In the end, Horus was the winner.
He held Jonah down tightly, his head trembling on his throat, until Jonah's body was completely motionless. Then he raised his upper body and spat out the torn flesh and blood with a "Puh".
"hehe……"
He found Jonah's hand and forcefully pried open his fingers. He picked up a blood-stained gold ring and held it high up, staring at it with a fascinated look on his face.
"Bang!"
The next moment, a stone hit him on the forehead.
He shuddered violently and turned around to see Helen with her hands open, gasping for breath, and a dark stone the size of a human head at her feet.
His lips moved, he wanted to say something.
But he didn't say it.
His body slowly fell down.
It was not until this moment that Hitzfeld...and all the onlookers breathed a sigh of relief.
But it seems that fate always likes to play jokes on people.
Horus's one eye suddenly opened again, and he suddenly stretched out a hand to grab the handle of the crucible and lifted it up with all his strength!
wow——
The chilly undead marrow fluid fell into the air and splashed towards Hitzfeld.
This is--
Hitzfeld had no time to dodge.
Her tense nerves had just relaxed and she could only stare blankly at the unknown liquid falling towards her.
call!
A dark shadow flashed before my eyes.
When she came to her senses again, she saw Darent, the shady partner she had just met, lying on the ground, with cold white smoke spewing out of his body.
"you!"
Her eyes suddenly turned red.
Of course she understood that it was Darent who helped her block the attack!
Hitzfeld squirmed to get closer to her partner, her mind full of past images of the bastard pestering her for fried pork chops.
Mapes-Dallent!
You...don't be in trouble!
Don't be in trouble!
I just lost my wife.
I have only just met you!
It can't be this kind of bizarre plot, right?
...What a joke!
"it's useless……"
Seeing that the liquid did not splash the girl at all, despair flashed in Horus' eyes.
But he lay on the ground, watching Hitzfeld continue to crawl towards Darent, and a hint of pleasure appeared on his face.
"The breath of death... chills the bones."
"It is not a medium that has been shed with blood... it is touched by a mortal..."
“…He will definitely die!”
As if to confirm his statement, Darent lay there motionless, with only his back facing the girl.
"..."
Hitzfeld bit his lower lip so hard that he didn't even notice that it was broken.
Two lines of tears flowed down her face one after another. She stared at the man's back, her heart full of sadness and regret.
If only she could calculate a little more...
If only she had been more careful...
"Correct."
In the darkness came the voice of Mapus-Dalent.
"Then I wouldn't have to die."
"!"
Hitzfeld's expression froze.
"!!"
Hitzfeld looked surprised.
"...?"
Hitzfeld's smile gradually disappeared.
"...!??????"
Hitzfeld's expression gradually distorted.
"Dairen...T?"
"cough."
The man lying there moved and suddenly turned over, revealing his current appearance completely to the girl.
White smoke was still coming out of the head, face and chest. It could be seen that the liquid had been splashed there and it had indeed caused serious impact.
But this seriousness is only for mortal bodies.
At this moment, all of Darent's exposed skin and flesh were covered with wood grain, and under the dim light, they looked like rotten wood.
"In 1948, a man named Mapus Darent was forcibly fused with evil organs in the ruins and was about to become a mindless, lifeless puppet."
"He thought he would spend the rest of his life in this remote town until he met a man named Peter Bram, who cured him of this incurable disease..."
Passing by Hitzfeld's dull face, Darent looked at the shocked doctor again.
"Long time no see, Dante."
"How does that sentence go... Oh, right..."
"I held you in my arms when you were born."
Chapter 32 Watcher of the Abyss
As Darent spoke out word by word these words that he may have held back for a long time, Hitzfeld...her remaining confusion finally collapsed.
She finally understood... Maps Darent, why he had to be her partner and guide.
Why is it that even though he seems to have no ability, he is so sure that he can protect her?
And why he didn't like being near the stove...
Why is he not afraid of the cold? He can sleep all night in that room temperature with only a thin blanket and still be fine...
Yes……
Yes……
All this was because he was the reason - the protagonist of the reason that he had originally described in person, which had touched her and attracted her to the town of Barvik.
Like her, he had fused organs belonging to non-human creatures.
Maybe he once suffered from insomnia.
He was very familiar with the town of Barvik.
He is a wooden man, so he is not afraid of low temperatures at all...
After understanding all this, Hitzfeld's resentment quickly dissipated.
She is not an unreasonable person. She still has to throw a tantrum at this time because of being "deceived".
She believed that Darent concealed this information in order to train her and also to keep it as a backup plan - a backup plan that even deceived his own people.
That's what it means to be a guide, isn't it?
She didn't even have time to be thankful, so what right did she have to complain or be angry?
As Horus glared in his one eye and died completely, Helen finally had the opportunity to slowly cut the rope with the knife.
She first cut the ropes that bound the doctor.
The doctor took the knife right out of her hand, looked at her, turned it over to the other side, and freed Hitzfeld with a few cuts.
"……sorry."
Helen blushed.
"It doesn't matter."
Darent was still making sarcastic remarks beside him: "The situation at that time...it would have been more dangerous if you had cut it off~"
After a while, everyone's hands and feet were free again. At Hitzfeld's request, Bram carefully examined Darent and roughly confirmed that he was really fine.
"I don't understand his body structure," said Bram.
"From the skull to the torso, almost 99% of it can be transformed into a wood-like material... Are you also made of wood inside?"
"If so, then I really have to become a puppet."
Darent grinned.
"But some organs have indeed been transformed. Anyway, it should be considered a miracle to become like this."
"Incredible."
Bram sighed as he checked.
This person said that he was rescued because of his father?
Does my father have this ability?
He had no recollection of that at all.
As Hitzfeld watched this scene, another face came to his mind.
It was a somewhat stiff puppet face with the corners of its mouth always stuck into a smile.
walnut.
Both come from the library. It and Darent are a puppet and a wooden man respectively.
Thinking back more carefully, she could always hear the sound of the old tree roots entwining when she was waiting at the bar.
The organization Wheel of Fortune seems to be inextricably linked to "wood"?
And Darent said that his organs were originally fused in the ruins.
organ.
If fused, it will become a puppet.
Could this relic be... the place in Curse of the Golem that has not been found to this day and is not even sure whether it exists?
"It's not appropriate for you to know too many secrets right now."
Darent took the knife from the doctor and said as he dug out the part of his wooden body that was corroded by the necromancy fluid.
After the gap was dug out, the wood would grow back to fill it. So when he removed this state and restored it to its original state, he couldn't tell that there was any damage.
"Ms. Hitzfeld."
"Mr. Drent."
Helen and Bram looked at each other.
