91 Wandering Demonic Poison King (2/2)

Currently he was lying in three pools of blood and was rather frustrated at his thoughts.

It had just been less than twenty minutes before they entered the village and found another person.

He had an incredibly carefree smile but he was surprised

”Oh? I didn't expect people to come this quick.”

A bottle of liquid was suddenly thrown in front of him and it quickly stuck onto Alexander.

The consistency was similar to sludge and Alexander was struggling to escape its grasp while the man suddenly lit it onto fire.

An unusual atmosphere was appearing from the sludge and Dean thought it was best to act rationally and put a cloth over his mouth in case there was something wrong with the gas.

But it was too late to warn Ellis as the grip onto his sword didn't seem tight while his standing was unsteady with shaking.

A pill appeared in the man's hand that was crushed into powder before dissipating into the wind.

If Dean was correct in his assumptions, this was the Wandering Demonic Poison King.

It was a dumb decision to ask that question in a battle and he could just outright lie.

He had already been stressing on the point of how the Wandering Demonic Poison King was used to using trickery but Dean never expected that his poison was this effective.

The next 15 minutes was just a general battle of attrition where Dean used the household items in the village to look for any deadly poisons or even as fans.

Once finding an opportunity to find a gap in the poison smog, Dean was able to get close and surprisingly impale the man with his hands.

Looking at the color of the Wandering Demonic Poison King's skin, it was clear he attempted to use poison as a type of tonic but had to use his own body to attempt it.

Putting the pieces together, his plan was probably to use the villagers as people to experiment on and blame it on a rampaging bandit group but his physical body was too weak to make any false evidence.

It was far too clean and the village didn't seem like it had been pillaged making it clear it was an odd case.

His enmity with this man had ended and he avenged Leonard's death.

Alexander and Ellis were dead but it was indeed sad.

But not a good type of sorrow for a healthy mind.

Dean felt frustrated and ashamed that he felt sad for them however it was for the wrong cause.

It was like, he was enjoying it.

There was an empty area in his heart but this sadness was able to temporarily fill it up but it was a disgusting feeling in of itself.

He couldn't cry as it wouldn't justify himself but he still had the decency to bury the bodies using the shovels of a nearby home.

The Wandering Demonic Poison King should have some notoriety making Dean know that people should be watching right now.

”COME OUT!”