Chapter 122: This despicable life of control will come to an end. …
Pollution? How could this thing appear in a dungeon?
Cecilia's face changed drastically and she took a few steps back, not daring to be contaminated by the gray-black particles.
She was very familiar with this kind of particles. Whenever she touched them, they would become a thorn in her side and there was no way to remove them.
But how did the pollution come to Boris?
Those gray-black particles floated, gradually gathered in the air, and reassembled into a human shape.
"Hill, don't be afraid."
Boris's face reappeared, his voice was hoarse, his fingers brushed across Cecia's earlobe, were chopped off by the axe, and turned into particles again.
"I won't hurt you."
A low laugh came from deep in his throat, and he looked at Cecia, "Have you forgotten that you have no magic power now, so they naturally cannot infect you."
The gray-black particles lingered around the other party, clearly separated and had no intention of eroding her, but Cecilia still did not dare to let her guard down.
"…What on earth are you playing?"
She asked coldly, gripping the axe tightly, ready to strike at any time.
"I just used some tricks to make them obey my command."
Boris lowered his eyebrows, and a few strands of gray and black particles were wrapped around his fingertips. They were like his prosthetic limbs, happily spinning around him.
"It was not my intention to let them come over."
His eyes swept across the bodies lying on the ground, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes. "Hill, I just want to be alone with you and help you recall our past love..."
"As you can see, pollution cannot harm me. I can even control it. Whether it is reality or a copy, I will be the ultimate master!"
He raised his hands high, his eyes filled with madness and fanaticism.
Crazy! This guy is completely crazy!
Cecia cursed inwardly, secretly reached into the system backpack and selected a special item.
"If you still want the demon race to continue, then submit to me. I will leave you enough living space, and the demon race will become the only surviving species in the world."
As he spoke, Boris slowly approached Cecia, his eyes reddened with excitement, and his fingertips touched someone's cheek again.
This time, what greeted him was not the cold axe blade.
Meeting those gray-blue eyes, Cecia smiled and whispered softly, "That sounds good, but how are you going to prove it?"
This was the first time he had gotten any validation from Cecia since their childhood breakup.
Her Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Boris stroked her jaw affectionately.
"Proof? They are the best proof."
As soon as the words fell, the gray-black particles burst out and then drilled into the mouth and nose of a human.
The man who was originally unconscious now stood up shakily, but his limbs looked very stiff, as if they had just grown.
The other person staggered towards Boris and finally knelt in front of him.
"As long as I have them, I can control even humans without magic power at will, not to mention those idiots who only care about magic power."
Boris waved his hand again, and the gray-black particles were pulled out of the other person's body, and the body fell down limply again.
"Very convincing, but—"
Cecia drawled out her tone, took out a special item from her system backpack, and slammed it around his neck.
[Item Name: Desire for Control]
[It looks like a finely crafted silver collar, which can be adjusted freely. If you give it to someone else, the other person will become the player's property and will obey all the player's commands.]
[Note: The collar is a disposable item and can only last for 24 hours after use before it degenerates into an ordinary collar.]
The silver collar tightened instantly, locking Boris' neck tightly.
In an instant, Boris's arrogant look quickly disappeared, replaced by docility and obedience.
He blinked innocently and looked at Cecia with all his heart and trust: "Please give me your orders, Master."
…
Hearing the other party's address, Cecilia couldn't help but feel a chill.
She pretended to obey in order to get closer to them and use this special item. Unexpectedly, Boris was completely unprepared and succeeded in one try.
In this case, his life should come to an end.
"Wake them all up."
She ordered in a cold voice. Looking at that disgusting look, she wanted to kill him immediately, but now she could still let him play his final role.
"Comply, Master."
Boris was more obedient than ever before. He walked to the group of people lying on the ground and looked at them with his head tilted.
What kind of wake-up method is this?
Cecia frowned and urged, "Hurry up."
"I'm sorry, Master. I don't have enough power. I can only wake up two more people at most."
Boris looked at Cecia awkwardly.
"…Then let's go with Blake and Wilbert."
She made a quick choice. Of course, familiar companions would be more useful than strangers.
"Good Master."
Boris squatted down and placed his hand on Wilbert's forehead. Two minutes later, he repeated the same action on Blake.
"I have destroyed their illusion. They will wake up soon."
After completing the task, Boris returned to Cecia again and kept rubbing his head against her arm, like a dog asking for a reward.
Cecia held the axe, and the axe blade scratched the opponent's forehead, nose bridge, lips, and then to the fragile throat... As long as she exerted a little force, this despicable life would come to an end.
