"Aah!!"
"Damn it, I am the greatest evil! We gave up everything. We could even slaughter our own families. Why? Why are we still not strong enough?"
"Why can't the resentment we accumulated over generations measure up to you brats?"
Face after face on the Human Centipede roared in defiance.
The Critical Patients remained cold-faced and silent, continuing their relentless attacks as they hunted this cornered monster.
Anyone who had never set foot inside the Hospital Ward would never understand just how far human nature could be twisted. To the Critical Patients who had experienced all that, every horrifying thing that had happened in this old village was utterly ordinary.
"Shouldn't your head be flat?"
No. 01 spoke, his gloomy voice sounding as though he were demanding a life.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Amid the piercing cracks, all seven of the Human Centipede's heads were crushed to varying degrees, leaving them shattered and mangled.
The faces on No. 02's body grew stranger still, almost perfectly mirroring the Human Centipede's seven faces and influencing its movements.
No. 03 and No. 04 charged forward, attacking even more violently.
Characters for "death" kept swimming about.
Finally.
With a boom, the Human Centipede collapsed once more. No. 04 dismembered its body bit by bit, leaving only a horrifying pool of blood.
Something writhed in the blood.
A blind man covered in blood slowly crawled up. But by then, characters for "death" had completely covered his skin. At the slightest exertion, his body began to crack.
"No..."
Panic appeared on the blind man's face.
The Critical Patients stood around it, staring coldly, their bodies constantly releasing the aura of curses and stirring the Death Curse. They were carrying out the final, most lethal stage of the battle!
Flesh fell away in chunks. The Human Centipede