[Madness]
With that word, the emotions of great anger fluctuated in Damon's body, rapidly burning his Life-force.
His exceptional black magic talent was evident even to Joe, who had a limited ability to see emotions and Life-force.
Despite Joe's limited understanding of the [Madness] spell, the redness of Damon's skin and the sudden expansion of his muscles and skeleton clearly indicated that it was not a typical black magic spell.
Joe shouted instinctively.
"Kill him! I'll take responsibility. KILL HIM RIGHT NOW!"
Joe cried out despite knowing that the compensation would be reduced if the target was dead.
The rapidly expanding body and the rope that seemed to break any time soon were telling him to kill Damon as soon as possible.
Fortunately, Owen, unlike his big size, was quick-witted and understood what Joe’s words meant, so he immediately carried out Jo's order. The only problem was that his opponent was faster.
BAM
As soon as he gathered the energy of black magic and swung his iron club aiming at Damon's head, a big arm came in front of Owen and blew him away, the 400 pounds of Owen away.
"Oh… FU*K, Fu*king sh*t."
Sam mumbled, fixing the twin pistols.
It felt like Damon was 5 or 6 meters tall and his muscles grew enough to tear his skin, so it felt like they were looking at a creature, not a person.
Above all, the wide-open eyes and drooling mouth said things won’t end beautifully.
"……."
"……."
"……."
Damon, Joe, and Sam stared at each other without a word.
Joe and Sam expected their opponent to immediately attack them, but they were mistaken. Instead of heading toward them, the opponent scanned the area and made his way toward Owen, who had been slammed into the wall.
“WURRRRRR…”
At the beast-like cry that echoed throughout the sewer, Joe looked around and searched for the Corpse dolls, hoping that they could team up and take on the monster together.
But…
"….What the fu*k."
Joe’s mouth opened wide looking at the scene.
Corpse dolls [Sniper] and [Warlock] took the dismantled body of [Rag] and were running far away.
It did not look like the figure of a corpse doll, but that of a typical human, as if they had sensed danger.
It made no sense that they made such a decision without an order from their owner.
However, the situation looked so bad that even Joe couldn’t resent them.
Right now, Joe had to make a choice.
Whether he will take care of that monster with Sam without the help of Corpse dolls, or whether to run away, leaving Owen as a sacrifice.
The trouble did not last long.
"Sam, cover me!"
"Okay, damn it!"
With those words, Sam started shooting.
At the bullets that came after a loud Bang, Damon raised his huge hands like an animal and blocked them.
But Sam did not look disappointed. After all, blowing the head away was not the aim from the start.
When the bullet hit the hand, black smoke exploded, blocking Damon's sight and sense of smell.
It was a black magic spell called [Black mist], and if someone were to be hit by it, they would be temporarily incapacitated and unable to react for a couple of seconds.
"I know what it feels like in that smoke. I've been through it before."
As he spoke, Joe consumed Life-force supplements purchased from the black market. He quickly extracted the processed emotions he received from the captain of the fighter crew, Cook, converted them into black magic and infused them into his body. The damp, gloomy sound of black magic filled the air as he felt his body rapidly strengthen.
‘I've replenished my Life-force, so I'll be fine for a while.’
Thinking, Joe, who had maximized his body's strength, sprinted forward and delivered a powerful punch to Damon's knees, in order to restrict his movement.
When the first blow went in, he felt something was wrong.
"What the hell is this body……"
"WURRRRRR!"
Despite the sound of impact, Damon didn't fall to the ground, but only appeared slightly injured.
Instead, he was filled with anger and swung his right leg with all his might, kicking Joe.
The surprising thing was that despite the rough kicks that Damon had dealt, Joe flew only a few steps back.
However, it wasn't for nothing as it allowed him to save Owen, who had fainted after being slammed into the wall.
The issue now was that Damon's target was now set on Joe.
"ARGGGGHHHHHH!!"
The disease-type Warlock Damon, roared like a wild beast, wildly moving in the black mist, and charged toward Joe.
Joe, who had been pushed back but was unharmed, quickly got back up and prepared to defend himself.
And while staggering, he thought back to a wild dog he had encountered on the street when he was seven years old.
