Chapter 172: The Cult (4)
The middle-aged man donned in fancy clothes failed to live up to my expectations and just fell to the ground after turning into a hedgehog.
It would have been really cool if he was able to block a thousand needles…
Of course, after that, ten thousand needles would fly into him and turn him into a hedgehog.
In the meantime, the Blue Reapers were hugging each other and enjoying the joy of victory. They were looking at each other with rare bright expressions.
However, the Blue Reaper who had lost its precious human slowly approached its lying precious human, knelt down right next to her face, and looked down at her with a refreshing smile.
It was as if it was saying, ‘It’s over now, let’s go back together.’
However, the precious human was already unconscious, so I couldn’t see her expression.
The Blue Reaper, who had been patting its precious human’s cheek with a loving expression, quickly looked around to make sure the other Blue Reapers weren’t looking at it.
When it saw the other Blue Reapers were intoxicated with the joy of victory, it pulled its hat down and approached its precious human before hugging her tightly and letting go.
Then, with an embarrassed smile, it got up. However, what the Blue Reaper found after getting up from was the nine other Blue Reapers surrounding him.
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The other Blue Reapers who saw the Blue Reaper’s brave actions kept exclaiming <Amazing!> with slightly envious expressions.
The Blue Reaper who heard the praise pulled its hat down and looked embarrassed and proud.
However, something that didn’t fit the atmosphere was heard amidst the joyful conversation of the Mini Reapers.
“It’s meaningless.”
A guy with the exact same voice and appearance as the dead middle-aged man slowly appeared from the darkness of the passage. Even though he was an Object, his presence was so weak that it seemed impossible for him to regenerate or revive, so how was he able to revive?
Suddenly curious, I checked the killing conditions.
< Cessation of all life activity. >
It was a killing condition that was closer to the killing condition of a living being rather than an Object.
Come to think of it, the corpse of the man who had become a hedgehog was still lying on the floor.
So, it shouldn’t be a resurrection. Was he his twin?
The man tried to say something in a deep voice, but the blue reapers quickly began to write something in the air.
< A thousand needles made of water! >
Unfortunately, this time, he didn’t even try to stop it and just fell to the ground.
“It’s meaningless.”
“It’s meaningless.”
However, a bunch of middle-aged men who looked exactly the same as the previous two started to appear from the other side of the passage.
The scene of people who looked exactly the same filling the passage and approaching while saying the same things was extremely creepy.
The Blue Reaper wrote some strings in the air with a slightly bewildered expression.
< A bed made of water! >
< Protect us! >
It put its precious human on the bed, and a large water droplet appeared as if it was enveloping both the blue reaper and the attached human.
At the same time, the doppelganger-like men began to charge toward the Blue Reapers.
As the distance between the Blue Reapers and the men narrowed, I could sense something strange.
It felt like the men had something similar to the firewood that the Blue Reaper had.
Even though It was similar, it felt like an ominous firewood that looked like an image reflected in a distorted mirror.
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