enjoyebooks Chapter 101 The Living Devouring Nightmare, Joining in the Grand Event
Chapter 101 The Living Devouring Nightmare, Joining in the Grand Event
Chapter 101 The Living Devouring Nightmare, Joining in the Grand Event
Alma Hern's magic eyes flickered slightly. She smoothed her hair, her dress swayed, and the sequins dazzled her eyes.
She spoke with an air of pride, as if she were bestowing something upon someone: "Just thinking about it?"
"roll!"
With a clean and decisive remark, Nan'an led Suiyue away without looking back.
Almahern stood there, stunned.
She silently recited her prepared lines, ready to rip them off badly.
Why aren't you haggling?
Why didn't you bargain?
"Mood-challenged, is he a lunatic?!"
She had also dealt with E'luli, a level one monster, two or three times.
Even the most cunning killer, faced with her slickness, could only silently acknowledge her ability to maneuver between the two sides.
Almahern is proud, possessing the Eye of Aging. In the eyes of the Living Eclipse, she is already a superior being. The rules cannot completely restrain her. As long as she is willing to indulge, she can satisfy her desire to kill at any time.
She didn't think of herself as a good person, but she also didn't think she was rotten to the core.
In order to have room for maneuver, she also chose to vent her desires by raping death row inmates, just like Elu.
Why can Elu do it, but she can't?
Nan'an is quite different from the others in El Lu.
In the face of exchanging benefits and prioritizing the overall situation, it seems that nothing is as important as his own "pleasure".
Unable to see through it —
He seemed to care about everything, yet he also seemed to be doing whatever he pleased, acting without restraint or regard for the world.
After thinking it over and over, Almahern was still furious and kept cursing.
"So what if you've died once?"
"By executive order of the governor, a population verification and registration of citizens in the city of Karen shall now be carried out."
Nornbatu pinched his nose and reinstated Pirion's guards.
They had cultivated the local land for many years and knew every blade of grass and tree in Karen like the rest of the country, far surpassing the confidants he had hastily promoted.
The situation was urgent, and he could no longer afford to interfere.
Crow led Cat's Eye's elite troops closely following the guard, moving through the streets and alleys.
Shi Ying's nerves were on high alert as he intently sensed the residual magic mixed in with the crowd.
The others at Cat's Eye couldn't help but ask, "Was it always this difficult before the era of the Windwort?"
"It's effortless, but it takes your life," said the Crow. "Back then, the Fog Breakers would each divide up their own detection zones, physically probing to find out what was real and what was not. If the people in the corresponding zones didn't return or respond, it meant we had found our target."
He spoke so casually that everyone at Maoyan swallowed hard.
"Isn't there a better, safer way?"
"Yes, but it's not efficient enough. People are cheap and convenient."
The Windgrass changed the rules for selecting gods and demons and living erosion. If it weren't for the invasion of gods and demons, even the Bewitching Raven would feel that history was too distant to recall.
Thinking of this, he checked the metal box that was kept close to his chest.
The observant food critic exclaimed, "That's... a collectible?"
The confidentiality policy for the public means that those who know the inside story refer to the controllable gods and demons as "collections" in public.
Those authorized to take these bizarre toys out and about are all notorious ruthless characters in Nora's repertoire.
"The emergency plan... if possible, I'd rather not deploy it; it's not that controllable." The Raven tightened its collar. "I personally subdued it from the black mist."
Even the most controllable gods and demons are still gods and demons. In the hands of ordinary people, Shiying would only think about whether to use ritual magic for targeted blasting and sniping, or high-temperature sterilization.
However, given that the crows were in charge, their only reaction was that this was perfectly reasonable.
Young Cat's Eye grew up listening to the stories of the Bewitching Crow.
The survivors of Gransol Fortress are hailed as witnesses to the twilight of heroes.
The E'lu, a special force against gods and demons, was established and became known in Nora for its violence and efficiency, which inspired the neighboring Anze to follow suit and establish the Yaoxiao.
Standing firm on the front line against the black mist for a century, welcoming and seeing off countless fog-breakers, and traversing half the history of the black mist, he alone remained unchanged.
It is said that he was a ruthless and violent character in his early years, and his efficiency in twisting and ripping people's heads was no less than that of Nan'an.
Perhaps it's due to his age and increased sentimentality, but in recent years, the number of living monsters that died under his command has gradually decreased, giving off a sense of a hero in his twilight years, no longer able to fight back.
Many Maoyan users, knowing that Huoya was personally leading the team this time, using the matches as practice, couldn't hide their excitement.
He's a living fossil; seeing him is a guaranteed win.
An urgent call came through the communications of Pirion's patrol guards.
"Urgent report, urgent report, there's a live eclipse, ugh—"
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The screams stopped abruptly, followed by a series of intermittent, drafty "hoarse" sounds, then the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground and flesh being torn apart, with a slightly resilient quality.
The raven demanded sharply of the captain of the guard beside it, "Where?"
"The tavern street next to the outlying shops."
