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It was Zywane.

Although there was a blood-colored pattern on his face, the structure of his head and his clothes allowed Lincoln to quickly recognize his hostile teammate.

The blood pattern on his face gave Lincoln a very familiar feeling. Somehow it even felt a little cordial.

Lincoln unconsciously stared at the pattern, his gaze suddenly making it come alive.

It was wriggling and crawling around like a blood-colored snake, and moving like one too.

The bloody snake raised its head and started hissing at Lincoln with its tongue out.

Lincoln’s eyes opened wide in shock . The snake’s head had appeared in front of him out of thin air, its tongue close to Lincoln’s lips. A strong repulsed sensation flooded Lincoln’s heart, as if he had eaten something utterly disgusting. It was actually even worse than that.

Lincoln quickly grabbed the snake’s head, feeling how slippery it was between his palms.

He wanted to toss the snake away or just crush the creature’s head.

Contrary to Lincoln’s expe