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Chapter 182 Bloodbath Against "Kingpin"

The crimson tentacles, shimmering with an eerie light, exuded a sharp aura that sent chills down one's spine.

These didn't seem to be tentacles made of flesh and blood at all, but rather sharp spikes forged from steel.

Thousands of tentacles rolled back.

Like a sea of ​​blood, it brought with it a storm of blood and gore.

The clown Erin, surrounded by billions of tentacles, was pierced by thousands of tentacles at the same time before he could make any move.

Like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, it was directly nailed to the carpet of flesh and blood.

Kingpin, hidden in the darkness of the slaughterhouse, saw the figure pierced by the thousands of tentacles he had conjured. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes, which were almost completely obscured by rings of fat.

Just as he was about to control the thousands of blood-red tentacles that pierced the body of the clown Erin, opening his "mouthparts" to suck the powerful and mysterious flesh of the clown Erin and turn it into resources for his own evolution.

Hiss...

A sound like paper tearing was heard.

The clown Erin, who had been stabbed to pieces by thousands of blood-red tentacles, blurred for a moment and, in Kingpin's shocked gaze, transformed into a pale paper figure.

The paper figure had a deliberately drawn smiling face facing "Kingpin," seemingly mocking something silently.

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"How scary..."

"If I actually got pricked by so many disgusting barbs, wouldn't I feel nauseous?"

Just then, a faint voice echoed from the dark slaughterhouse.

Wearing a clown mask, Erin stood atop the carcass of a cow with a tag still on its rear end. He looked at the paper figures outside, which had been torn to shreds by the enraged tentacles, and patted his chest, feigning fear.

But the obvious sarcasm in his words made it impossible for anyone to believe that the Joker Erin was truly afraid.

Following the sound, they quickly discovered that the clown Erin had somehow sneaked into the slaughterhouse.

Feeling like he'd been tricked, Kingpin felt an overwhelming surge of anger.

next second.

Within his body, which resembled a giant lump of flesh, countless blood-red tentacles writhed rapidly as if enraged, like a crimson wave.

Beneath the surging crimson tide, the clumps of flesh and blood forcibly plundered from various corpses on Kingpin's body seemed to come alive.

Under the weaving of blood-red tentacles, it quickly transformed into a giant hand over two meters long.

Almost the instant it took shape, the rotting giant hand, composed of countless pieces of decaying flesh and withered bones, slammed down fiercely towards the clown Erin, who was not far away.

Through the [Crystal Eye] above his right eye socket, the clown Erin had begun to adjust to the abnormal darkness of the slaughterhouse.

At this moment, one can clearly see that within that giant palm, there are worm-like creatures constantly wriggling.

The instant I saw those blood-red worms.

Beneath the clown Erin's exaggerated smile, a sudden chill ran down my spine.

"Another worm..."

Upon seeing these worms, the clown Erin subconsciously recalled the worm plague he had stopped not long ago.

It also reminded Erin of the time when he was taken advantage of by that evil priest who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Damn!

Could Kingpin have also been corrupted by the worm god worshipped by that evil god, causing him to lose control and become distorted?

In the blink of an eye.

The clown Erin quickly memorized the evil god that used worms as a symbol.

If Kingpin's distortion is also related to that evil god.

Then things will get complicated.

No.

To be precise.

This world is in danger.

The fact that it can repeatedly spread corruption within the Marvel universe suggests that the evil god may not be far from the Marvel world.

For Erin.

This is not good news.

"Snapped!"

Before the clown Erin could think too much, he...

The rotting giant hand, carrying an endless stench of decay, slammed down towards the location where the clown Erin was standing.

"Smack..."

It was accompanied by a loud, muffled thud.

The cow that was at the feet of the clown Arryn, which Kingpin was using as a reserve food, was smashed into a pile of minced meat by that rotting giant hand.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The clown Erin, who should have been smashed along with the beef cattle, was transformed once again into a paper doll with a sinister smile, full of mockery, in Kingpin's rage.

