Chapter 487 Fear of Prey from Predator
In no time, Lenny was back in good shape, and that was why his momentum in the fight seemed to only increase the longer the fight progressed.
Mr. Martin heard what Lenny had just said and could not believe what he had just heard.
As far as he was concerned, he was staring at a monster. And this was not just those mutated animals that only wanted to kill and feast.
Mr. Martin was not a good person himself.
He was the person responsible for the hundreds of people that had been captured and used to decorate his wall.
This place was his territory, and since the Werewolf guards of the city of Milk and Honey never disturbed the Bitter Street for any reason as they never thought it their business even though the people basically ate one another, he could do as he liked.
Chopping up human beings and using them as ornaments for beautifying his walls was but a little bit of the sadistic thing he had done.
Besides, he had been blessed by the demon royal family of gluttony.
He had been very unbridled in his hunger.
Like any glutton since the beginning of time, he had the opportunity and therefore did not shy away from making human parts into all sorts of stew and broth to satisfy his ever-raging hunger.
He had done it so many times that he could already simulate what human flesh would taste like with different seasonings.
Of course, he was aware he was a cruel person.
Many were cooked alive. As far as he was concerned, it made the broth have a slightly different taste that made it all the more tender.
He was most aware of the different body parts that brought out the best flavor and knew the weaknesses of each.
Although Lenny had not done all those things, Mr. Martin could not help but look upon Lenny with the fear only a prey would use to stare at its natural predator.
The sheer amount of knowledge and will it took to achieve what he had just done was something that made Mr. Martin shiver in his bones.
His mind could not help but simulate images of not himself but of Lenny sitting down to eat all those people he had eaten.
His mind could already imagine the kind of exotic flavors that Lenny would have produced if he decided to shift this incredible knowledge of the human anatomy into cooking human beings.
Knowing how delicious the dish would be instantly sent shivers down his spine.
In other words, his mind just judged Lenny as a terrifying opponent by the sheer possibility of him cooking delicious human meat.
"What kind of monster did I piss off?" Mr. Martin thought to himself.
Instantly, he turned to his sides, left and right, as he sought a way to escape.
However, Lenny could read his body language as clearly as day.
He could see that Mr. Martin was trying to escape.
In this large throne room, Mr. Martin had actually exhausted the human beings on the walls.
Of course, there were others in other parts of the place, such as the corridors, but reaching them was a totally different matter.
Lenny would not let such a thing happen.
At the moment, Mr. Martin had taken the form that made him resemble a spider. Only that this spider had limbs that were, in fact, human arms, leading down to hands that were used as feet.
His out-of-shape head remained in front.
Lenny had trimmed him down so much that he even found it difficult to extend his limbs.
All he could do was slowly back away from the bloody-looking Lenny and his roaring chainsaw.
"Please... please! I beg of you. Don't kill me!" Mr. Martin pleaded as he backed away frantically.
However, Lenny appeared like a ghost at every point of escape.
His chainsaw would appear, a representation of the Grim Reaper's scythe, shaving off the limbs extended from the dwindling main body.
In no time, all that was left was Mr. Martin's head.
Mr. Martin had expended so many cells that only his head and a crawling appendage were left.
Looking at him, Lenny could even see his brain through his translucent skull.
Without a doubt, that was the weakest point of this mutated human's body.
Lenny was not willing to waste any more time on this.
He wanted to kill Mr. Martin. However, to say that he was not more curious as to how the inside of the man's brain worked would have been a magnificent lie.
After all, this was a fine specimen. A mutated human who had been blessed by a demon family
Lenny dropped the chainsaw by the side.
"Please spare me! I'll do anything. I'll say anything... anything you want!"?Mr. Martin panicked. After all, Lenny had looked at him and licked his bloody lips.
This was the same look that he gave human beings that he thought were going to be tasty.
All of a sudden, he could already see that image he had in his head becoming a reality.
However, he did not know that Lenny had other plans for him.
Lenny waved his hand, and a small metal box appeared.
He grabbed the head that was now Mr. Martin and dumped it into the box.
Lenny slung the box above his shoulder.
It was at this point that he spread his presence about the place.
At Lenny's level of power, his sense of presence could capture everything in this warehouse and far more.
Instantly, he turned in a particular direction.
Meanwhile, Moses was struggling to push the mutated human off his body.
He was already out of strength, and the mutated human was about to divide his forehead with its arms that had morphed into an axe.
Slowly but steadily, he lost more energy, and the axe drew closer to the center of his head.
By now, Moses could already feel the sharp slicing, and it cut through his skin.
As much as giving up would have been much easier, he did not want to. No, he couldn't. If he did, then it meant that Victor was also going to die.
Victor's muffled scream for help echoed in his head, and it beckoned on him to not give up.
But Moses knew that he was already done for.
All of a sudden, a porcelain hand appeared around the mutated human's neck.
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