The memory of the dog being so big and fierce that it scared him enough to make him wet his pants came to mind.
‘But not as much as him… Not as much as Dave.’
“WURRRRRR”
Damon bellowed and charged forward like a raging bull.
Joe waited until the last possible moment, then quickly sidestepped to avoid Damon's charge, and delivered a powerful punch with his knuckle fist.
No matter how much disease-type dark magic strengthened the body, there were limits to the vital points that could not be trained.
As if to prove this point, the giant beast let out a low scream and fell to one knee.
It was only a moment, but it was enough time.
"Sam!"
"Yes!"
Sam, who had been timing the attack, responded to Joe's call and immediately shot Damon in the head.
Damon raised his arm to block Sam's bullets, but they were enhanced with black magic and could easily pierce through rock, yet they only penetrated Damon's skin at best.
However, Joe didn't care, as the attack had left Damon's armpit exposed.
Joe quickly ran forward and swung his knuckle-wrapped fist into Damon's open armpit.
His fist was powerful enough to shatter the skull of most people. As he struck deep into the soft flesh, he could hear something breaking at the end of his fist, and felt a response in his hand.
"WURRRRRRRRRR!"
Damon screamed and writhed in pain. Even his movements while struggling with the pain were threatening, so Joe backed away.
"It was great!"
Sam loaded a bullet with maximum firepower and shouted happily, despite the fact that the gun could break from the force. He only used it when absolutely necessary.
‘But now is the critical time.’
CLACK CLACK!
The sound of the bullet being loaded echoed through the sewer, and Damon, who had been struggling in pain, suddenly turned his head and let out a powerful shout.
"Woohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
The shout was not just loud, but also contained physical shocks that shook the brain and intestines, similar to the black magic "Outcry" that Dave used.
Joe tried to defend himself, but was unable to avoid the shock and was briefly stunned.
Sam, who was preparing to shoot, was hit directly and lost consciousness.
"Ugh…"
Joe managed to get a chance to take him down, but the situation just turned upside down with that one shout.
The situation had turned in Damon's favor, but he was also suffering from a broken throat due to the powerful shout and was coughing up blood.
If he had acted sooner, Joe would have been knocked out, so it was at least a relief.
"…Uh."
Joe, who stumbled and managed to balance, pulled out a pipe bomb from his pocket and ignited it by pulling the string.
SHHHHHH!
Joe immediately threw the pipe bomb at Damon.
He didn't think this was going to kill him, but it would at least buy him some time.
BOOOM—!
The pipe bomb exploded with smoky smoke unique to the homemade bomb.
It wasn't as powerful as he thought it might have been, but Joe didn't mind and ran away as far as possible with Sam, who had fainted.
There were no specific plans.
He was just struggling to survive somehow.
Just like when he was a kid.
‘Wait, what about Owen? He's got a family.’
"WURRRRRRRRRR"
The pipe bomb exploded but didn't seem to do much damage to Damon. In fact, Damon jumped up and started running towards Joe, despite his injuries.
It didn't seem like there was any damage.
A limp leg, a drooping right arm, and a blown eye and face were proof of that.
It was an injury that ordinary people could not move, but Damon moved persistently, perhaps due to the power of black magic.
In addition, he stared at Joe with even more creepy eyes and started running frantically.
"WOOOOHHHHHHHH…”
BUMP!
BUMP!
BUMP!
BUMP!
BUMP!
The giant rushing at a tremendous speed was reminiscent of a truck.
Joe knew he couldn't run away with Sam, who couldn't stand on his own, and leaving him behind would mean certain death.
He found himself resenting Dave for leaving and not being here to help.
As Damon closed in, Joe's mind raced, trying to come up with a plan to survive this dangerous situation.
And at that moment…….
"Kyakyakyakyahhh.”
The corpse doll [Sniper] suddenly appeared and fired eight guns with eight arms.
It was as if dozens of gangsters were firing intensive shots.
Thanks to that, Damon also faltered and stopped.
"WURR….RRRRRR".
As Damon tried to rush in despite the damage, the corpse doll [Warlock] used [Black mist] to block Damon's view once again.
