Chapter 1203 – #284_The Witch of Proverbs (2)

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About 50m.

“I need at least some armor before I can trust you.”

“But if you even hit me in the face with that armor on, her head would explode like a watermelon. It’s difficult.”

This is the street where Orselia and Siu stand in a confrontation.

In general, it is a long way for human-human interaction to occur unless you rely on machines.

However, the distance was long enough for two people, who were classified as transcendent even among witches who were transcendent, to have a conversation.

Also, there was no problem with just slightly extending one’s hand and aiming for each other’s throat in one go.

“You’re going to eat me the moment I take it off, right?”

“Are you too much of a coward compared to your great majesty?”

“There is no use in provoking.”

To compare the danger posed by the combination, it would be like two sports cars playing a game of chicken at 300 km/h, coming within 10 meters apart.

At this moment, Siwoo considered many things.

You can already launch a preemptive attack and immediately enter close combat.

Due to her recent growth, Siwoo is capable of engaging in mid-range and long-distance combat as well, but the engagement distance that can lead to comparative advantage is ultra-close combat.

Now equipped with the Titan, Siu’s close combat power surpasses her even Eloa.

If you can get closer than this, there is a possibility that Orcelia will suffocate before she can do anything.

I will break her neck in one fell swoop, throw down a red branch, and finish her off with a ‘green spear.’

“Then…”

“Don’t come closer. Because I don’t completely trust you either.”

As soon as she took a step forward, Orselia took a step back.

As Orselia retreated, a smile that could not be interpreted was seen.

It seems like they are regretful about not being able to get closer as a result of not trusting each other, and it also seems like they are being mischievous to tease Si-woo for his hesitation her.

It seems as if he is trying to see through all of Si-woo’s foolish efforts and ridicule her, or it seems like the impulsive actions of a madman driven by her desires.

Although I have negotiated and talked with many witches, this is my first time dealing with a twisted human like Orselia.

I can’t figure it out at all.

If it’s neither this nor that…

Does Orcelia also think the same way as Siwoo?

Let’s bring it as close as possible.

From Siwoo’s point of view, Orselia gave up a distance of 50 meters defenselessly, but on the other hand, Orselia may see the foolish and young male witch walking toward the deadline because she could not resist the temptation.

Anyway, this much is certain.

Whatever Orselia’s plan is, the fact that she allowed a gap of 50 meters means that she is confident that a sudden engagement will occur at close range.

“…”

“…”

The gap did not get wider or narrower, but the two people’s gazes collided as they stood still.

After a long silence, Orselia broke the silence with a soft voice.

“What do you see me as?”

Orcelia raised her arms as if in surrender.

It doesn’t really mean anything to the witch, but it’s a gesture that shows she generally has no will to fight.

She took her first step.

She slowly walks towards Si-woo, who has not taken off his Titan.

“For me. It is a mirror that reflects your heart.”

“Is it suddenly a mystery?”

“If you desire, I will also desire. If you are wary of me, I will be wary too. If you try to kill me, I will also try to kill you.”

She doesn’t see any movement of magical power in Orselia, who is getting closer little by little.

Siwoo was also keeping his mana down to the fullest, but momentarily raising his mana and showing explosive power is his specialty.

The distance between the two is 10m.

Now we can really discern each other’s trivial facial expressions without magic.

“I’ll ask you again. You can see it better from this distance, right? Well, whatever I think I want, tell me what you want from me. “I can be anything.”

46cm to 120cm.

Orcelia approached without hesitation the gap that Edward Hall defined as the distance of her personal relationships.

Orselia’s strangely fascinating naked body was even more magical and dazzled the eyes of hers.

Siu tried to see Orselia’s true nature in her dark purple eyes.

The saint’s mercy extends endless mercy to the weak.

The lust of a prodigal woman who seeks sexual pleasure even while wallowing in the fires of hell.

The madness of a tyrant who kills others without any malice when he feels like it.

An animal’s desire to grab what it wants by blindly pursuing profit.

The futility of a skeptic who laughs at everything in the world and treats it like a lump of charcoal.

It’s the same as before.

Orselia seemed like a collection of plurals, not singular.

As she said, it seemed like an amorphous monster that could transform into any shape.

“We. Be honest. “Show me what you want.”

But it is finally visible.

Something black and sticky, like a lump of thick melted tar, is showing countless masks in front like decorations.

This is the essence of Orselia.

It is death.

Siwoo’s five senses, strained to their limits, captured a scene that could never have been seen when facing each other.

Orcelia, who approached with the pretense of non-resistance and good intentions, was full of tongueless mouths, mouths, mouths, mouths all over her back.

The teeth of a predator shine like bars, ready to devour at any time.

Of course, it is not something you actually see with your eyes, but an imagination that has become so vivid that it becomes no different from what you are seeing in front of your eyes.

The distance between intimate relationships is from 0cm to 46cm.

A distance between people where skinship is possible and only a minimum amount of private space is required for self-defense.

