Chapter 275 Peel His Skin

Chapter 275 Peel His Skin

But deep down, Roderik did not want to believe it. A single human fighting against a powerful wyvern? Sure, it was possible, but such a feat was typically reserved for well-known adventurers. Damian did not seem the type.

"Why are you spouting all this nonsense? You cannot win against a wyvern, and you cannot win against us! You will die here, and your lady too. All of your belongings will be ours!" Roderik said, cruelty evident in his eyes.

Damian ignored him, turning his head to look at Morgana, who stood beside him. "Do you want me to deal with them alone, or will you assist?"

Morgana placed her hand on her cheek, considering. "Well, I wanted to practice my blood magic, but I still need to master my first attacking spell. You can handle them alone. We could use some of their bodies to practice your necromancy spells."

"Agreed," Damian replied. "Perhaps I can resurrect one of them as a mindless zombie. They are weak, so I might succeed."

The two conversed without concern for the bandits before them. Roderik, his brother, and the other bandits began to grow apprehensive.

"Stop the theatrics," one of the bandits scoffed. "We've seen this act before."

"Yeah, cut it out. We know you're just scared. Your nonsense won't save you from death," another bandit chimed in.

Damian's patience wore thin with the bandits' taunts. He gestured with his hand, targeting the two who had spoken.

Activating his Telekinesis, Damian pulled the two bandits toward him, rendering them helpless.

"You are nothing but ants," Damian sneered.

He then lifted the two bandits into the air, their bodies suspended high above. The other bandits watched in stunned silence, frozen in place.

When Damian deactivated his ability, the two bandits plummeted to the ground before the others.

A gruesome sight unfolded as their bodies hit the ground, sending a shiver down the spines of the remaining bandits, particularly Roderik, who now began to believe Damian had indeed defeated the wyvern.

The bloodshed among the bandits persisted for thirty agonizing minutes, until finally, all lay dead.

Roderik, his brother, and the hired guard trembled, realizing their fates would likely be no different.

"Please spare us," the hired guard pleaded. "I'm deeply sorry for my actions and words! They coerced me into it!"

"Now you're trying to shift the blame? Shut the hell up, you bastard!" Damian's voice was sharp as he rose from his chair.

The road was now littered with bodies and soaked in blood, a gruesome sight that made most of the merchants feel queasy at the mere glance.

Fixing his gaze on Roderik's brother, Damian commanded using his mind control, "You will peel the skin off this hired guard and make him suffer. Slowly."

The hired guard began to tremble in fear. Damian turned his attention to him and added, "And you, you will remain still and feel every ounce of pain."

Roderik attempted to intervene, urging his brother to resist. "Don't do this. You're stronger than his mind control!"

But his brother's response was chilling. "No, I'm not. I'm his slave, and I'll do whatever he commands."

Such was the extent of Damian's formidable mind powers. While the bandits might not have been particularly powerful, Damian's abilities were still extraordinary.

Roderik's brother picked up a knife and commenced the gruesome task of peeling the guard's skin. The scene was far more disturbing than the earlier killings, and the guard's screams reverberated throughout the Black Mountains.

Of all present, Roderik suffered the most, forced to witness the horrifying spectacle up close. Blood splattered onto his face and clothes, and he even lost control of his bladder in sheer terror.

Damian smiled, his voice taking on a melodic tone. "You're next, Roderik. You're next."

The chilling smile and voice of Damian sent a terror to Roderik, and he was almost fainting as a way to escape reality. But Damian would not let him do it. Everyone who schemed against him would suffer!