Pulling Out the Wires

Konrad Curze stared fixedly at Lin Fan, then burst into wild laughter as the bat-shaped shadows spilled even more blood.

"Hahahahaha!"

Amid his manic laughter, Konrad Curze suddenly flew toward Lin Fan.

Lin Fan withdrew his bayonet and reached out to grab Konrad Curze, but when his hand plunged into the incoming shadows, it caught only two or three tiny bats that had been skinned alive.

Darkness engulfed Lin Fan. Countless pale hands holding blades emerged from it, eagerly scratching and carving across his body...

"This is useless..." Lin Fan kindly reminded him. Though Konrad Curze did not answer, Lin Fan could indeed sense a helpless hatred emanating from the darkness around him.

Sigh. A man skilled in torture and execution had run into an absolutely rigid body. It was exactly like the frustration a Drukhari felt when his torture proved futile.

Lin Fan did not resist. He simply stood there openly, letting Konrad Curze carve and scratch at him.

His hatred found no outlet, while more helplessness and melancholy piled up, making Konrad Curze's mind increasingly unstable.

Why!

Why?

Why were you such a stinking rock, even harder than Vulkan! Get hurt! Bleed! Suffer and scream for me!

Then Lin Fan grabbed Konrad Curze's hand. Night Haunter had somehow exposed his body. This son of The Emperor was completely naked, his sharp teeth clenched tightly together so that Lin Fan could not see his crimson tongue.

"I say, aren't you done playing yet?" Lin Fan yawned, and the hands pouring out of the darkness finally stopped moving.

"Remarkable... hehehe..."

Konrad Curze merely laughed once, then continued his work.

Even if Konrad Curze was not tired of it, Lin Fan was starting to find it troublesome. He directly pulled out the Compressed Nuclear Bomb. He had originally intended to throw