I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

51 – Teacher (21)

A red aura equal to the temperature of blood enveloped my body.

My whole body was boiling under the influence of the destruction magic, but it felt rather cold to me.

Those who were still not dead were making fun of my body. In my body where pain naturally existed, it was not pain.

To me, pain means the devil is alive. Moving in front of me.

I held my breath and waved my hand.

Even with a light swing, the skeleton soldiers shattered like falling leaves in autumn. My ability to cut through a building with my bare hands made it so easy.

The voice muttered without breath—I thought about why a voice could exist without breath, but I gave up because I couldn’t understand it—was uncomfortable to hear. It’s okay, this is not my voice. It is just the voice of this body.

I clasped my hand. Finney, there was only bone meal there.

They did not gather, but scattered in the air, falling to the ground and finding their true form. It means dead

The rest of the undead was a little futile.

Looked ahead. There was still no blood flowing from her. Uncomfortable. Disrespectful

Why don’t you show me the only warmth you have left!”

– Snip.

As before, I extended her arm and cut off its left hand. A hand with a severed artery gushed out blood like a gust of water.

“It hurts… Your ability to regenerate is amazing! It was amazing to move with that burnt body, but it was possible because of regeneration! Do you think we get along well? We have a lot in common!”

As before, he touched the wound with his hand. With a mischievous smile, like showing a child magic tricks.

If there is a difference from the previous situation, the wound was not on her heart, but on her left wrist.

“But I told you that those attacks don’t work? Look… Huh?”

And the point that the wound does not regenerate.

“Blood is passion, good and humanity. I have proven that you also have a human side!”

I returned exactly what that demon had told me earlier.

A lot of blood was still gushing out from where the left hand was supposed to be. Its expression, which had been smiling all the time in front of me, distorted. The devil’s surprised expression was disgusting.

On the other hand, I, a wonderful human being, was laughing with joy.

“…Can’t play?”

I stretched out my arm again, this time cutting off its right arm.

– Fish!

The blood gushed out like a fountain again.

The demon who called himself Morbera still looked at his arms in bewilderment, as if he was unfamiliar with the sight.

“You put a spell on yourself so that others don’t play while you play?

It’s unfair to hear that it’s petty. The most despicable thing is not me, but the demons who exploit others and shamelessly do not die easily.

At least I don’t want to listen to this demon. Even when I was abusing this magic, I didn’t even have the ability to regenerate.

Morve ran quickly and bit her staff into her mouth. Then she drew some of her lines in the air with it. She looked impatient, but neither did she look servile. Because that person was excited even in this situation.

I was curious about what kind of fun it was going to play, so I let it go.

As expected, nothing great came out.

Bone powder that could not be completely erased was gathered. They kept gathering, gathering, and even pieces protruding from the corridor flew there. Just as dust is gathered to make a stone statue, the small pieces gathered to make a great mountain.

As soon as it took shape, a huge skeleton appeared.

A huge skull that looks like something out of a fairy tale. He stood in my way like a watchman guarding a treasure.

It was about the height of a three-story mansion, and its arms exceeded the length of the fence of a tolerable yard. With just one sweep of the floor with its massive arms, most people will fall off like bugs.

But bones don’t have blood. You can’t get blood from that dry, and dried corpse.

There was a hint of lack of mana to deal with that size. There is a limit to simply destroying and regenerating the body infinitely and securing extra magic power. I gave up the stigma that was blocking the regeneration of my shoulders. In order to apply it to the opponent, I gave up the magic that was applied to me.

The back is torn and a pile of flesh comes out. Blood soaks the floor, and bones protrude at the very beginning. Small muscles and blood vessels surrounding the bones are formed, and the skin is not covered, leaving a vivid red color.

The protruding flesh split and cracked like the branches of a tree, extending infinitely upward.

The red branches extended and decorated the ceiling. Upon reaching the ceiling, the branches broke through the walls blocking the sky, reaching higher and higher. The sky was decorated with my flesh, covering the rising sun. Clouds floated around in place of my blood.