During their journey, the crow spotted guards moving at high speed from all directions.
Upon receiving the message, they instantly switched to combat mode, quickly forming a team with the surrounding mages, creating a standard 2-mage, 3-mage formation.
Shield Guard, 1 Messenger combination.
The shield guards advanced physically, while the mage continuously cast buff spells.
Messengers gather information by using their high mobility to draw attention.
If Nan'an were here, he would also be amazed by the efficient combination of infantry and tanks in this magical era.
Quick and coordinated, quiet and elegant.
Without years of training, it is impossible to achieve random pairing and instant combat strength.
The crow took in everything.
Ordinary living erosion, without Elmar Hern's ability to escape, would be overwhelmed by the endless stream of small square formations no matter how good they were at fighting.
Pirion mastered the art of using a combination of massive human waves and regional combat squads against gods and demons.
To break the deadlock, we must use magic to deal area damage.
Compared to the academic elites of the Shuangmian who only possess theoretical experience, the Keren, located on the border, has rich practical experience.
The raven released a black crow, which, through its eyes, glimpsed the horrific scene inside the house through the window.
There were four corpses in total.
The bodies of the guards were relatively intact, while those of the civilians looked as if they had been gnawed by dogs.
There was another one, with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a scroll made of canvas.
The crow entered the room with a normal expression. He turned over the corpse, which had been hastily torn to shreds and had large holes exposed in its chest and abdomen. He looked at the bite marks with a puzzled expression.
The group of people who entered the house together were not so calm.
Comparable to graduating from university and just entering society, one's naivety and immaturity are clearly revealed at this moment.
The academic atmosphere was strong, and the students, who were inclined towards elitism, had never seen such a bloody scene before.
Internal organs spilled all over the ground, and because the prisoner was in a hurry, a pile of crushed meat was left on the ground.
"Restore it."
"Aren't we going to track them down first?" Shiying was taken aback. "They might not have gone far yet."
The Bewitching Raven said, "There is a huge risk in rashly pursuing unknown gods and demons and the Living Eclipse. I need information."
Shi Ying took a deep breath, enduring the pungent smell of blood in the air, and plunged his hand into the bloodstains on the ground.
With few people around, the magical aura was relatively stable, and the shadow generated by [Silent Shadow] was solid and stable.
A dark figure knocked on the door of a house and suddenly reached out to attack, making a stabbing motion.
This is the first victim, the homeowner.
"stop."
Food Shadow quickly froze the trajectory of the flowing magic, pausing the moment of capture.
The shadowy figure's movement was frozen in time, bending over and lying prone on top of the victim.
The crow suddenly realized: "I see. To perfectly simulate the victim's aura, we also need the flesh and blood of the original body. We can continue."
The restoration continued, and the shadowy figure moved again. This time, its body stretched into a long, rectangular scroll, making a motion that drew blood to flow into itself.
This further confirms the crow's speculation.
Pure imitation can already fool the Wind-Embroidered Grass; further integration with flesh and blood allows the mimicry of gods and demons to achieve infinite anthropomorphism.
Through repeated killing, blood-sucking, and learning, they will not only gradually increase their strength, but may also push the power of seamlessly connecting gods, demons, and magic to its extreme.
The others with cat eyes also realized the strangeness of this group of mimicking gods and demons, and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.
The half-painted scroll and the half-human-shaped object on the table were increasingly horrifying to look at.
If it is allowed to grow silently, who can distinguish it from a normal human being?
The silent photography continues.
The mimicking god-demon enjoying its prey sensed something and hastily tried to revert to human form, but halfway through, its body arched up like a shrimp.
The crow looked at the indentation in the wall of the room.
The attacker was very strong; with a casual strike, he sent the mimicking god-demon flying backward.
"Why aren't there any new photos?" the person with the cat's eye asked in surprise.
The bewitching raven said in a deep voice, "Because there is no magic, therefore—the person who came is a living Eclipse."
The cats were startled.
Is Karen a place with auspicious feng shui?
The mimicking gods and demons invaded and "ate people," but unexpectedly, the one who appeared to stop them was the Living Eclipse, and—he also ate people!
The monstrous, half-human, half-painting-like creature was utterly powerless to resist. It was suppressed at close range, unable to use its magic, its chest was dented, its throat was bitten off, and the lower half of the painting shattered into tiny fragments.
The absence of photographs does not prevent the reconstruction of the events following the discovery of the bewitching crow.
The mimicking god-demon was severely injured and on the verge of death. The Living Erosion forcibly dug it out and devoured its god-demon fragments, causing its power to dissipate. In the end, it died while maintaining half of its mimicry transformation.
This also means that these mimicking gods and demons possess the bizarre power to completely devour and evolve into humans.
Shi Ying took a deep breath, puzzled, and asked, "If it came for the fragments of gods and demons, why would it eat people?"
"Either they become bloodthirsty and lose control of their divine and demonic power, or they fuse with new divine and demonic fragments on the spot and lose their minds—"
—You will continue to follow the guard.
