"Flesh Curse"!
It was the "Flesh Curse"!
Although Gelman couldn't move his body, he could still think.
He immediately realized that he had suffered the exact same curse as Don Freecss.
Sure enough, he heard the new form of "Flesh" say to him:
"Take your time, take your time. Slowly enjoy the process. It'll change you little by little."
Hee-hee.
Hee-hee.
Hee-hee.
Gelman began to hear things. He heard countless strange giggles, as if they were all living inside his head.
Wave after wave of pain wracked his body, yet there was also a strange sense of exhilaration, as if the pain itself brought him joy.
"Flesh" grinned viciously, but the next moment, that grin froze.
Boom—
The raging winds that had been swirling for so long swept away the vast bank of clouds above them, revealing the pitch-black night.
A full moon hung in the sky.
Gelman's hallucinations and pain quickly vanished. The swollen tumors and twisted markings on his body receded, and he gradually returned to his original appearance.
"How could there be..." "Flesh" said in disbelief. "How is this possible?!"
After regaining control of his body and mind, Gelman glanced up at the full moon, spread his Silver Wings, and flew straight at "Flesh," the Sacred Moonlight Greatsword in hand.
Come on!
Let's go again!
Let's fight to the death!
Seeing that his curse had no effect on Gelman—and that Gelman was still charging at him like a madman—"Flesh" gritted his teeth in fury.
This man had no reverence or fear for a demigod. He was so arrogant that he saw a god as nothing more than a stronger opponent!
The title of demigod couldn't intimidate him at all!
"Flesh" had no time to think. With a roar, two-meter-long bone spikes burst from his arms.
He swung