Whoosh-
The tentacle Lynn had thrust into his mouth instantly thickened several times over, swelling until the Flesh Humanoid's eye rolled back to show its whites. His body kept writhing with wet, gurgling sounds.
Even as Yin Yi watched blankly, the Flesh Humanoid's belly began to bulge.
Clearly.
That swollen tentacle was churning inside his stomach.
This...
Was this how people fought in Hell...?
Wasn't this a little too hardcore?! (;≧д≦)!
Mr. Lynn!! You had to stay calm!! If this kept up, you would only become less and less like a normal human!!
[Ding! The Flesh Humanoid's fear of you +10] [Ding! The Flesh Humanoid's fear of you +15]
With a solemn expression, Lynn took his Witcher Revolver from inside his coat and disengaged the safety. Then, smiling, he aimed at the creature's huge eyeball, held his Monocle, and said:
"Let's skip the small talk. I've got a few questions for you. As long as you obediently tell me everything, we can become very good friends. But if you refuse to talk or hide anything, I'll treat you to a bullet. Now, shall we begin?"
The Flesh Humanoid struggled nonstop in terror.
Lynn said kindly, "First question: what did you come here for?"
The Flesh Humanoid made terrified, muffled sounds, his eye widening as he shook his head desperately.
"Not talking?"
Lynn looked surprised.
"You've got backbone! A real man!"
Bang-
A bullet radiating a holy aura shot past his scalp in an instant, leaving a pitch-black bullet hole in the wall behind him.
(ΩДΩ) Aaaaaah!!!
[Ding! The Flesh Humanoid's fear of you +15!] [Ding! The Flesh Humanoid's fear of you +20!]
Lynn tilted his head and blew away the wisp of smoke rising from the muzzle. "Huh? Did I miss? Looks like you're pretty lucky.