Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 550  The Culprit

Its footsteps seemed to carry the weight of their lives the closer it got. At this point, everyone had already forgotten about Dorian\'s existence, feeling they were all goners in here.

Please!

Look at the Godly supernatural being walking their way and look at them, puny humans… Do you think they can stand a chance against it?

Ashaku felt his breathing grow harder the closer the creature got. "Taller… It\'s taller than before."

Could this be its true form? It was now 50 times uglier than what they recalled.

"What? Are you sure?"

Ashaku nodded, "Positive. I can\'t be wrong."

Din, Din, Din, Din~

The creature took its sweet time, coming over. In fact, it didn\'t need to stress itself to climb the many steps because the strange flesh eating beetles already forced a moving carpet that carried it forward.

And when it was finally close enough, it opened its mouth and finally spoke in a voice that sounded like a thousand eerie voices mashed up into 1. "Benachanta…."

It spoke a tongue only a few people here recognized. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"The Old Language of the Cygs…"

The old Cygyptian language was the Cygs, which was very different from modern Cygyptian language.

Only historians and archeologists here understood what the creature was saying. Of course, Dorian\'s side also understood too.

"Translate… Translate now," Obediah commanded in a hushed tone. "Welcome," Ashaku translate.

The creature spread its rotting insect-infested arms wide, opening its smiling mouth to speak once more.

"Welcome to my tomb. Finally, the time has come for me and my beloved to be reunited for all eternity…. But for that to happen, I must consume the blood of the Marked ones… "

The creature turned his attention to Ashaku and Harvey, causing a chill to crawl up their spines.

"As for the rest of you, my loyal servants will be more than happy to feast on your flesh and your SOUL!"

The more Ashaku translated, the more everyone else felt their intestines turn green with regret.

Why?

Why did they have to come to this forsaken Cygypt Desert?

"No, no… since all it wants is those 2, then why not negotiate with it for them?" Bohania wasted no time buying his own life, and several others like Eldora also agreed with him.

"That\'s right, they will be dying for the greater good, which is a noble thing."

"Yes, yes, exactly! Who can they blame for their bad luck of getting marked? They should be the ones to sacrifice their lives for ours!"

Ashaku and Harvey were so angry and afraid that their faces turned red like pufferfish. Although they knew some would choose to sacrifice them, it was still shocking to hear how I first hand.

Sure enough, it\'s only in humanity\'s weakest and most fearful moments do you see the true selfishness in humans. Many people had already entered into heated arguments, forgetting that negotiating with such a monster was not even an option in the first place. They seemed to be forgetting that they were the ones in it\'s liar with no way out. It had the option to kill them all now. So why were they talking about negotiating as though they were on equal footing with it?

At this moment, their IQs dropped a significant notch, and all they cared about were their basic instincts – Survival.

Many were even ready to bite off body parts belonging to Ashaku or Harvey\'s with their teeth and sacrifice to the creature if it would allow them go.

Suddenly, they missed the desert heat they complained about earlier.

Give them scorching sun, give them super-parched throats in the desert, give them hot sun-kissed sand on their feet… anything but this!

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\'Yes, yes… that\'s it… fight more, chaos.. Fear…\' The Hotanzi\'s eyes gleamed merrily when smelling the many ominous and fearful auras in the air. How delicious… It was all very delicious, especially the scents emitting from Harvey and Ashaku, his Marked ones.

Sure enough, that cunning bastard Beezle, didn\'t lie to him. Flesh and blood tasted far better when the prey was at a heightened moment of fear and helplessness.

But just because Beezle was right didn\'t mean he, Hotanzi the Tyrant, will ever forgive Beezle for what he did to him.

He was wrong!

Beezle was no human, but a creature that became his worst nightmare even after death. Hotanzi\'s eyes grow cold when thinking of his now nemesis, Beezle.

Beezle appeared out of nowhere in the years when he was still alive and the 2 became best of friends. Soon, he met the love of his life, but she later fell ill from a strange sudden disease. He searched far and wide for a cure to no avail, until Beezle appeared with the antidote. At that time, he didn\'t think anything of it since he was too immersed in the joy of his beloved regaining her strength. But his happiness didn\'t last long because the illness came back once more. And like a drug addict, he soon became addicted to relying on Beezle. And then… one day, Beezle laughed and laughed maniacally, finally revealing that it was he who was the cause of it all.

He, Beezle, played Hotanzi like a flute. And if he wanted his beloved woman to ever wake up again, he had to build this tomb and do as instructed. Hotanzi didn\'t even know how many years had passed since he became what he was now. He admitted that he was not a good person when alive, but any human would freak out when going through what he went through.

The transformation process was frightening. Hotanzi was so scared that he would hurl himself in a dark corner, never allowing any servants buried with him to see his face. Alone… afraid… his only solace was in knowing that one day, he would reunite with his beloved woman. After many years, decades and eras in here, he was already used to his powers and his appearance. Wealth, monarchy… and even human emotions mean nothing to him any more. The only emotion that he never forgot was the love he felt for his beloved.

He had long forgotten his past, even forgetting what he looked like before, who his father was, and even what his outside palace used to look like. What did the guy say his real name was?

Beelzebub!

Yes, his friend Beezle\'s real name was Beelzebub.

Hotanzi clenched his fists hard.

That bastard was the one who did all this to him!