"Ugh, my head hurts..."
The girl's soft voice interrupted her thoughts, and she saw Blake had just woken up and was looking around in confusion.
"Checia, what happened to them?"
Blake poked the unconscious human next to him, but the other person had his eyes closed and was motionless.
"Are they dead?"
"No."
Cecia denied her guess and helped her up from the ground. "It's a long story. They are just unconscious and will wake up."
"Oh, this Wilbert seems a little strange?"
Blake's eyes fell on Boris, then he saw Wilbert lying on the ground, "Hey, there are two Wilberts..."
"No, he's not Will."
Cecia explained again, feeling a bit troubled by Blake's continuous questions, so she simply opened the safe house.
[Please confirm whether to open the safe house. After the safe house is opened, the entrance can only be maintained for two hours, and the person who opened it can close the entrance in advance. ]
[Note: The player "Chesia" only has the permission to open the safe house once. ]
A pure white door suddenly appeared in the middle of the room. A relaxing fragrance came from inside, and one could even hear the sound of wind blowing through the leaves.
It seems like there is a utopia isolated from the world.
"What is this place?"
Blake poked his head out curiously and was about to dive in, but was pulled back by Cecia.
"This is a safe house. You can only enter once. Throw all these humans in first."
Cecia explained, and pulled Boris, "You come and help too."
With the combined efforts of the two, all humans were quickly put into the safe house, and she coaxed and tricked Blake into going in as well.
Now only Cecia, Boris and an unconscious Wilbert were left in the room.
Seeing Boris being at the mercy of others, Cecia's desire for destruction reached its peak. She pulled the rope of the collar and roughly pulled the man in front of her.
"Stretch out your hand."
Boris extended his right hand obediently.
"The other one." This time it was the left hand that was handed over.
"Turn around."
He squatted down and turned around on the spot.
"Good boy."
Cecia patted the other person's cheek with a sneer on her face.
"...Tell me, how do you control pollution?"
"I don't understand what the master is saying."
Boris blinked, and there was no trace of distracting thoughts in his gray-blue eyes.
Can't understand?
Cecia frowned, suspecting that the system gave her a counterfeit product.
She pinched the other person's chin and lifted it up hard.
"You just said that you can control these things, but now you don't understand?"
"Master, I don't remember what happened just now."
Pop.
A crisp slapping sound rang out in the room, and the slap mark on Boris's right cheek was clearly visible.
"lie."
Cecilia had a gloomy face and tightened the rope with force. The collar kept getting tighter, making the man's face turn purple and almost suffocate.
Boris looked painful, but he didn't even struggle subconsciously. He just looked at Cecia pleadingly, like a pet abandoned by its owner.
“…cough cough cough!”
At the last moment, she let go of the rope, and Boris coughed violently and breathed in fresh air.
He didn't resist at all. Was it because he really didn't know, or was it that -
Cecia's eyes flickered, and without warning she swung the axe and chopped straight at Boris' face.
Bang.
Gray-black pollution gushed out instantly, blocking her attack and completely enveloping Boris.
"Ah, it's exposed so soon?"
A voice with a hint of regret came out, the pollution dissipated, and the innocence on Boris's face was gone, returning to that disgusting face.
"I thought I could play with you a little longer."
As he said this, he pulled off the collar from around his neck and threw it aside casually.
Sure enough, the collar had no effect on him from the beginning.
He had been pretending to be under control and just going along with the performance.
"You're enjoying it?"
Cecia looked at him with contempt, her eyes falling on the bright red slap mark.
Boris chuckled, and the mark on his cheek where his fingertips touched disappeared in an instant. He made an unwilling "tsk" sound, and the mark reappeared.
"This is the memory you left me. Of course I enjoy it."
He rubbed the red mark again and again with nostalgia, outlining the contour of his palm.
"Now, you should understand that my power is unmatched, just like pollution - no one can stop the pollution, and of course no one can kill me."
"And if you want to live, you have no choice but to submit to me and become my subject!"
The gray-black particles around it kept surging, devouring each other and reorganizing themselves to form terrifying shapes.
Originally the gray and black particles were scattered in the air like dust, but now they all gathered together and gradually formed a hideous face.
What is that?
Cecia had been alert to the other party's movements, and in the black pollution, she spat out a ball of disgusting mucus, which was dark green in color. The sticky mucus stretched her body and quickly grew to a height of one person.
It makes a clattering sound when it walks, and wherever it passes, it leaves behind uneven potholes.
Its eyes met Cecia's and it made a gurgling sound with its mouth and was about to pounce on her.
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