20demayo #150 - Section 150
#150 - Section 150
His indifferent gaze swept over the others.
There was no need to be too nice to these tools; a good attitude would only make them misjudge their position and create more trouble out of self-importance.
Seeing his friend being bullied, one of the middle-aged white men couldn't help but speak, even though he knew Rod's power was formidable.
"You can't be so rough with him; it's a crime!"
Bang!
In the face of absolute power, they were still talking to him about crime?
In an instant, everyone was shocked and dared not refute.
This guy looked young, but his ruthlessness was hair-raising.
Most importantly, his strength was terrifyingly powerful.
The black man and the white man who had climbed up from the ground also became completely obedient.
Although displeased, they had to admit that he was the key to killing that monster right now.
Having intimidated everyone with his strength, Rod nodded in satisfaction.
These foreigners were all just cheapskates; without a beating, they wouldn't know what it meant to be obedient.
The method was a bit crude, but very practical.
"I don't care what your purpose is, as long as you can help me kill that monster, I'll do anything."
The only woman among the five, after witnessing Rod's power, was the first to step forward and express her stance.
Her eyes, filled with anger and hatred, held only the thought of revenge.
Her only thought now was to kill that damned clown and avenge her daughter.
Rod glanced at her fairly decent figure and appearance, but unfortunately, his standards were too high now, and he couldn't even look at such ordinary goods.
"I don't need any reward from you. Now, help me find that clown."
"Leave the rest to me."
Hearing Rod's confident words, the others breathed a sigh of relief.
It would be best if they didn't have to fight that monster.
Just helping to find the monster's hiding place was very simple.
"That monster is likely hiding in the place where we killed it before. Do you still remember the route?"
Wells asked in a low voice.
It had been too long, and his memory was a bit blurry; he only remembered the general direction.
And the underground pipelines beneath the town were intricate and complex. Without a precise route, it would be very troublesome to find the monster's hiding place.
"I remember a little."
"I also remember..."
The group gathered together and discussed for a few minutes, roughly piecing together a complete route.
They opened the manhole cover and climbed down one by one.
Once everyone had climbed to the bottom of the well, Rod flashed and appeared beside them.
"This way!"
After glancing at Rod, who had suddenly appeared, Wells had become accustomed to this guy's elusiveness.
After briefly judging the direction, the group began to walk in one direction.
After about ten minutes, they bypassed many narrow pipes.
"It should be around here."
Wells turned on his flashlight, shone the light forward, and said in a low voice.
"Back then, this monster was beaten to death by the residents of the town, and its body was thrown into the sewer, where it was blocked in front. So, the end of this pipeline is where it was born."
In the midst of the conversation, a figure suddenly flashed in the darkness illuminated by the flashlight.
The moment everyone's attention was drawn, Rod backhanded a knife and slashed directly behind him.
A painful scream attracted everyone's attention.
The group quickly turned around to look, and Wells tremblingly raised the flashlight in his hand.
The light shone into the darkness.
A bloody and blurred clown face came into view.
The familiar figure, the twisted and ferocious smile, instantly made Wells and the others reveal terrified expressions.
It seemed as if they had recalled the fear of being dominated by nightmares.
That deeply ingrained, frightening appearance seemed to be able to provoke the darkness and fear in everyone's hearts.
Just one look would involuntarily generate fear deep within.
"Wells! My good friend, your brother is waiting for you!"
The clown slowly grinned, revealing a huge mouth full of fangs.
A bleeding child's head appeared in his hand. Seeing the head, Wells' pupils dilated, and his whole body trembled.
And the clown's size became even larger and more terrifying.
"Absorbing fear to grow?"
Rod's eyes lit up.
Creating fear, devouring fear, becoming more terrifying, creating even greater fear...
Constantly repeating the cycle, its power would also increase endlessly.
It was simply an evil spirit no less terrifying than a resurrected evil spirit.
He really liked this material more and more.
At the same time, the clown, having absorbed enough fear, looked at Rod again.
Meeting those eyes that didn't have the slightest emotional fluctuation, the clown couldn't help but reveal a look of anger in its eyes.
"Roar!"
A low roar produced a terrifying sound wave, sweeping towards Rod.
Looking at the increasingly close, ferocious giant mouth, a heavy greatsword appeared in Rod's hand.
Pfft!
Blood and flesh splattered, and the giant clown was instantly cut in two by Rod.
This sudden scene suddenly awakened the few people who were deeply immersed in fear.
The shadow of the clown was also instantly weakened by more than half.
The unknown is what's scary; everyone would be afraid of an unknown and powerful demon.
But if this demon was defeated by someone and revealed its health bar, then it would be another matter.
Rod's slash not only severely injured the clown but also made Wells and the others realize that this monster was not invincible.
"No!"
Feeling the dissipating fear, a look of madness appeared on the clown's face.
It frantically inflated its body, wanting to make its appearance even more terrifying.
But this flustered appearance made it even more ridiculous, like a real clown.
"Good ability, but a pity about the poor mentality."
Rod shook his head and sighed.
The clown's ability was quite strange, but unfortunately, it had encountered him.
Moreover, this guy's mentality was also obviously not up to par. After being hit by him a couple of times, he exposed his fragile side.
If a terrifying monster couldn't maintain its mystery and terror and revealed a look of timidity...
Then, would others still be afraid of it?
Obviously not.
Looking at the clown, who was hysterical and seemed to have reached the end of the road, the fear on Wells and the others' faces gradually faded.
Rod's existence was like an insurmountable holy wall, blocking all the pressure for them.
Once they calmed down, fear could only gradually dissipate under the pressure of reason.
"Why, why are you never afraid of me!"
Without the support of the power of fear, the clown's massive size shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, shrinking to the size of a normal person in the blink of an eye.
Helpless! Panicked!
The clown, huddled in the corner, looked at Rod who was walking over, his face full of unwillingness.
It didn't understand why there was someone in this world who had no fear.
From beginning to end, it had not felt the slightest fear from this man.
Always cold like a machine.
"Fear?"
Rod was slightly stunned, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
"Would you feel fear for an ant?"
Why wasn't he afraid?
Of course, it was because his strength was strong enough.
When power reaches a certain level, it is difficult for people to have a sense of awe, and it is very, very difficult to feel fear for anything.
After all, there are not many things in this world that can threaten his life.
"You can't kill me. Even if you kill me, I will come back again!"
"I exist in your fear, eternally indestructible."
Knowing that the ending could not be changed, a crazy and cruel smile appeared on the clown's face.
His eyes stared intently at the group of people behind Rod, as if he wanted to remember all of these faces.
"He can protect you for a while, but he can't protect you forever."
"When I come back next time, your relatives, your descendants, everyone will die!"
That crazy smile and voice made the few people who had already overcome their fear feel a chill in their hearts.
The clown's eyes became even brighter.
Fear!
As long as fear existed, as long as it still lived in the fear of these people, even a trace of fear could allow it to be resurrected.
"You probably won't have a chance."
Just then, Rod's faint voice suddenly sounded.