“It looks a bit scary.”
The grotesque, enormous beehive lood over the plains, drawing the attention of nurous demons. They flocked towards the wizard tower, continuously entering through the various holes in the beehive.
However, while demons were seen entering, none ever erged.
This wizard tower, resembling a blood-flesh nest, seed to act as a bottomless pit of flesh and blood, devouring every demon that ventured inside.
Around the plains, many demons appeared irresistibly drawn to the beehive, relentlessly making their way into its depths.
“What is going on?”
“How could Korsky’s wizard tower look like this?”
“I’ve heard about such things before,” another voice chid in. “It seems this might be a biological wizard tower, constructed from the corpses or even living bodies of creatures.”
“That’s absolutely terrifying.”
“I rember seeing sothing like this in an old compendium,” soone else recalled. “So past wizards also used biological wizard towers, but—”
Their words trailed off, but the aning was clear to everyone around.
The appearance of this wizard tower was undeniably grotesque.
Although wizards were generally known for their unconventional tastes, this structure seed to defy common aesthetic sense and diverged significantly from the mainstream design of wizard towers.
“I actually find it rather elegant,” Jado said, breaking the uneasy silence. “I believe that by sacrificing certain elents, one can gain others. Korsky’s wizard tower must have formidable combat capabilities.”
As ti passed, the blood-soaked nest continued to swell, its surface bulging with thick, visible veins.
Pop—
A crack ford on the surface of the nest, and a stream of crimson blood surged out from the fissure.
The ground beneath trembled, as rocks and dust were blasted into the air, creating a large cloud of debris.
Lynn’s sharp eyes caught the occasional flicker of rune light in so inconspicuous corners of the blood-flesh nest! This subtle detail confird that the blood-flesh nest was indeed a wizard tower and not rely a grotesque creation of flesh.
The blood-flesh nest, originally shaped like a beehive, continued to rise, its form expanding upward. Simultaneously, it emitted a terrifying aura.
Not only did the surrounding demons react to this ominous presence, but Lynn also felt a strange, subtle yearning deep within him. It was as though sothing within the blood-flesh nest was calling to him, a magnetic pull he couldn’t quite ignore.
On the distant plains, a tide of demons gathered, a massive swarm pressing in from afar.
“No wonder we didn’t see many demons on our way here,” Xiao Yu murmured. “They must have all been drawn to this demon nest.”
“But I wonder what price Korsky paid to amass such a large-scale slaughter of demons.”
“Normally, we need to fill out material requests just to capture a few demons for experintation. Korsky can’t possibly be an illegitimate child of a senior mber of the demon wizard academy, can he?” one of the apprentices joked.
“Shh, be careful with your words. I’ve heard that Korsky’s family has no connections with the demon wizard academy. However, there are rumors that he might be linked to chanist City.”
On the plains ahead, the colossal blood-flesh nest continued to rise, resembling a resurrected giant of flesh from a rotting carcass. The dark red tower surface was dotted with hollow, circular openings that, from a distance, resembled countless eyes.
Extending from the hive, thick, fleshy tendrils reached out, sweeping across the area. With each sweep, a multitude of demons was effortlessly crushed and torn apart. Their shattered limbs and spilt blood spread out across the ground, seeping into the earth.
Lynn observed that the blood on the ground seeped downward at an unnatural rate, hinting at the possibility of even more terrifying entities lurking beneath the surface.
This wizard tower. Lynn narrowed his eyes.
The power of the tower before him had already exceeded his understanding.
Unlike the wizard towers Lynn had studied, this blood-flesh wizard tower resembled a biological weapon.
In the depths of the Abyss Crossing Great Rift Valley, more powerful demons were drawn to the site, including so of the third and even fourth levels.
Despite the overwhelming tide of demons, the blood-flesh tower continued to slaughter them with a ruthless and formidable strength. Vast quantities of flesh and blood were absorbed into the earth, nourishing the tower.
At the very top of the blood-flesh tower, amidst tendrils that resembled the filants of a flower, Korsky stood with his eyes closed and head bowed, as if trapped in a deep slumber.
Lynn had an unsettling feeling that they were partaking in so sort of special ritual.
In this ritual, Korsky and his wizard tower were undergoing a profound transformation, shrouded in mystery.
Lynn was amazed.
This trip was really not in vain; the cold, lifeless data on paper could never compare to the vivid reality of the experint unfolding before him.
It turned out that a wizard tower could undergo such a transformation.
This was likely the direction he had read about—the biological wizard tower. He wondered what the scene would be like if Lady Maybetessa’s Elven Mother Tree wizard tower unleashed its full power?
The Elven Mother Tree was said to be one of the greatest treasures of the elf clan. The elves were born from the Elven Mother Tree itself.
As the crowd observed, Korsky, who was sleeping at the top of the blood-flesh nest, reached the most critical mont of the ritual. Every piece of flesh on his body trembled; beneath his wide wizard robe, his skin undulated like the tide.
Korsky’s face twitched uncontrollably, and suddenly—bam!—a burst of blood erupted from him.
Then ca the second, third, and fourth bursts. Korsky’s body seed to collapse like a malfunctioning machine, disintegrating into a mass of bloody flesh left behind.
“Machinery never errs,” a sowhat blurred image surfaced in Korsky’s mind.