This is a giant tree, and it has wings. It is the food that will give me infinite magic power, and the flag of rebellion that will cover the sky in red.

Flapping my infinite wings, I looked up at the skull. I’m really jealous that his gaze is above me.

“Huh.. Kyaha…”

When my wings adorned the sky, the one in front was adorning the earth with blood. Blankly looking at me That gaze was admiration.

“You… Were really attractive?!”

I got enough mana.

I waved my hand.

The skull that had been made in front of you was turned into powder and scattered. There was no need to reunite. There is no playback. New shoots do not sprout. Does not come together died quietly

As I blew my clenched hand, the powder flowed down between my fingers.

【Curse of Impossible Regeneration】

A curse that leaves scars that never heal and prevents recovery and regeneration. Magic that only I can use. My image itself.

Instead of rivers of milk and honey, a paradise where the blood of the wicked flows. A slightly warmer world will be created when that paradise arrives.

“Are you a demon lord candidate? I thought I liked you from the moment I saw you!”

No. The candidate for the Demon King is not me, but only this body. I’m just a petit bourgeois who wants to be happy.

I was out of breath. It was because I wasn’t breathing. Why didn’t you rest

Remembering it, it was because I didn’t want to let even the air of this world into me. I’m not jealous or breathless that the demons are better than me. The world where such things live proudly is disgusting and I can’t breathe.

Inferiority is an intangible noose. It makes you choke on your breath. Blood rushes to the head as if the neck is tightened, and thinking becomes dull. Also called anger.

Thousands of fire boil up and strangle me, as demonic things are not punished. This devastating reality takes my breath away.

The demon in front of me was even more terrible.

I bit off my finger and went up to it.

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Purify!

A drop of blood fell on his forehead.

In a flash, lightning fell. It was a divine punishment. It was the punishment I deserved.

Once again, lightning strikes. It went from once to twice, from two to three times, and the century after that didn’t bother counting.

I punished him for continuing to do so. The light, not knowing when it would end, continued to rise.

Human beings are demons, so what value is there in a world ruled by demons? Should be punished The sins of all must be washed away with blood.

We need to reorganize the world…

I don’t think so. What a fool to threaten peace in order to wish for it.

The moment I murmured and refuted myself, I regained my sanity a little.

The breath that was killing itself found vitality.

“…Whoop! Whoop! Whoop… Whoop, whoop.”

I breathed in again. Intense pain pierces the chest just by breathing. It’s a good pain right now. Perfect for mental processors.

Why am I like this?

The accident is strange. Expansive and abstract thinking is taking place. Unusual generalization, dualization, and even rapid development of thinking.

This isn’t just crazy. I like being half crazy, but I don’t like being crazy.

I have never felt this sensation before. When I saw a devil identical to my body before, when I saw the devil, it was the forced madness I felt at that time.

I rolled my eyes for a moment and looked over at myself.

Wings.

One of the parts that are like the devil’s symbol.

What are these horribly twisted giant tree-like wings? Her body smelled burnt due to the influence of magic, and her blood was luminescent and flowing through her veins.

I can’t even get out of my feet that this is not the devil. Who will believe me even if I tell you I didn’t believe in the country either.

I can’t show this to other people.

Especially, Lilia.

If I become a demon, she will never be held accountable to her.

“Eva!”

At that time, a human voice was heard.

While the smell of blood and burning stung my nose, the delicate scent of flowers passed by the corner of my nose.

I tried to hide my wings in shame, but my identity was already clearly engraved in her eyes. Branches extending infinitely, my wings rebellious toward the sky rose unbending.

I was out of breath again.

There was contempt in Lillia’s eyes. A feeling of shame runs through her body.

“…What are you like?”

I thought it was a bit like that.

“Sure.”

I felt embarrassed for no reason, and I answered without thinking, flapping my wings. The wings weren’t all that big, but with the movement, the ceiling was smashed and pieces of bricks fell like bread crumbs.

“Uh, um… This is pretty cool, isn’t it?”

Looking at Lillia’s expression, unfortunately, she didn’t seem to agree.