Novel & Cerita Black Chainsawman

He groaned, and I lifted the whip again. 'Talk Maxim and this will all be over much quicker.' 'No more. Please Killian. No more.' He begged, and I sneered down at him. 'Talk.' The whip was primitive; it consisted of nine thin pieces of leather, each of which had three razor-sharp barbs attached, that flayed the skin off anything they touched. Maxim's back looked like raw meat, and when I lowered the chains, he lay in a pool of his own blood.

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

DAMIAN Un-fucking-believable. Ethan Blackwood—Alpha, terror of the East, the guy who once shattered a rogue’s femur just by glaring too hard, was currently chained to a reinforced stone pillar, drenched in sweat and fury, dragging against the restraints like a rabid animal. Perfect. ​He was supposed to make Silas work for it. Tire him out. Dance around him the way he always does with me when we’re trying to kill each other.

The rattle again, but faster, tighter, climbing, and it takes me a second to place it. Teeth. It sounds like teeth chattering. It's afraid. All of them are. Every dead thing stitched into that frame heard a boy scream and remembered making the same sound once upon a time, and the entire skeleton is standing in the dark trembling. "Reena!" I scream so loud it feels like my vocal cords are ripping. "Now! Aim for the head!" The chainsaw doesn't even cough. One cut, prepped two days deep, and ninety feet of oak comes off its notch and swings down through the canopy and the skull takes it dead center.

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!”

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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.

That’s why there was no wondering when people would call her, ‘The Sweet Heartbreaker. The guy walked towards the nearest table and placed his matte black guitar. He went back to us and asked, “Have you eaten your lunch yet?” His name was Chuck. Chuck Furrow. He was half American and half Japanese, and that made his visual very unique in a good way. His face was as smooth as a porcelain, and his jaw was bony and surprisingly sharp. Although he wasn’t as toned and as muscular as the other guys in our class, he was still hot (I couldn’t believe I said that), in his own features. He had long, black hair that was only long enough to be tied at the center of his head. In terms of fashion, Chuck

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.