BXBX NOVEL Chapter 275 Peel His Skin
Chapter 275 Peel His Skin
Damian ignored him, turning his head to look at Morgana, who stood beside him. "Do you want me to deal with them alone, or will you assist?"
Morgana placed her hand on her cheek, considering. "Well, I wanted to practice my blood magic, but I still need to master my first attacking spell. You can handle them alone. We could use some of their bodies to practice your necromancy spells."
"Agreed," Damian replied. "Perhaps I can resurrect one of them as a mindless zombie. They are weak, so I might succeed."
The two conversed without concern for the bandits before them. Roderik, his brother, and the other bandits began to grow apprehensive.
"Stop the theatrics," one of the bandits scoffed. "We\'ve seen this act before."
"Yeah, cut it out. We know you\'re just scared. Your nonsense won\'t save you from death," another bandit chimed in.
Damian\'s patience wore thin with the bandits\' taunts. He gestured with his hand, targeting the two who had spoken.
Activating his Telekinesis, Damian pulled the two bandits toward him, rendering them helpless.
"You are nothing but ants," Damian sneered.
He then lifted the two bandits into the air, their bodies suspended high above. The other bandits watched in stunned silence, frozen in place.
When Damian deactivated his ability, the two bandits plummeted to the ground before the others.
A gruesome sight unfolded as their bodies hit the ground, sending a shiver down the spines of the remaining bandits, particularly Roderik, who now began to believe Damian had indeed defeated the wyvern.
"We may have begun on the wrong foot," Roderik conceded, taking a few steps back.
The bones of the two bandits lay shattered, their faces frozen in despair even after death.
"Now you want to run away? After all the things you said to me and Morgana?" Damian\'s voice cut through the tense air.
Using his Telekinesis once more, Damian summoned two chairs from a nearby carriage and seated himself comfortably. "You know what? I won\'t fight against you."
Morgana sat beside him, her curiosity aroused. \'Will he let them go?\' she wondered.
Then, employing his mind powers once again, Damian seized control of the minds of all the bandits except Roderik and his brother. The mind-controlled bandits turned on each other, engaging in deadly combat.
"What are you doing? Stop!" Roderik shouted, attempting to intervene.
His efforts were futile. As he moved to take action, his body remained immobile. Damian had ensured that Roderik and his brother couldn\'t budge an inch.
"You will watch your bandits kill each other, knowing that you will follow their fate in the end. You will die here, and there\'s nothing you can do about it. Enjoy your final moments," Damian declared coldly.
As the gruesome scene unfolded before his eyes, Damian casually helped himself to some food and drink from the carriage. Freshly cooked potatoes and beer were at hand, and he savored the moment while the bandits met their demise.
Only three individuals remained motionless amidst the chaos: Roderik, his brother, and the hired guard who had insisted Damian take the night watch. The guard would suffer for his actions, and Damian hadn\'t forgotten.
Meanwhile, the other merchants struggled to comprehend the unfolding horror. Some attempted to flee, only to discover their bodies were frozen in place.
"You stay here," Damian instructed the merchants. "We\'re in this together, remember? I\'m not here to harm you, but to deal with the bandits. Or would you prefer to face their wrath?"
Though reluctant at first, the merchants gradually resigned themselves to their fate, ceasing their attempts to escape and waiting for Damian to finish off the bandits.
The bloodshed among the bandits persisted for thirty agonizing minutes, until finally, all lay dead.
Roderik, his brother, and the hired guard trembled, realizing their fates would likely be no different.
"Please spare us," the hired guard pleaded. "I\'m deeply sorry for my actions and words! They coerced me into it!"
"Now you\'re trying to shift the blame? Shut the hell up, you bastard!" Damian\'s voice was sharp as he rose from his chair.
The road was now littered with bodies and soaked in blood, a gruesome sight that made most of the merchants feel queasy at the mere glance.
Fixing his gaze on Roderik\'s brother, Damian commanded using his mind control, "You will peel the skin off this hired guard and make him suffer. Slowly."
The hired guard began to tremble in fear. Damian turned his attention to him and added, "And you, you will remain still and feel every ounce of pain."
Roderik attempted to intervene, urging his brother to resist. "Don\'t do this. You\'re stronger than his mind control!"
But his brother\'s response was chilling. "No, I\'m not. I\'m his slave, and I\'ll do whatever he commands."
Such was the extent of Damian\'s formidable mind powers. While the bandits might not have been particularly powerful, Damian\'s abilities were still extraordinary.
Roderik\'s brother picked up a knife and commenced the gruesome task of peeling the guard\'s skin. The scene was far more disturbing than the earlier killings, and the guard\'s screams reverberated throughout the Black Mountains.
Of all present, Roderik suffered the most, forced to witness the horrifying spectacle up close. Blood splattered onto his face and clothes, and he even lost control of his bladder in sheer terror.
Damian smiled, his voice taking on a melodic tone. "You\'re next, Roderik. You\'re next."
The chilling smile and voice of Damian sent a terror to Roderik, and he was almost fainting as a way to escape reality. But Damian would not let him do it. Everyone who schemed against him would suffer!