968 321, poison needle

In one chamber Damian and several wizards were on Sting's interrogation.

Interrogatory magic on Sting with his hands and legs cut off a thousand times, and trying to get information is not a progress. On the contrary......

"Hihich, are you the prodigal three? You survived a lot from Ackerman.

"Does knowing that mean you're Ackerman's 'crawl'? Then you know about my predecessor's" poison needle, "don't you?

"Hihich, a poison needle? I thought you knew. Fool who scorched himself into the curse of Samaniel, the god of poison. Hey! Tastes good, doesn't it? I try to burn myself in despair and burn my spirit in wrath with no place to do it, but yes!

"You... you! You're the poison needle of my predecessor! I heard you were so weak that you couldn't even stand up anymore! That's why you drank that!

"Hihich, come on. This is how I keep you pimped. No! Look, where is he? Bring the demon king Curse and the others. No!

Sting insists he's pimping while his hands and legs are amputated. The fire of life is going out in pieces.

"Oh, no. Ackerman's real purpose wasn't me, it was Curse. I don't know where the request came from, but I'm after him. I didn't even tweak it before. He's a real demon king, isn't he?

"Hihich, do you really think so? From what I can tell, it's too much for a kid with a lot of gaps.

"I got hit like that sister did. Don't talk to me. Well, you're done, and the organization doesn't have any loco talent left, do you? It's time to ask. Dead as a man. If you want to tell me something, I'll ask you something, okay?

"Hihich, I sure don't have any loco talent left... but hey, I don't have any failures in the work of the Dark Alliance with me and the others... Wow they don't keep me with the witches, the ones who gave up the lives of the good colored knights, etc..."

"Do you know that? You said you were going after Curse with leftover mutton fish? Whatever you want.

"Hihich, can you afford to look at this guy..."

A bottle of potion appeared in front of Sting, fell to the floor, and broke. I guess I took it out of the magic bank.

"You guys get away from me!

"Hihich... did you know... the fierce poison that kills gods too, the deadly god (dude) hey... I can't possibly survive eating this with a demon king... die... dude always die this guy... to work on poison needle stings... no fail wow..."

"Everybody out of here! This room is sealed off!

Wizards, including Damian, exit the room simultaneously. And all the doors and windows of the room were sealed off by magic such as' dirt walls'.

"Dear Damien, what can you do?

"For now, you're on guard here. Be careful not to leak poison. I don't know if that's the real Death and Dirt God because it was something like that. If you don't miss the worst sting from here, that's fine. I asked for it.

"Ha! I did!

Sting turned out to be chairman of the Dark Alliance Coalition and Ackerman's predecessor poison needle. Damien is in a hurry to get to him to tell him what information Curse wanted.

"Hey! Curse! You're here!

"Hey, Master Damien! Curse is asleep. Be quiet, please!

"Oh Alex, is that you? Wake me up with a curse. Urgent, because Curse's revenge has appeared!

"Curse's Vengeance... OK..."

Then Alexandrine rocks the curse or slaps him in the face. But still, Curse didn't wake up. Curse finally woke up by finally mouthing the luxury potion.

"Ugh, Alec... this is..."

The infirmary... you seem to have lost your mind.

"Curse, how are you? The wounds are all healed. But doesn't it hurt anywhere?

Alec, did you follow me? Thank you. Coe, too. "Puypuy."

"Oh, no, you don't hurt anywhere. More than that, I... lost?

"Yeah... Steed, you won... hey! More than that, Master Damien!

Hmm? Damian?

"Hey Curse. It's finally happening. That's funny. Sting..."

What the fuck!? That Sting player said it was a generational poison needle, or fucking needle, on top of the chairman of the Dark Alliance League!?

"Let's go... show me around.

I'm talking about you targeting me, but I guess I don't have time for this anymore. I'll listen to you at all.

"Oh, over here. You've got a god of death and filth.

I wonder if it's real.

Still, I didn't know the fucking needle I'd been looking for was in this tournament. I can't even know tomorrow. Didn't I lose my life? Whether it's Antares the Scorpion or this guy, do you like to take part in the tournament... probably because the target will definitely show up. Especially if I'm in the capital, in Kutanutsu, or in the demonic realm.

Fucking needle, Sting...