God after all

Chapter 245 Jenelle Eaten by the Undead

"Second Young Master, although you tore Leila into pieces and ate it, it never blamed you, and said that you were only temporarily blinded by the curse."

The undead gathered from all directions, surrounded Genelle Krillottuya in groups, floating in the air in groups, babbling and talking non-stop.

Genelle was afraid to face them, avoiding the touch and embrace that rushed over him, accidentally dodged and smashed the broken and decayed stone guardrail, and fell from the corridor on the third floor.

The sound of stones falling to the ground echoed hollowly, intertwined with the rising dust.

The back touched the hard ground, the pain of the impact paralyzed the whole body, and the blood soaked the ground flowed from the back of the boy's head.

With dazed eyes open, he stared blankly at the lofty dome, and crowds of undead gathered around his field of vision.

"Second Young Master, why did you run away? Are you afraid of us?"

"You killed us! But now there is fear in your eyes."

"We are in so much pain, because we died under your claws and fangs, we can only wander here forever and cannot get out.

There is no place for us in heaven, hell, or on earth. "

"You degenerate human being, an evil and unclean person cursed by the Lord of Demon Gods, you have caused us to be implicated by the curse that fell on you."

"You caused the entire Krillottuya family to be destroyed with you and become a demonic existence like you."

"Why are you still alive? You are still as young and lovely as ever! Is it the power of the curse that gave you immortality?"

The voice of the undead became more grief-stricken and hysterical.

In the floating space where they were crying and laughing, they surrounded the small figure sitting on the ground in a circle.

500 years ago, Jenel was unfortunately cursed by the Lord of the Demon God, and has not changed until now, still maintaining the appearance of twelve or thirteen years old.

"Sorry……"

It was difficult for him to confide the three words, and the sadness in his eyes was unfathomable.

He was just a child, and the cruel reality he faced was enough to twist and tear his soul.

"Can being sorry be useful?"

Leila stared at the boy on the ground with tears streaming down her face, and screamed viciously: "Even if you die a million times, it's not enough to make up for the sins you committed."

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Please go to hell!..."

The collective curse of the surrounding undead stung Jenel's heart.

The boy collapsed into a daze, two tear streaks slid down his face.

The young woman's long laugh sounded from him, and it was Susanami, who had turned into a spider, laughing jokingly.

"It's such a wonderful and tragic scene, I like it! I haven't seen this kind of story in thousands of years, even I can't help but sigh."

This voice came from himself, and the shocked Genelle was stunned on the spot.

"Who is speaking?"

A frightened expression freezes on the boy's face.

"Hee hee hee, kid, why are you so nervous?"

"Who is it? Get out!"

"Today is your death day."

The shadow of death climbed to the corners of his brows and eyes, and Genelle had an expression of sudden breathing arrest.

"Haha, lingering here day and night, a necromancer who will never be reborn!"

Susanami's long laugh is like an evil ghost, bewitching the plankton in the void.

"Revenge! Kill the executioner in front of you, tear him apart, and let him taste the pain of being broken into pieces."

All the undead gathered in groups, casting indescribably terrifying shadows onto the ground.

Jenel, who was surrounded by the eyes of a tiger, felt the creepy killing intent.

"revenge!"

"I want revenge..."

"Go to hell, go to hell... the executioner!"

"The lackey of the Demon God, why don't you go to hell? Why are you still alive?"

"Everything is your fault!"

"I hate you!"

All kinds of voices huddled together, destroying Genelle's sanity.

He stared blankly at the undead in a state of madness, feeling extremely hopeless in his heart.

Susanami's shrill laughter pushed the chaotic scene to the extreme.

"Why are you still hesitating? Tear him apart, eat him, drink up his blood? Listen to his screams of pain!"

Bewitched and provoked by this female voice, many undead ghosts screamed and screamed, and poured their teeth and claws towards the ground.

Genelle was enveloped in an airtight moment, feeling the gnawing of countless teeth and the tearing of claws.

He couldn't help screaming, the pain that hit his body was tormenting him to the point of going crazy.

But his hysterical shouts only strongly released his pain.

He was so painful that his seven orifices were bleeding, and he spit out bright red hot liquid, his hoarse voice turned into a groan, his face was blurred with blood and tears, and he looked miserable and desolate.

"Tear you apart!"

"Eat you!"

"Drink your blood!"

"Unhook your bones!"

"We are so happy, we finally got revenge!"

Genelle's whole body was torn by claws, and his mouth was bitten. It became bloody and bloody, and his beautiful face was beyond recognition.

The hell-like torture he suffered turned his howling and howling into maniacal laughter.

He became like a deranged lunatic, and the bursts of laughter were his emotions after a breakdown.

"Hahahaha...so you hate me so much..."

His body turned into stumps and broken arms, intestines and stomachs flowed all over the floor, and his fingers rolled down.

"I hate myself too! I hate it so much... Please eat me up."

Desperate sorrow filled his tear-clouded eyes, and his broken heart turned into a final cry.

"Finally can... die..."

As soon as the dying words fell, the smiling head and eyeballs rolled down to the ground.

In one eye of the head, which was wide open, there was an image of the gate of the castle slowly opening, and a black knight on a horse came from the light gap.

After the head recognized Leng Ji, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly realized: "Is it your conspiracy? Son of a virgin?"

Yet no voice answered it.

Even the long-lost appellation like the Son of a Virgin can't evoke the slightest emotion in Leng Ji, and his expression is as calm as ever.

"It's so miserable, I never thought that the little devil would have such a day."

A hoarse voice came from the unmoving knight, and even the snake couldn't bear to look directly at the scene of what it saw and heard, and shivered slightly.

Disturbed by the sudden intruder, many undead stopped eating and all looked in the same direction.

"What a handsome man."

"It looks delicious."

"The aura emanating from him is too alluring."

Many undead were besieged here, hungry and thirsty and lonely for 500 years, now they have tasted the flesh and blood of Janelle for the first time, and they have become irresistibly addicted and become inhuman.

Finding that these things lost their last kindness, Leng Ji raised his right hand to his back, holding the hilt of the sword with five fingers.

Just this action of about to draw the sword is enough to deter the undead.

They started to panic for no reason.

"Those who don't know good and bad, go away! This noble boy, can you make an offense casually?"

The woman's voice rang out from the ground, but the ground was only scattered with scattered clothes, hands and feet.

A black spider crawled out of the clothes and transformed into a beautiful figure in a puff of smoke.

After seeing this beautiful and mysterious woman like a goblin, the suddenly realized head became furious, gathering enough strength to bounce off the ground.

Susanami easily grasped the attacking head with her hand and firmly controlled it.

(End of this chapter)