Chapter 177: Curse Killing

Emerging, or more accurately sliding, out of the darkness was the Duke of Hamlet. He was three meters in length, gliding across the ground on four tendrils encased in a bony shell. Devoid of skin, a red chitinous exoskeleton covered his entire body, his facial features gone. Where his head should have been was just an outline of a face, as if someone's features were trapped in amber—it was hard to be sure if it was truly a head or another disguise. His body, diminutive in comparison to his tendrils, resembled a piece of armor, with curved barbs growing upwards from his back, ending in two blood-red, semi-gelatinous arms. At the end of the arms, five sharp spikes mimicked fingers, and now these ten spikes were clashing together, producing a metallic clang.

With his bizarre clapping echoing, the Duke of Hamlet elegantly circled around Lyle with measured steps.