Just as that rotting giant hand smashed another paper doll of the clown Erin.

With pins hanging from his fingers, the clown Erin threw a huge package precisely next to Kingpin's massive head.

"Surprise!"

"You've attacked me so many times, enjoy the little gift I brought!"

In the center of the enormous mass of flesh.

After seeing the package that the clown Erin threw at him.

A hint of fear seemed to appear on Kingpin's increasingly ferocious, obese face.

The gift that the clown Arryn gave to Kingpin was nothing other than...

On the way here, they casually robbed a gang's armory and seized all the hand grenades from their headquarters.

The pins in the Joker Erin's hand were the safety pins for those hand grenades.

"snort!"

Despite the large bag of grenades hurtling toward his face, Kingpin, who had previously withstood a blast from the Joker Erin's flying knife, remained completely unfazed.

This is not the same as the ordinary flesh and blood that was blown to pieces by the exploding flying knives before.

His brain.

Although it was no longer Kingpin's fatal flaw, it was still the part he least wanted to get hurt.

because······

The brain was Kingpin's last remaining shred of reason.

If the brain is destroyed.

Kingpin, having already undergone irreversible distortion, is about to completely lose its last shred of sanity.

He went mad and became a monster that only knew how to devour flesh and blood to evolve.

By then, King will no longer be "Kingpin".

Such power is not what Kingpin wants.

In the blink of an eye.

The rotting giant hand that had swatted away one of the Joker's paper dolls retracted and blocked Kingpin's enormous head, completely covering it.

at the same time.

Near the rotting giant hand.

From within Kingpin's clumps of putrid flesh, a gaping, grotesque maw suddenly opened.

He took a bite and swallowed the "bomb gift" thrown by the clown Erin!

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boom!

A loud bang followed.

A huge cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded.

The thick blood mist, mixed with countless fragments of flesh and blood, was swept in all directions by the massive shockwave.

Meanwhile, in the slaughterhouse, the enormous mass of flesh, which was already over ten meters long, was also violently exploded, creating a crater about two meters in diameter.

Even though Kingpin's body was enormous at this time, this giant crater still occupied a significant portion of his body.

Inside that giant pit.

Each charred, blood-red tentacle twitched slightly, twisting and writhing as if trying to alleviate the "severe pain" in its body.

"A good opportunity."

Using the venomous threads of resentment that pierced the ceiling, the clown Erin, lying dead in the slaughterhouse, showed no intention of letting Kingpin go.

With a flick of the wrist.

The two explosive throwing knives that had once appeared in the Joker's hands were now once again in the Joker Erin's right hand.

With a sudden, powerful flick!

These two incredibly powerful throwing knives, like two black lightning bolts, swiftly traced two arcs in mid-air before shooting into the huge crater created by the clown Erin's bomb.

next second.

The deafening explosion rang out once again.

This time, Kingpin's already massive body, which had been blasted with a large hole, was blasted into countless pieces of limbs and severed arms.

In an instant, waves of blood surged.

Even the clown Erin was splattered with blood by the overwhelming wave of blood.

"This taste...it's absolutely awful."

Smelling the stench of decay that had been splashed on him, the clown Erin's face twitched slightly beneath his mask.

It was a mixture of the stench of rotting human and pig/cow carcasses.

It almost made the clown Erin vomit up the leftovers he ate last night.

"That's why I really don't like fighting someone like you..."

As he spoke, the clown Erin, his eyes flashing with malice, raised his right hand, level with the ground, and then clenched his open fingers tightly into the huge, rotting ball of flesh in front of him!

go to hell!

Disgusting guy.

Pfft!

The next instant.

The strands of resentment and passion that had been fluttering around Kingpin's massive body, manipulated by the clown Erin's spiritual power like a graceful butterfly, suddenly contracted.

The silver threads, sharp as blades, instantly sliced ​​off huge chunks of decaying flesh from Kingpin's massive body.

"roar!"

With the help of the clown Erin, Kingpin, who had successfully lost weight, let out an angry roar.

