Chapter 741: Chapter 208: Coming in Droves (Vote for Monthly Tickets)
Splat! Splat!
It was exactly eleven o’clock at noon.
Continuous splashes kept ringing out from the school’s swimming facility.
The Divine Favored, Alynad, watched the goddess before him with focused attention, “Didn’t you tell that you were a pure maiden?”
The girl, at the age of eighteen, with a lovely figure, had a layer of fine bumps on her skin and trembled slightly as she spoke, “My lord, I’ve only been to a hotel with n ten tis… I’m quite pure for a girl my age. Please, my lord, don’t, don’t kill …”
“Heh, you dare to call yourself pure after ten tis?”
Alynad gritted his teeth and pulled a swollen, transparent tentacle out of her body, shaking off the blood that clung to it.
He could bear no more, and strangled the girl before him to death.
The girl struggled fiercely but in vain; she died with an expression of unwillingness and fear on her face. Her body fell into the water and joined the other seasoned young corpses of her age, turning the entire swimming pool red.
In the vast pool, dozens upon dozens of bodies floated, subrging slightly, their feeble mouths filled silently with the red water of the pool, issuing their last wordless questioning: Why?
After doing all this, Alynad turned around to see more than twenty girls who had already undergone preliminary transformations.
These girls had sharp teeth and razor-like nails; their eyes were filled completely with pitch-black pupils, like a pack of mad dogs, they tore at each other’s flesh, gnawing on bones and sucking marrow, acting like lunatics as the ground was littered with their limbs and body parts.
Alynad stared at them for a long while, then slowly said, “These twenty or so people will at best give rise to ten Divine Favored. Too slow, the efficiency is too low. A whole morning passed, and less than ten Divine Favored were created. I will be punished.”
“Pfft.” A scoffing laugh ca forth.
Alynad glared at his schadenfreude-filled peer, loosening and then clenching his fist, before finally saying, “I had thought that the human girls in the school would be plentiful in number and purity. I was mistaken. These filthy humans are as though they are infested by Slaanesh, disgusting.”
Rashaim said with an ironic laugh, “That’s because there’s a problem with your thod. You’re attracting them with human solicitation, think about it, what kind of pure maidens can you find? Plus, the location you chose is problematic.”
Alynad slightly turned his head, “What’s the problem?”
“You went to the health school district,” Rashaim said.
“What’s wrong with the health school district?” Alynad’s brows furrowed even more, and the worms in his eyes writhed, tangling with each other as though they were about to crawl out.
Rashaim chuckled lightly, “For so reasons, many girls have chaotic private lives there; almost one in every three likes to ss around. And with the approach you’re using, you’re exacerbating their desires, naturally attracting those who co for your body, hoping to engage in relations with you.”
“So?”
“Your thod has already excluded real traditional human females. Trying to select virgins from the remaining crowd is like looking for a needle in a haystack.”
“Is that the reason?” Alynad asked.
“That’s why you don’t understand humans, let alone female humans. If it were , I would quickly find the right place and gather a hundred Divine Favored,” Rashaim said.
Alynad looked at him, and at last said, “What price would I need to pay?”
“It’s simple,” three parasitic species.”
“I don’t have much left.”
“I know you can manage it, Alynad, you wouldn’t want anything to go wrong and be blad by Lord Sarquis, would you? No, by that ti, he won’t just be Sarquis, he will beco…”
“I got it.”
Alynad cut off the incessant chattering and began to play with the skin over his heart.
He rubbed and rubbed, more and more, until his skin fissured, and strands of flesh curled up as if scorched.
Each of these nematode-like strands was connected to his heart.
Through repeated rubbing, Alynad grew noticeably weaker, but he succeeded in rolling out three pieces of flesh the size of thumbs.
Each flesh ball, composed of hundreds of compressed nematodes, had its own face, arms, and legs, eerily resembling a human form.
They were still alive; upon touching the air, they let out a pungent screech, like hundreds of babies wailing at once.
After handing over the three “parasitic species” to the other party, Alynad hesitated, then said hoarsely, “Don’t let this affect the coming of the Lord, I’d rather be punished.”
Rashaim opened his mouth, a flexible tongue rolled out and swallowed the three flesh balls, his complexion rosy, he said with a beaming smile, “Rest assured, what is difficult for you is but a trifle for . Leave these ten Divine Favored to ; I’ll take care of your task, you can leave now.”
“I hope you keep your promise.”
Having said that, Alynad no longer looked at those half-finished Divine Favored who were still fighting each other, quickly left the gymnasium, and headed toward the school gate.
His speed initially was fast, no different from usual, but it gradually slowed down once he was completely out of Rashaim’s sight. His whole body beca as if dehydrated, shriveled and loose, as if it took great effort to keep the flesh from falling off the bones.
Clearly, the act of forcibly creating three parasitic species had put a far greater toll on Alynad than it seed.
Rashaim paid no more attention to the departing ally but turned with hands behind his back, a “da! da!” sound coming from his mouth.
With the sharp, short clicking of his tongue, the fighting girls stopped their battle and followed behind Rashaim one by one, their expressions blank as they walked.
They passed through a grassy area spotted with fallen leaves and liquid, through a ginkgo corridor hung with love letters and graduation declarations, and amid the sleepy sounds of reading, they arrived at the rooftop of a campus building to the north.
