouldn’t even have picked a bone, you bastard. Latte is—.”

Fuck! puck! puck! puck!

Aleister’s body gradually turned into a hedgehog as Damian ran around and nagged at him.

It was a terrifying sight for someone with their hands behind their backs as if they were going for a walk.

As if taking revenge for the agony of being engulfed in Nhushdan’s breath and feeling like his whole body would melt.

Thus, it seems that he is thoroughly fulfilling his iron rule that revenge pays back 1,000 times.

[Notice: The HP of < Aleister Crowley > has been absorbed!]

[Notice: The HP of < Aleister Crowley > has been absorbed!]

….

[Notice: The shield amount of < Bloody Shield > has increased!]

“Ah! right.”

And while Damian lets out the system voice that brushes his ear through one ear.

As if something he had forgotten suddenly came to mind, he tilted his head towards him and said.

“hey. Hey.”

“…”

“I’m asking just in case.”

“….”

“Is it something like the Seven Devil Grand Dukes that you bastards of the pseudo-group are sucking on? huh?”

“…”

“As far as I know… the eels you summoned are being raised by one of the seven demon princes.”

“…”

“Isn’t it?”

In other words, this crazy psychopath asks his questions to Aleister, who seems to be out of breath at any moment.

It showed meticulousness in looking to see if there was anything that could be a clue between < Seven Deadly Sins > and < Seven Demons >.

“Look…..”

“Huh?”

“Dawn… it’s bright…”

“What bullshit again. Do you really want to get behind?”

Whoops!

When Aleister opened his mouth, Damian frowned.

At the same time, the red thorns gushing out were a bonus.

However, the reason why he couldn’t erase the wrinkles on his face as easily as before was because he guessed that Aleister’s life was on the verge and that he would never open his mouth.

[Aleister]

HP: □□□□□□□□□□

And Damian looked at Aleister’s physical strength floating in front of his eyes and gazed endlessly at the achromatic mask with his head down as if in awe.

The expression he had been smirking on so far was nowhere to be found, so it was a face like frost, as if he were about to kill Aleister right in front of him.

“Even though… the… size of your bowl… is… big…”

“That bowl… is the only one… don’t be conceited…”

“The great precepts… have been completed…”

“We will stand up and form an army…”

“Forgotten… false gods. Be afraid… do it.”

“The result of your petty trust…

will bring… destruction to this world…!”

Kurururururuk!

Damian’s eyes widened at the end of Aleister’s words. As soon as his achromatic mask cracked, his body began to change completely.

As if unknown wastewater was being sucked into a sewer all at once, the body swells and expands as it pleases, swirling and crumpling.

“Where is this fucking bastard going to run away—.”

That device device device device device device device device device device gig!

Eventually, the moment Damian crumpled his face and spat out curse words, Aleister’s crumpled body emitted a roar and began to burst out towards Damian.

[Notice: WARNING! Warning!]

[Notice: The remnants of mighty demons are approaching!]

[Notice: Be very careful not to be logged out!]

– ─────────────!

With a terrible screaming voice that I never thought was of this world.

It was a black wave enough to take away Damian’s vision in front of him.

“How dare you.”

Cuckoo!

When Damien’s eyes lit up with a fishy sneer, a large hole was pierced by the jet-black waves.

It sounded like drums exploding.

It was a scene that looked like an invisible giant’s fist striking the jet-black waves, or like a horseman’s lance running at its full power to blow off the enemy’s head.

Besides, since it was a sight that was created without lifting a finger, no one in the audience knew how powerful the destructive force was.

It was because the last attack Aleister attempted was simply not as simple as it seemed.

[Notice: < Aleister's alter ego > has been defeated!]

[Notice: < Remnants of Powerful Magi > has been eliminated!]

[Notification: EXP obtained!]

[Notification: EXP obtained!]

[Notification: Level Up!]

[Notice: You have reached level 72!]

[Notice: You have cleared the < Conditions of the Oath > quest!]

[Notification: Go back to Oberon, the fairy king, and claim your reward!]

“ ….”

As the jet-black waves disappeared without a trace, system messages appeared in front of him simultaneously.

It was a bonus to click his tongue as if he was displeased.

Even though he had enough experience to level up and clear the < Conditions of the Oath > given by the fairy king Oberon.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t just because he didn’t get the answer he wanted from Aleister that Damian was making an uncomfortable expression.

The reason why he was able to survive Nhushdan’s breath.

And the reason why he was able to defeat the existence named as the remnant of a powerful demon at once.

It was obviously because of some kind of authority that Damian received from Shaka along with the job change, but on the contrary, it was also a disprove that his level was only slightly ahead of his alter ego.

Damien, who thought he had risen to a certain level, was bittersweet.

Of course, it hadn’t been that long since he had changed jobs, and the level of his newly acquired skills wasn’t that high either.

It was true that it was not easy to expect that it would be this much.

“…let’s go. It’s a bunch.”

“I got it, master!”

Soon, Damian’s back left the valley of ruins behind.

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