Orselia, who entered inside, tilted her head with an innocent expression and asked.

“What should I do?”

Among the Titans, the parts that can be easily attached and detached are the groin and hands.

Siwoo dismantled the gauntlet.

“Aang.”

Her hand reaches out and gently cups Orcelia’s her breast her.

It would be no shame to say that the sensation itself is ecstatic.

The skin is much softer than it looks.

Skin that feels surprisingly hot and elastic.

With just a touch, the urge to give in to desire abounds.

At the same time, it gives me goosebumps to the point of nausea.

This is because I strongly confirmed it the moment I touched her body.

This female body is not at the level of an ‘ideal body’.

Like the light on the forehead of a lanternfly, or the sweet scent emitted by a carnivorous plant.

It is itself a fatal temptation for a predator to use its prey as food.

It is nothing short of a strong curse that causes the male to shake his back like a monkey from the moment the flesh is wrapped until the moment his head is eaten.

“Hehe, it’s soft, right? My insides are sweeter…”

Orselia, who was smiling as if accepting her foolish look her, took advantage of the moment when her eyes blinked and Siwoo’s body her moved like a comb.

-Sigh!

She let go of her breast her in an instant and grabbed Orcelia’s her shoulder her.

Here, ‘break’ is not just a metaphor.

Orcelia’s shoulder blades were crushed like cookies by the force of her grip, and the skin and muscles inside them burst and spilled through the cracks of her hands like soggy tomatoes.

A distortion field was instantly woven in her opposite hand, creating a red branch.

It is a single-window version that can be used at very close range.

A dark purple mist spread from Orselia, who had grasped the situation, like her ink.

-Pussy!

However, faster than that, a red branch shot upward, penetrating under Orselia’s chin and bouncing up onto the top of her head.

The eyeballs, unable to withstand the momentary shock, spun around in the eye sockets and burst like grapes that have been stepped on, and the white teeth were all broken as they clashed against each other.

The reason I bothered to aim for the head is because of my previous combat experience.

What is more important to a witch than life is the preservation and transmission of stigma.

Just as men react faster to a kick to the testicles than to a punch to the face, witches also instinctively reacted faster and prepared for attacks aimed at stigma.

-Hook

At the same time as the red branch was removed, the penetrating stigma was clearly cut in the lower abdomen.

He grabbed her shoulder to prevent her from escaping, and with his her hand her, he twisted her tattered head and killed her.

With her head her gone, Orcelia’s hands and feet her trembled like insects greeting her rigor mortis.

It was a scene more horrifying than most gore movies, but Siwoo did not hesitate.

It’s not even my first time seeing this scene.

I also know that I must be able to be cruel when necessary.

Also, the confirmation bias that I couldn’t kill this monster lingered like an echo if I didn’t do something like this.

Still, I can’t help but feel dirty.

“I’m sorry.”

Still, we captured a dangerous enemy with minimal waste.

In the end, when they leave this fishing port, they will use green spears and red branches to devastate this place until not a single insect can survive for tens of thousands of years.

So that we cannot even dream of resurrection or recovery.

“Are you doing nothing?”

“… “Okay then.”

Siwoo looked back.

There, a healthy Orselia was squatting next to a damaged Orselia like a gore movie prop.

“Is it time or something? It’s still clean underneath. Or looking at normal parts with a perverted gaze. Either that, or he masturbates to the thrill of reminiscing about the sad death of the beautiful woman who was alive just a moment ago.”

“Can’t we just go a little bit easier? How did you survive?”

Siwoo raised his magic power.

Orselia laughed.

“Anyway, this is what I was thinking. So this was your ‘craving’. Rumors to say and speaking habits Compared, it’s pretty normal, right? “I thought it must be a pervert.”

It appears that Si-woo’s true intentions were read using some kind of magic, like in ‘Poetry of Confession’.

Seeing as the body has disappeared completely, it appears to be some kind of illusion.

It is a sophisticated illusion that is difficult to properly determine where it is an illusion and where it is truth.

23 Is it possible for a nobleman who was said to be the strongest in the hierarchy to be a member of the summoning class?

The surprise attack ended in failure.

Nothing will change.

“Bloom.”

Siwoo activated his magical power.

“Because we both got caught.” Let’s stick together properly. I’m sorry, but I can’t spend much time with you.”

Orselia laughed sarcastically.

“We are already fighting. Therefore… In reality.”

“What?”

“Eight. Doesn’t it hurt?”

Siwoo looked down at his arm inadvertently at Orselia’s words his.

And he felt something was missing.

His right arm is completely gone along with the armor.

A terrible pain, as if she had been burned, spread across her brain, and the scenery before her eyes changed.

A completely destroyed city covered in purple fog.

“… What the fuck…”

Si-woo is lying down in the ruins of the collapsed bell tower.

There is no right arm.

There was no bleeding, but my whole body was throbbing as if it had been pressed once with a press.

In the distance, unrealistic tentacles danced viciously as if Cthulhu had descended.