I Returned as an FFF-Class Witch Doctor

Episode 65

“Ah… ah…!”

The gold coin collapsed on the other side of the lake of oblivion swallowed its breath at what was happening in front of it.

It was like watching a terrible horror movie.

It is hard to see that it is a human fight, biting, tearing, tearing and breaking each other.

Seeing this, Geumhwa escaped from the influence of < Song of the Dead > and forgot to control her body. All she could do was desperately grab onto her trembling body and feeling like she was about to vomit.

– Big-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-!

The series of spectacles now taking place in the lake of oblivion were fierce battles between primitive and cruel beasts that no one could even intervene.

“Kiki-kick—kiki-kick—!”

Fuck!

Damian sneered as his thick forearm penetrated Aleister’s torso.

It was because it was funny that he grabbed his forearm, which had already penetrated through it.

The crushed head of the mask and Aleister’s body were contorted here and there as if he had been beaten with a mace.

“── ─ ─ ──.”

Aleister’s voice was repeating strange sounds like an android with a broken main board.

Damian could easily guess that Aleister’s body would sooner or later run out of functions.

[Aleister]

HP: ■□□□ □□□

From the moment he couldn’t block Damian’s blow, Aleister’s death was already predestined.

“die.”

Quaang! bang! bang! bang!

As Aleister’s resistance gradually weakened, Damian climbed on top of him and punched him.

Every time the fist fell, a dull shock resonated.

Ripples spreading over the lake of oblivion.

With the mutant Siren who collapsed without a shape.

It was a silent night, with only the terrible sound of chopping meat.

[Notice: Warning!]

[Notice: < Aleister > is about to self-destruct!]

[Notice: Be careful not to die from the effects of the explosion!]

“…!”

And with the system message that suddenly passed by his ears, Damian could see Aleister’s body, which was nothing more than a lump of organic matter, bubbling up like boiling water.

“This shit.”

Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Damian hadn’t even reacted like this, and Aleister’s bones and flesh were oxidized to a handful of blood with explosive power sufficient to devastate a radius of several meters.

– indeed. I guess I just thought it was too easy.

As Damian was covered in blood, a familiar voice resounded over the lake of oblivion.

It was an emotionless voice that was far from the previous fight.

However, in spite of the explosion of flesh and bones, Damian, who was covered in blood all over, was standing there.

A little bit of regret and a little bit of surprise is permeated in the voice.

“Hoo-wook. Hoo-wook.”

And the zombie, whose red pupils were shining under his gray hair, pursued the source of the voice regardless of the bloody residue that poured over his body.

“come out. Before I tear it apart right away.”

Of course, it was a threat that would not work for him, who had become a piece of minced meat in Damian’s fist.

– Admit it. it’s my defeat

– without trying to figure out what’s inside you.

– I just thought that I could do something about you with the product of my faith.

– One, even if it is.

– You can’t cover the coming dawn with your small power.

– The day when the coming Messiah comes with a ray of light.

– Your destiny will also be blown away by the wind like a handful of dust.

– The day that day comes.

– I will sit on the right side of Messiah and watch your ruin.

– It will be the vanguard to convey the gospel of salvation to this land…!

Aaaaaa!

The trees in the lake swayed as the voice resounded above Damian’s head.

It was a biting wind.

The lake of oblivion where a ray of light falls dot by point after a bout of commotion has passed.

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

[Notice: Transformation Siren has been defeated!]

[Notice: EXP has been obtained!]

[Notification: Level up!]

[Notice: Level 44 has been reached!]

Eventually, as Damian watched the system messages appearing in front of his eyes, he felt a sense of exhaustion as if the blood in his body was draining in an instant, and at the same time, he felt a ray of reason seep into him along with a chill.

[Notification: 1 second remaining time.]

[Notification: 0 seconds remaining time.]

[Notification: < Zombification > has been canceled!]

The < zombie > that made him take a trance-like attack that blows his mind away. It was because Anger > just ran out of effect with Aleister.

[WARNING: The player’s vital signs are unstable beyond the threshold! Be careful about logging out!]

[Warning: Synchronization with players will fall below the standard! Be careful about logging out!]

“…after.”

Damian brushed his hair once in a blur of vision.

It felt like a hangover from a box of soju hit me all at once.

Aside from the terrible pain that felt like the top of my head would be split in half.

I could feel the pain as if my internal organs were twisted and twisted, and the hot blood flowing through my blood vessels.

“Are you alright, Master!”

“Beep beep beep beep!!”

And Damian could feel that the crazy gamble with his life as collateral had finally paid off as he watched the bunch and the new chicks approaching him.

[Notice: < To Kirikorum Swamp! > quest has been cleared!]

[Notice: Receive a reward from Hassan, the adventurer’s guild branch leader!] [

Notice: I found a clue to < Traces of Heresy >!]

[Notice: Master Ke Go find him and listen to the details!]

Even though it was a clumsy victory, the message that he was defeated and the message that he leveled up and cleared the quest would come to mind.

