Chapter 152: Enslaving Horrifying Mandrake (a) (1/2)

Finding it hard to believe that the true form of a horrifying creature was a cute little root with six legs, his eyes widened, a thoughtful look flashing across them. It might appear as a creature of terror to others, but in Elliot's eyes, it was far graceful than his undead brothers. Of course, no one was better than them as they were loyal to a cause.

Then, his eyes narrowed! He chased after it. Stamping his feet, he reached closer to it.

Noticing Elliot nearing it, the horrifying mandrake picked up its pace.

Panicking as its dear was at stake but managing to keep calm, It moved its gingery legs methodically, prioritizing running away and hiding from the monster that was creeping up to it.

Its speed increased up to three times that of Elliot.

Of course, it didn't have enough vitality or energy to keep moving at such a high speed for more than a minute or so.

Elliot's brows drew together as he found it hard to digest the sudden increase in its speed.

However, with a closer look, one in which he imbued the power of his godly right eye, he found out that the horrifying mandrake had ignited a portion of its remaining vitality to gain that boost in its speed.

A moment later, he saw the horrifying mandrake charging into a field containing rows and rows of thick bundles of bushes with all its strength. How could he not know what it was planning? The dumb creature wanted to outsmart him by hiding into the half a mile long and similarly wide field, making finding it as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

A look appeared on Elliot's face; this was one not of sanity but absolute obscenity, an odd mixture of scowling and disdain running through his eyes.

How can one fuck someone all over? The answer was as someone as the question itself. By letting them get what they want, then yanking them down from their high horse, down to the ground, down below one's knees, down to the point where one could stomp all over them until death do them apart.

'What expression would it make when that happens?' Elliot thought, feeling a chill surging into his bones, feeling his psychotic self tingling up his spine and crawling into his mind. From the shine in his eyes to the way he smiles, everything about him changed as if a ghost had suddenly possessed him.

On the other hand, the little guy reached further into the field.

”Heh, heh, heh, I've submerged myself in the field of moonlight bushes. Not only is the moonlight reflecting off of them bright enough to blind one's eyes, but there are so many and so tall that finding something as small as me inside of them is nigh impossible. I've successfully camouflaged myself from the bastard that destroyed my secondary body!”

Once the alpha in the ranks of spirit monsters, now a beta thought with an odd mixture of gleeful and murderous glint in its beady eyes, not knowing that he purposely let it go.

The horrifying mandrake was so immersed in its self-proclaimed victory that it closed its eyes, roaring laughter of delight ringing out of the hollow in the center of its root-like body.