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Resentful spirit, that is a terrible existence.

Creatures that attempt to destroy the resentment will suffer all the hatred of the resentment, and then the soul will be wounded and die.

Only a small number of creatures can survive the death experience, but the resentment of the resentment will always remain.

Cursed existence, as long as the soul is swallowed by resentment, a new resentment will be born...

Just hearing its footsteps, Secura began to gasp for breath, a biting chill emanating from her heart, holding her heart tightly.

The right hand holding the magic husband gradually became weak, and when she lost the consciousness of the right hand, the magic husband also fell to the ground.

The magic statue withered like a dry branch, the outer skin gradually fell off piece by piece, and finally only a pile of rotten black soil remained.

The body that became abnormally weak did not collapse, and Secura was still panting and turned to look at it.

Accompanied by a tingling sensation, the right eye was suddenly filled with red liquid, and then flowed down the cheeks, falling to the ground drop by drop.

Its fur that was supposed to be silver was now an unidentified pure black, and the blue pupils that were full of wisdom were now red with only resentment.

It opened its fangs that were covered with the flesh and blood of its enemies, let out a low roar of dissatisfaction, and repeatedly grabbed the ground with its front claws that tore through countless flesh.

Secura let out a piercing scream, and knelt on the ground with his hands clenched and fists pressed in front of his chest.

The world was dyed red with blood, the mouth and nose were full of blood, and there were bursts of howls in the ears, and the pain of tearing the soul followed closely behind.

Unable to bear all this, Secura couldn't continue to maintain his consciousness and wanted to escape, to escape from everything that brought pain.

Bite! Devour! Destroy everything! Hate all living things! Hate all life!

Secura, who had lost her lower body, lay quietly in the pile of corpses covered with maggots. A few maggots were crawling around in her empty right eye, but she didn't pay much attention to it, and just used the only remaining left eye. Watching the materialized nightmare create more broken flesh.

There were some noises from the corpse pile not far from Secura, and something was gradually crawling towards her, but there should be no other creatures here besides her.

No longer staring at the nightmare, Secura watched as a hand completely red with blood stretched out from the pile of corpses, blood dripping from that hand incessantly.

The **** face also crawled out of the corpse pile, and the mouth on the switch kept opening as if trying to convey a message.

Getting closer, Secura even felt a lot of blood flow to her body, and felt an unexpected temperature from the blood.

The **** hand touched Secura's cheek, very lightly, with no intention of hurting her at all, but Secura felt a faint pain in her chest.

Tears, no longer red liquid, but hot tears that were no longer normal slipped down from the corner of Secura's eyes.

Why do you feel so uncomfortable? She shouldn't feel anything now.

Why can't I stop the tears? Now she should only know how to hate.

Struggling, Secura tried to get up, grabbing the **** hand.

Pain, screams, fear of death surrounded her again, but there was something else.

Someone hugged him tightly, and Secura was biting on that person's shoulder.

The smell of rust filled his mouth, and the liquid slid down from the corners of his mouth with a repulsive thickness.

She immediately released her mouth, and what caught her eyes was... Salvatore, whose whole body was covered in his own blood...