At least it was to the point where I didn’t have to worry about the unfortunate event of Aleister returning alive.

‘I could have really died if I did.’

Back!

Damian clenched his fists in disgust that made him vomit.

I couldn’t come to my senses.

Aleister, who was the most powerful opponent since he started AC, and was able to defeat him only after he poured his all into it.

In order to defeat such Aleister, Damian burned his equipment and poured out firepower, and when that was not enough, he cast the tricky ultimate skill < Curse Doll > through a bold method of directly engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

All that could be done was done.

It wasn’t enough, to the point where he had to steal and use a gold coin item that came in out of nowhere and at the same time do crazy things like repeating the same spell dozens of times.

The size of the wall that Damian felt from Aleister was as wide as the Great Wall of China, so…

“There’s nothing left.”

Wow!

It was only natural for Damian to shake his head while spitting on the floor with his upper body bent.

Even though < Traces of Heresy > is an epic quest that must be cleared.

From Damien’s point of view, who has to protect his only life and lift the sensory limit that is worse than reality due to the restrictions of the misinformation system.

I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that nothing was right.

‘It’s not the main body, it’s an alter ego.’

Damian closed his eyes, reflecting on the system message that popped up in front of him.

It seemed like he knew roughly what had happened.

Aleister was a monster with enough strength to warn the system, and had a bizarre body structure reminiscent of < Parasite > or < Dimension Walker >.

If he had excellent alchemy knowledge and bioengineering knowledge to the extent that he used the half-man, half-fish monster Siren as a test subject and created a creature called a mutant siren.

It was no exaggeration to say that there was nothing strange about it, even if it was not Aleister’s body that he was dealing with.

Rather, it was more strange that it was a body.

In the first place, Aleister was spurring the mutant sirens to harvest adventurers and ghosts in the area.

That they were stored in the Lake of Oblivion as energy fuel.

It was because it was said that he was a person capable of creating not only mutant sirens, but also numerous mutants such as alter egos.

“X feet. If I had known it would be like this, I would have come a little later.”

As the headache seemed to subside, Damian swept his bangs with an all-back brush.

It was all over the place.

Due to the attacks from Aleister’s alter ego, Damian’s equipment was almost completely torn to shreds.

The < Flame Lizard Bracelet >, which he blew away in an instant, and the active equipment he had spent a lot of money on were also in such a mess that it was hard to know where to start repairing them.

“Let’s see. Head, shoulders, arms, chest, abs…”

Knead! Jumulluck!

And, due to Damien’s life-and-death struggle, he carefully groped his own body, which even ventured to < zombify >.

The moment he carefully checks his body to make sure that no part of his body has been blown off.

“— — !!”

“…hmm?”

Damian suddenly heard a sharp scream from the front and could see a user he thought had already died and disappeared pointing at him.

“What you looking at. Is this your first time seeing a male body?”

“This crazy bitch…!!”

It was a gold coin.

* * *

A space where not even a handful of light enters.

“Cool.”

A ray of creepy energy permeated the man, and the man vomited blood.

It was a man wearing an achromatic white mask.

A man sitting with his legs crossed in a space no different from the abyss, holding his hands together in a unique shape in a bloody ominous circle.

And it didn’t take much longer than I thought to know that it was a man’s poison spell to maintain magic.

“أخيرًا فشلت هذه المرة مرة أخرى….”

Woo woo woo!

The ominous blood-colored circles that surrounded him lost their light one by one as the man gasped for breath at any moment.

It was because it was absorbed into his body as if it was a part of the original man in the past.

– What are the results?

“…”

A voice resounded in the pitch-black darkness, and the man slowly stood up.

His whole body was covered with sweat.

I don’t know what happened to him, but a man in a black robe shivering thinly, emaciated like a patient suffering from some terrible disease.

“I lost a body. perfectly.”

– ….

And as the man muttered in a cracked voice, the voice that resonated in the darkness began to ask the man back as if he had heard it wrong.

– Not a mutant… Are you saying you lost your body? Aleister?

“okay. Without a trace.”

Aleister Crowley.

It was the same man who had fought to the death with Damian at the Lake of Oblivion just before.

– That’s ridiculous. that you make such a mistake

“It is not a mistake.”

As the voice spoke, Aleister straightened up and answered.

It was an answer with many implications.

Of course, even though Aleister’s authority was most effective at times and his body was divided into several parts, it was not at all a sign of weakness.

– A mistake… It wasn’t…

and the voice had no choice but to admit that the force of the person who destroyed Aleister’s body far exceeded what they initially expected.

As Aleister had previously told him, if the uniqueness of the existence he had just assumed was enough to damage the power of one of the apostles of the Order.

It was no longer a matter of a simple nature to be passed lightly.

– I think you need to listen more closely. Aleister.

Woo woo woo!

And as the voices surrounding Aleister Crowley began to linger in the darkness like deaf ears, Aleister looked up at the black void ceiling.

It was a voice that seemed excited.

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