noffsinger Chapter 563 Get Out
Chapter 563 Get Out
Tsk…..
Aznar stood up and paced back and forth in the hall, feeling extremely bad.
The Abyssal Plane is suffering from a full-scale invasion by the Devouring Starworms. A notice has been issued from above that even the original demons must go to the front line to join the battle.
According to intelligence, the number of that group of insects is huge, and the number of the strongest boundary-level warriors is extremely terrifying.
Even though he was considered strong among the strongest people at the boundary level, no one could guarantee that there would be no accidents.
The most urgent task is to improve your strength as quickly as possible and use all means to your advantage, so that you can feel a little more at ease.
The ability of the boss of the Mored Company is very interesting. If the strength foundation is strong enough, this method can achieve miraculous effects in battle, which is simply like adding wings to a tiger!
But the problem is…
I originally thought that extracting this ability and using it for my own benefit was a sure thing, but I didn't expect this kind of incident to occur!
No matter what means are used, it cannot be forcibly extracted. Why is this?!
The more Aznar thought about it, the angrier he got. He walked out of the hall and let out a deafening roar towards the outside world!
Boom!
A boundless sound wave suddenly spread out, shaking everything around. The creatures of the abyss living on the 111th floor were all frightened and fell to their knees, kowtowing frantically in the direction of Aznar, trying to calm the wrath of this original demon.
"call….."
Aznar suppressed his inner anger, took a deep breath, and felt more and more urgent.
The world-eating starworms are invading the Abyss Plane on a large scale, and no one can stay out of it.
As an original demon, he would inevitably be forced to go to the front line by the group of universe-level demons above him.
No way...I have to investigate this matter myself!
No more time to waste!
A fierce light flashed in Aznar's eyes, and he quickly returned to the hall and rushed towards the direction of the imprisoned boss.
……
After a while, it came to a big door. It punched the door and stepped in.
The vassal who was still torturing his boss was startled. He turned around and saw that Aznar was there. He knelt down and said respectfully:
"My king, why are you here?"
Aznar ignored it and looked up at his boss.
The boss collapsed on the thorny bushes, each bone spur deeply embedded in his spine, and the blood oozing out was strangely suspended in the air.
His left eye had turned into a charred hole, with bone fragments stuck in the hollow of his cheekbone. His right eye was barely open, and his cloudy eyeball was covered with spider-web-like bloodshot.
Rusty chains were wrapped around his neck and wrists, and tiny gnawing animals emerged from between the links, gnawing at his exposed tendons with their sharp teeth.
Gear-shaped granulations were surging in the festering wound. Every time he twitched in pain, those granulations would bite and rotate, making a teeth-grinding metallic friction sound.
Under the torn suit, his skin was covered with crisscross burn marks and whipping marks, but there was no fresh bloodstain.
His fingertips twisted into claws, and spiral metal barbs grew where the nails had fallen off. At the end of each barb hung a drop of black blood that was about to fall.
When Aznar broke into the room, the boss's crooked head turned weakly, his cracked lips twitched, and a sound like gears jamming came from his throat. The blood that had overflowed from the corners of his mouth had long since dried up.
Witnessing this tragic scene, Aznar's eyes showed no mercy. He turned to the vassal kneeling beside him and asked:
"Is he still conscious?"
"I just lost consciousness after suffering some torture," the vassal replied quickly.
"Do we need to heal his wounds, stimulate his consciousness, and start over?"
"Ah."
"Ok."
The vassal flicked his fingers and ejected three dark purple magic crystals that embedded into the boss's vital points.
The lines on the surface of the magic crystal spread like a living thing, and a dazzling purple light instantly enveloped the cell.
The remains of the gnawing beast let out a shrill scream in the light, then turned into green smoke and dissipated.
The throne spikes slowly retracted, and the suspended blood beads fell back into the wound.
Sulfur-colored flames rose from Aznar's palms, and he pressed them roughly against the boss's festering back.
The charred skin and flesh peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the newly grown texture glowed a strange pearly white.
The boss's tilted head suddenly trembled, and blood foam mixed with broken teeth overflowed from his cracked lips.
Aznar pulled the chain aside, pried open his jaw, and poured a bottle of fluorescent potion into him.
The boss coughed violently, and dark red blood clots with a fishy smell came out of his throat.
The gnawed tendons made sounds like earthworms twisting, and the broken parts twisted and entangled again.
As the last burn mark on his tattered suit faded, the boss's fingertips suddenly spasmed.
The fingers that were originally twisted into claws slowly stretched out, and the fingertips where the spiral barbs had fallen off oozed out transparent mucus and condensed into the shape of human nails again.
"Talk when you wake up."
Aznar grabbed his boss by the bloody collar, his claws pressed against his nascent Adam's apple.
The boss's eyelashes trembled, and black substance oozed out of the hollow of his left eye, gradually condensing into the shape of an iris.
He pulled the corners of his mouth with great effort, his newly grown gums still oozing blood: "This is the first time I see you bandaging the wounds of a lamb to be slaughtered..."
Before he could finish his words, Aznar's sharp claws had already torn open his newly healed collarbone, and blood splattered on his body, still warm.
"Who the hell are you? Why can't your abilities be extracted?" Aznar stared at his boss and asked in a deep voice.
"Why should I tell you?" The boss sneered repeatedly without revealing any information.
Aznar narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly straightened up, exuding a particularly strong sense of oppression.
It looked at the boss with a hint of admiration in its eyes, and said with its hands behind its back:
"You've endured so much torture and yet you're still unwilling to reveal a single piece of information. Even if my soul were torn apart, it wouldn't help. Honestly, your willpower is quite strong."
"How about this." Suddenly, it changed the subject and made a suggestion:
"Let's each take a step back."
"As long as you are willing to hand over your abilities and cooperate with us in the extraction..."
"I can help you regain your strength and even reach the boundary level. The probability is quite high."
"After all, you were originally a top-level Calamity-level powerhouse, but you became like this only after using that forbidden hourglass."
"Oh?" The boss raised his eyebrows and sneered again:
"You mean... to turn me into a demon?"
"Why? Is it not possible?" Aznar asked back:
"Demons have an innate racial suppression. Even newly born demons are ten or even a hundred times stronger than you humans."
"As long as you are willing to cooperate, you will be liberated from this frail human body and embrace the abyss."
"Oh…."
The boss smiled softly, looked up at Aznar's eyes, and uttered a single word:
"roll."