Those blank-faced girls, already transford into half human, half demons, were dispatched by him.
Staggering, they went to every classroom, every corner of the entire senior three teaching building.
After all this was done, Rashaim looked behind him, at the middle-aged couple kneeling on the ground, at the girl in a white dress, as pure and clear as a lotus flower.
“It’s about ti, let’s start,” Rashaim ordered indifferently.
The middle-aged couple’s faces were filled with joy as they stood up and said to their daughter,
“Xin Rui, it’s going to start~”
“Xin Rui, mom and dad are proud of you.”
After speaking, they took out blades and, under the terrified gaze of the young girl, smiled as they slit their own throats.
Blood spurted out, falling to the ground and flowing along a specific trajectory, circling round and round. They kept moving, continuing to slash their bodies with knives, sacrificing everything in front of the girl, including flesh and organs.
On the rooftop, only the hoarse sobs of utter despair from the girl remained.
Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.
Rashaim watched the middle-aged couple feed themselves to their daughter, watched the girl lie on the ground, and couldn’t help but rub the corner of his eye.
He twisted his fallen nose back in place and lifted the sagging corners of his mouth.
Then, he caressed his watch, checked the ti, and imdiately smiled.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
At eleven-thirty, the school bell rang.
Simultaneously, one scream after another erupted from the teaching building below.
Those emotions of terror, despair, fear, and so forth ca flooding in like a tide, clamoring to enter the girl’s body, gradually outlining on her stomach a phantom image of two intertwining faces, each ensnaring the other!
The girl’s eyes lost their luster, and with a noticeably swelling belly, she hobbled along the handrail towards the edge of the rooftop…
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Eleven twenty.
At the center of the Safe Zone, the main temple of the Astronomy Association.
The tense atmosphere of the Judgent Departnt seed to have no effect on the calm serenity of these scholars.
They continued as before, so playing instrunts, so sitting opposite each other playing chess.
Of course, there were so subtle differences. The “teachers” who usually held scrolls and spoke with inflection were nowhere to be seen today.
And at the high platform where the stars are observed, the usual sight of Master Han painting the view was also missing.
This caused so dissatisfaction among the students. How could their ntor be so negligent? How were they to study earnestly?
So they played their instrunts with even more vigor, as if to prove their diligence when unsupervised.
At this very mont.
As one of the only two demigods in the local Safe Zone, and chairman of the Astronomy Association, the “Astrologer” Han Mo, sat in a wheelchair being rapidly pushed by three disciples towards the central platform at the base of the Star Tower.
— Previously, he had injured his eyes and had taken several days to recover, only to sustain serious injuries a few days ago during an excursion, nearly splitting him in two.
Fortunately, with the Safe Zone’s other demigod being a Doctor, she intervened to prevent Han Mo’s death.
However, while he escaped death, punishnt was inescapable. Han Mo had been bedridden for several days, only managing to et people by necessity near noon today.
Just as he was finally discharged from the dical ward, he heard from his subordinates that Esoteric believers had been plotting for days and were preparing to launch an attack today.
Indeed, he had just woken up and was rushing over in his wheelchair without stopping.
As the chairman of a Third-class Safe Zone’s Astronomy Association, Han Mo felt that life was indeed very challenging.
Today, the important figures from the upper echelons of the Safe Zone, the directors of organizations like the Supervision Bureau, the Judgent Departnt, the Research Institutes, and so on, had all gathered.
“Master Han!”
Everyone saluted.
Han Mo responded with a grunt to indicate they need not be so formal, “What’s the situation now?”
Bai Sanxiang reported, “Defenses have been set up throughout the city, and for the following week, we have arranged for people to patrol the entire city with high intensity every day, striving to minimize damage.”
“Well done.”
Han Mo first nodded and then proceeded to calculate with his fingers, his expression growing increasingly ugly.
He discovered that Bai Sanxiang was lying; it wasn’t about a week. The opponents were planning to strike with full force today, to eradicate the heretics.
Beyond that, it was pitch black; he could see nothing.
A sign of great misfortune!
Han Mo fell silent for a mont, choosing not to expose Bai Sanxiang’s lie. Instead, he turned to address the elegantly-attired woman in white robes in the corner, “Venerable, I must trouble you to accompany on a trip! The situation is special, we must respond with the highest level of alert. We’ll jointly request reinforcents, asking headquarters to send soone.”
This veiled woman in light gauze was naturally the other demigod stationed in the Safe Zone, the “Fertility Venerable” Zou Wanqing.
A joint request for help from two demigods indicated the urgency of the situation, and the Eastern Extre Zone would imdiately dispatch at least three more demigods for support.
Zou Wanqing responded and ca forward, taking it upon herself to push Han Mo towards a hidden door.
The three disciples of Han Mo saluted and withdrew.
After hearing certain words, they all understood what Han Mo intended to do next. It was a sight none of them could witness, so along with the other directors, they stepped back, waiting quietly.
“You’re getting old too, only now noticing the problem,” Zou Wanqing said as she ca forward to push Han Mo herself, reaching the door.
“Sigh, I’ve been down on my luck recently, indeed getting old…” Han Mo gave a wry smile, took out a jade tablet, and pressed it against the device, opening the safe room door.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stiffened, looking down at his chest.
A pale white hand, pure as jade, was thrust straight through his chest, clutching his heart!
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