Novel & Cerita Black Chainsawman

I shivered and it was the first time, I wondered if I was going to go on with this arrangement. I looked at Princess Lyra, she was shaking as well, and her face looked displeased. I looked at her wrist and saw a faint line there. I gasped, it was the same line that had appeared on my wrist last night. I hated it because I knew what that meant. " Go ahead" he stretched out a knife and handed it to me. I took it and cut myself, the blood on my palm was visible and I had to hold my hands still so the blood drops into the sacred bowl.

I tilted my head, considering the options as I let my fingers trail over the cold metal of the chainsaw in my hand. For a brief second, I saw the hesitation in his eyes—the flicker of fear—but then he steeled himself, his expression hardening into defiance. “You can all go to hell,” he spat. “I’m not telling you anything.” I exhaled slowly, feigning disappointment. “Very well then. Suit yourself.” With an indifferent shrug, I gripped the chainsaw’s handle and yanked the cord. The engine roared to life, its sharp teeth glinting as I took a step toward him. The scent of burning fuel filled the air.

Suddenly, several black figures jumped into the air and waved around iron chains made of special material in their hands! On the battlefield, Shane’s five senses were very keen. He immediately caught the sound of the chains vibrating in the air. He sneered and trembled wildly. Like a thirsty beast, he rushed at this group of people while shouting, “Kill, kill, kill! Everyone should be killed!”

I turn my head around just to catch a glimpse of what’s making the trees fall one by one. But the second I turn around, I can’t avert my eyes. My body freezes in place. I’m bewildered at the sight above me. A man with huge, black wings is flying through trees as he picks up the men one after the other. He summons blades made of black smoke, and he directs them through the men. When he kills the first man, his lifeless body falls from the height with black blood oozing out of him. In a swift wave of his hands, a mist of black smoke moves, cutting off the heads of the other two.

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

His face no longer had the appearance of a human, and his facial features were completely distorted. “Help! Please, save me, Gardner! Ah!” Trevishan’s pants were already covered with his own feces and urine. The next second, the chainsaw landed on his waist. Buzz Buzz Buzz…

He says almost screaming. “Tell me what I want to know and I will put them out.” I tell him with a smirk. “We were showed a picture of her. She is short with silky black hair, pale skin and beautiful gray eyes.” He tells us. I look at Grey and nod my head. Grey pushes off the wall and walks towards the man. The man’s head whips up and he starts shaking like a leaf. “What’s he doing? Don’t let him near me.” The man says trying to move back in the chair he is chained to.

The serpent-tattooed leader looked up through the grime, clutching his shattered wrist, his teeth chattering so violently he nearly bit his tongue. The man they had just mocked as an ordinary billionaire radiated a ruthless, monstrous authority that paralyzed their nerves. "N-No..." the hitman stammered, his bladder letting go into the mud. "Mr. Blackthorn... wait! Please! It was just a contract! We were just hired guns! Have mercy... it was just business!" Deep behind Zayden’s ribs, Night tore violently through his mental barriers, snarling with savage, unchained bloodlust: THEY MOCKED OUR QUEEN'S BLOOD. SLAUGHTER EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM.

A loud roar erupted from my throat as black chains burst forth from the runes, aglow with red embers. I swung the chains forward and they coiled like snakes, impaling the first two men through the chest. I yanked both chains back, and their bodies were lashed across the cathedral, crashing into pillars with a wet crunch. The others screamed, keeping on with their charge. I spun around, thrusting one hand to the left and a cascade of chains burst forth from my hand, whipping across the air. One of the men raised his shield to block them, but the chains seared through it like butter and wrapped themselves around his neck. I pulled forward and his head flew off.

'They freakin' want to cut me through something used in tree felling? When the weapon started creating rhythmic noises that could make even the strongest of hearts palpitate, Bathory felt that she had had enough. She wouldn't simply watch Paul raise it and swing it to her. There was no way she would let a damn chainsaw had its rotating teeth cut through her!