The venomous threads of resentment that were about to continue cutting inward were forcibly pried open by thousands of blood-red tentacles.

At the same time, blood-red tentacles burst forth from Kingpin's decaying body and coiled towards the clown Erin, who was not far away.

With a slight shift in his footing, the clown Erin, as if strolling leisurely through a hail of bullets, nimbly dodged the blood-red tentacles that were shot at him.

Then, turning around and brandishing his venomous emotions, he made a series of cuts.

Large chunks of rotting flesh were once again cut off from Kingpin's body.

Time and time again!

Each time, the clown Erin accurately dodged the blood-red tentacles in front of him and the sharp barbs sticking out from the ground.

Find a glimmer of hope in a space filled with crimson tentacles.

With agility and nimble movements, the clown Erin used the sharpness of his Vengeful Love Threads to continuously sever the blood-red tentacles in front of him.

At the same time.

The other end of the resentful love thread also transformed into a deadly love thread, constantly cutting off huge chunks of flesh from Kingpin's massive, decaying body.

Huge chunks of blood, reeking of decay, were continuously sliced ​​off the monster's body.

Pulled back into Kingpin's rotting body by the blood-red tentacles.

"no·······"

"We can't keep wasting time like this."

Despite appearing to be in a frenzy, the clown Erin felt no joy whatsoever.

Don't be fooled by the fact that he seems to have Kingpin under his control right now.

And it is constantly weakening him.

But in fact, in the psychic vision of the clown Erin, the immense aura of the monster "Kingpin" had not weakened much at this moment.

The injuries I inflicted on him before were probably just superficial wounds.

In other words, the rotten flesh that Kingpin had cut off himself was not as important as he had imagined, now that Kingpin had become a monster.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

How important can the flesh and blood plundered directly from the corpses of other creatures to fill the rotting parts of one's own body really be?

It seems that to deal with this behemoth, we need to find its core.

"This is such a hassle!"

"If it weren't for the resentment and venomous threads of affection being unwilling to devour this contaminated, corrupted flesh and blood, why would we need to go through all this trouble to deal with a monster composed entirely of flesh and blood?"

Thinking of this, the clown Erin glared fiercely at the resentful and venomous threads of love that were constantly cutting pieces of flesh from Kingpin's body.

Then I thought to myself.

"If only the little monster were here. With its insatiable appetite, even if Kingpin had a lot of flesh and blood, it wouldn't be enough for it to devour..."

The venomous threads of resentment, which had been glared at by the clown Erin, paused slightly, and a hint of grievance inexplicably emerged on the silvery-white threads.

This is the culmination of resentment and lingering affection.

This caused some of the crimson tentacles that should have been severed to pass through its defenses and appear in front of the clown Erin, who was about to move.

Ok.

Upon seeing the patch of blood-red tentacles blocking his path, the clown Erin's heart skipped a beat.

Before he could manipulate the threads of resentment and hatred, he once again paved a way forward for himself.

A hand woven from blood-red tentacles suddenly sprang from the ground and grabbed the ankle of the clown Erin, who had paused for a mere second.

next second.

A terrifying force capable of crushing steel erupted instantly from that blood-red palm, directly squeezing the clown Erin's ankle with a "crack" sound.

"Paper doll substitute!"

Without hesitation, he offered another paper figure as a sacrifice.

The clown Erin's figure swapped places with the paper dolls he had deliberately scattered in the slaughterhouse, appearing in another location within the slaughterhouse.

I felt a sharp pain coming from my ankle.

The clown Erin's expression hardened slightly as he appeared.

Although he used the ability of the paper doll to dodge the follow-up attack of the blood-red hand, his ankle was still injured by the blood-red hand.

I felt a sharp pain coming from my ankle.

The clown, Erin, judged that even if the bones in his right ankle hadn't been crushed, they must have been fractured.

Along with this excruciating pain, the clown Erin's right ankle visibly swelled and became congested with blood.

Such an injury will undoubtedly have a significant impact on Erin's upcoming battles.

"I was careless..."

(End of this chapter)