It wasn't enough, so it briefly absorbed Damon's Life-force and emotions, then created a [Black Javelin] and shot it in his leg.
Although Damon’s defenses were too strong to cause any proper damage, there was hope again.
The corpse doll [Sniper] approached Damon while firing a sawed-off shotgun in each of its two arms at Damon's upper body.
BANG-! BANG-! BANG-! BANG-! BANG-! BANG-! BANG-!
Dozens of lead bullets strengthened by black magic caused extensive damage to Damon's upper body, making it bloody.
The four-armed [Warlock] used four arms to shoot [Hate Bullet] and [Black Javelin], further widening the wound.
Damon eventually knelt down again due to accumulated damage.
But he was persistent.
Even though his vision and sense of smell were blocked by the black mist, he struck the cement floor as hard as he could and launched a counterattack by throwing a broken cement block piece.
Thanks to the use of both arms for throwing, [Warlock] and [Sniper] fell back.
The size of the cement block was also larger than expected, so they seemed to have suffered considerable damage.
Damon rose again, vomiting blood.
He was the one who would stop only if he died or his opponent died.
"Then as you wish…!”
Realizing that he had to kill Damon to survive, Joe put Sam on the floor and rushed in by pouring black magic into his body to the limit, and punching him with his fist.
BANG!
A fist that breaks down a human skull. However, despite the injury, Damon did not suffer much damage.
For Damon, it was a little painful, that was all.
Seeing it, Joe quickly took off his shirt, twisted it like a rope, hung it around Damon's thick neck, and punched his face repeatedly.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Every time Joe's fist stuck, Damon's face was crushed, his cheekbones sank, and his eyelids and nose were about to fall.
Nevertheless, Damon kept standing without falling down.
Eventually, Joe amplified the power by concentrating black magic on one arm even though he knew the strain was coming.
Damon slowly raised his hands to grab Joe.
"Haaa…"
————BANG!!
A roar echoed through the sewers as Joe took a deep breath.
It was literally the sound of a person breaking apart.
In fact, one side of Damon's face was completely shattered, and the arms that were trying to snatch Joe lost their strength.
It was over. Although his right hand was overloaded again. But it was over.
"Ugh…Ugh…"
"Oh, God, please."
Joe thought Damon would fall down this time, but it did not happen this time either.
Damon balanced again and slowly raised his arm.
To snatch Joe.
Now it has become unbearable and frightening.
Joe’s arms no longer had the power to punch.
As expected, this was the problem with the disease-type black magic. After a rough fight, he had to lie down for days even if he won.
‘If only I'd learned [Black suit]..'
It was then, Joe felt a strange sensation on his already overused arm.
[Warlock], whose leg was broken by the cement block, overlaid Joe's arm with [Black suit].
In response, Joe's right arm trembled with hideous black energy as it was given various black magic including [Muscle up].
It was like a devil's arm.
Joe, who was taken aback by the power in his hand for a moment, once again raised his arm high and hit Damon's face.
BANG———————!!
With that punch, the floor trembled to the point that water droplets dripped from the ceiling, and at the same time, Joe fell to his knees as if his whole body had lost all strength.
Damon, who was almost immortal, stretched out in a ridiculous posture, as his head burst like a rotten tomato.
"Ha…ha…Haa…….. Wouldn’t it have been nice if you guys helped a little sooner?”
Joe said as he looked at two approaching corpse dolls.
They were still bizarre and creepy, but it was so hard to argue.
“Kirrkirrkirrrr…”
“Kyakyakyakyahh…”
They were just giggling.
No matter how he looked at them, they did not look like ordinary corpse dolls.
He wondered whether it was because of the thing that Dave called [Child]
As he couldn't communicate with them, he couldn't argue or ask anymore, so Joe just sat on the dead Damon and took a breath.
Only after resting for a while, he could barely recover his breathing.
Joe, who had recovered his breath, asked looking at the dark passage.
"How long are you planning on peeking? Come out."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of armed people came out of the sewer passage. At first glance, they did not seem like an ordinary armed group, and looking at them Joe said.
"C’mon…… gimme a break."
(To be Continued)
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