Killing The Black Slenderman

Chapter 147

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"...Tell me, Astral Leap participant. From the world you originated from, what was the least useful profession to be proficient in when death is looking you right in the face?"

Azmodeus thought the question over for a second before he put his right hand on his black dragon-adorned sword handle and replied, "That would be the Medical Profession…"

The slenderman's faceless expression warped into something truly horrifying as he swiveled his head behind him and said in a deep, resonant voice, "Precisely! Now tell me human. What happens when one of your kind breaches past their designated lifespan and decides that they want to live longer!?"

At this point, the nightmarish monster's neck had been split and broken into dozens of different directions, and yet he still looked at the tall, firegod-like man while having never stopped his stirring.