The crow turned and went out, disappearing without hesitation into the stinking ditch behind the house that led to the underground waterway.
Even before entering, he had guessed the other party's escape route.
Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle. Once he obtained the crucial information, he immediately set off, swift as the wind.
The canal was low, and the bewitching raven crouched as it moved forward, taking out a statue and asking Nanan if he had heard of similar cases in Kren.
The guards' communication statue restricted its use, so Nan'an, who was searching the east side, was unaware of the gains made on the other side.
Upon hearing what had happened, he frowned deeply.
Again?
The first case that I took over as the supervisor of the El Lu region was this mysterious living eclipse.
Not long ago, after lying low for a long time, he killed two more of his kind.
The only beneficiary in this process was Corella.
Although the corpse was mangled and bloody with few traces of gods and demons, the corroded skeleton was still an item on the forbidden material list of some alchemists and necromancers.
In short, it can be sold!
Nan'an originally thought that this ruthless person would lie low for a while longer to digest the divine and demonic power he already possessed, but he actually made a move again?
He admitted helplessly that he knew nothing about it.
This eclipse has extremely strong counter-surveillance capabilities. Each time it commits a crime, the scene may seem to have many traces, but in reality, there is no useful information at all.
"So, it has completed at least three fusions." The raven pulled the metal box from the lining and placed it in its jacket pocket. "It hasn't completely gone mad yet; it still has some sanity. It's not simple either."
Nan'an heard the sound of splashing in the water: "Are you tracking me?"
The raven glanced at the filthy animal hide boots, remembering Gunn's nagging about how the family artisans made them by hand—
"A very unseemly pursuit, this place—it stinks."
It simply released a bubble, enveloping itself within it.
The raven didn't want to waste its magic, but the silt accumulated in the canal emitted a stench that filled the air. Even as it passed through like a gust of wind, the stench lingered like a veil, leaving a lasting "fragrance".
"I'm getting old, aren't I? When I was young, I could just be more tolerant, but now I don't want to mistreat myself," he said with a self-deprecating laugh.
The foul stench erased the bloody smell left by the live-eating murder.
It doesn't matter; even if the raven doesn't know tracking magic, it can still lock onto the direction and leave a trail of footprints.
Having finished the hunt, it was in a daze and had no way to hide it.
Following the gradually disappearing footprints, the bewitching crow arrived at the end of the confluence of sewage.
This is a stinking waterfall with a drop of 20 meters. Through here, the filth is transferred to a deeper underground waterway, reaching the purification site where magicians and alchemists gather to process it and carry out the "gold panning" process.
The black crow spread its broad wings from behind the bewitching crow, and as it swooped down, it saw the living erosion that had flowed through the sewage, leaving behind even clearer footprints.
"It's actually a person?"
He originally thought it was a mixed-race species with a very high purity.
"Nan'an, are you listening?"
"Communication is normal. As for whether it's human, boss, the bite marks on the corpse show that this monster has a very large mouth with an amazing bite force. Suiyue certainly couldn't do that."
"Why did you use me as an example?!"
The serious and tense atmosphere instantly turned into a lighthearted one when Suiyue's name appeared.
The crow couldn't help but laugh.
Most Nora people would probably find it hard to believe that Nanan is a gentle and humorous person in private.
The Twin Crowns had already associated Nan'an with the Headhunter Butcher, whose initial rumor was that he was unhappy if he didn't kill someone.
Not long ago, he became irritable because he had no kills to play with.
When he left, it had evolved to the point that Nan'an liked to use skulls as wine glasses, especially those of beautiful girls.
Amidst the oppressive atmosphere brought by the Black Mist Calendar, the reappearance of the old man from Gray Star was like a breath of fresh air entering an old house that had been covered in dust for a long time.
The warm sunlight streamed into the house, shining through the windows. Even the smallest specks of light, as tiny as dust, were swept up by the wind and swirled in the air, bathed in its glow, and thus became cheerful and bright.
It's as if discussing the anecdotes of the Gray Star people can take us back to an era that was a hundred times better than the present.
"Can they still catch up?" Nan'an expressed doubt. "The interval is too long."
"He won't get far," the crow said confidently. "His rationality isn't enough to carry out a properly planned escape route to the end."
He stopped at a branch point of a canal.
The footprints faded and disappeared here, and there was no light around, only darkness.
The crow observed the accumulated dust on both sides of the passageway, deliberately extinguished the warm light emanating from its surroundings, and waved with a cold smile.
Several black crows, conjured by magic, let out sharp, piercing cries, their distinctively raspy voices echoing endlessly through the empty waterway.
The crows circled and flapped their wings, taking turns cawing without pause, their noise annoying and disruptive.
As if a gust of wind had blown by, in the inky darkness, a blurry outline landed on all fours, leaped up, and pounced straight at the bewitching crow.
"Shut up—shut up—shut up—shut up, ahhhhhh!"
In the darkness, two red lights suddenly appeared.
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