Chapter 1912

"Is that so?" Wilbur smirked.

He stepped back quickly, summoning the thunder cleaver once more as Ralph charged towards him. "There's nowhere for you to run anymore, Wilbur! Just accept your fate!"

Ralph extended his arms once more, clawing at Wilbur. Wilbur swung the thunder cleaver in his grasp, chopping Ralph's hands off once more. Yet the purple tentacles on Ralph's arm continued slithering over.

"You can't run, Wilbur! Accept your fate!"

Ralph's tentacles wrapped themselves around Wilbur like vines, uncaring of Wilbur chopping off the tentacles as they continued to grow and extend on their own.

"God, this is boring. It seems like you aren't afraid of death at all. I thought I'd be able to see fear in your eyes, but it's clear you hardly think much of this. Well then, you can just die!"

Ralph's tentacles stiffened all of a sudden, reaching out toward Wilbur from multiple directions. Wilbur was completely surrounded by black miasma all of a sudden, which formed an armor