“Your mother contracted the divine calamity. If we had discovered it earlier, there might have been hope, but it’s too late now.”
“Dad, don’t kill Mom,” the young boy pleaded desperately, clinging to his father’s leg. When he was little and wanted sothing, he would charm his parents this way, and they would always grant his wishes.
“This is the data computed by the chanical brain, using the most refined algorithms to determine the best outco. If your mother’s level is completely transford into a divine calamity, it would cause significant damage to chanist City. I can promise you other things, but not this one. And your mother agreed to this decision.”
“No, I don’t believe it. It must be a mistake. Mom will be fine.”
“Feelings may err, but numbers never lie.” His father’s voice was cold as his chanical hand gently stroked the boy’s soft golden hair.
“You’re lying to ! Mom would never agree! I hate cold, chanical numbers!”
But amidst the countless chunks of rotten flesh, ghostly blue lights suddenly began to shine, resembling both hope and torches.
These light points were composed of countless tiny particles, as small as dust, with a single extrely tiny tal grain at their center that was even imperceptible to the naked eye. They began to float.
“Blood-flesh are weak, machinery ascends—”
A series of cold, chanical voices began to chant softly. These voices erged from the tallic particles, intertwining as they did. The blue glow began to faintly outline the silhouette of a seated figure. It was none other than Korsky, who had been perched at the top of the wizard tower just monts before.
The tallic particles were replicating at an indescribable speed. Over ti, a vague human form began to take shape in the space where the flesh had once been.
Below, the surface of the blood-flesh wizard tower began to shimr with tallic luster. This mighty force was distorting and altering the very essence of the blood-flesh wizard tower.
Yet, this distortion seed to provoke the blood-flesh wizard tower. A trendous force retaliated against the invading chanical power.
‘Blood-flesh are weak, machinery ascends; blood-flesh are weak, machinery ascends; blood-flesh are weak, machinery ascends—blood-flesh, blood-flesh.’
The chanting, once rhythmic and chanical, suddenly faltered. The cold, robotic voices grew hoarse and deep.
The tallic gleam on the surface of the blood-flesh wizard tower twisted grotesquely, at tis decaying, at other tis appearing pristine. Even from their vantage point, Lynn and the others could see that two opposing forces were battling for dominance.
Lynn began to discern so patterns. It seed that Korsky possessed a formidable chanical power, and the other was the power of the blood-flesh side.
The power of the chanical side was easy to guess. His father was the boss of chanist City, so it was not too much to give him so trump cards.
However, the blood-flesh power was particularly intriguing to Lynn. To be able to stand against the trump cards provided by a powerful wizard from the chanist City suggested a level of strength that was incredibly high.
This level of power likely wasn’t inherent to Korsky himself but was being drawn from so external source.
Lynn’s gaze returned to the blood-flesh wizard tower below.
Rumor had it that biological wizard towers were modeled after so powerful creature, modified to serve as formidable fortresses. The blood-flesh wizard tower that had evolved from the indistinguishable, blood-flesh nest beneath him might well be the creation of a being with an extraordinarily high level of blood-flesh mastery.
On the plain, the never-ending tide of demons, though not nurous, had beco the fuel for the blood-flesh wizard tower. Each demon that fell to the tower was like the proverbial last straw that broke the cal’s back.
The tallic shards that adorned the tower decayed at a visibly rapid rate, turning to ash in their final monts. The once-clear image of countless tallic particles at the tower’s peak beca blurred, as if disrupted by so invisible force, and then they all vanished, as though they had exhausted their energy.
In the anti, the mass of rotting flesh below was rapidly reconstituting. Bright red tendrils of flesh extended and intertwined, forming a formless, faceless entity composed entirely of sinewy muscle. The grotesque visage of this creation suddenly sprouted a layer of pale skin, spreading outward from the center of its forehead.
Even the apprentices who had witnessed the grotesque transformation couldn’t help but shudder at the sight of the face now forming. Though they knew the face belonged to Korsky, the thought of what might lie hidden beneath was deeply unsettling. His essence had long since transcended that of a human or any known creature; he had beco a re aggregation of flesh and blood.
The reborn Korsky raised his head and gazed skyward, his arms slowly stretching outwards.
Below him, the earth trembled incessantly. Massive fissures spread outward like a spider’s web, as if sothing terrifying was about to erge from the depths of the ground.
Lynn and the others, watching from a safe distance, retreated hastily. The demons, once drawn to the wizard tower by an irresistible allure, now regained their senses. The tantalizing scent had vanished, and they halted in their tracks, gazing with trepidation at the colossal figure slowly rising from the earth.
It was like a towering small hill, with bright red flas burning on the dark red, mottled flesh. Eight thick legs, as robust as crab legs, erged from the ground, each covered in blood-red palms. From a distance, they looked like the hairs on the legs.
At the center of the giant creature’s back was a structure that resembled a blood-flesh tower but had a more pronounced, spiky appearance. At its apex stood Korsky.
The red flas on the giant creature’s back suddenly extinguished, only to flare back up monts later. The muscles of the giant creature’s back twisted and contorted, leaving behind blackened holes.
From these holes emanated a creepy, echoing chant, “Machinery decay, soul is weak, blood-flesh eternal!”
“Blood-Flesh eternal!!!”
“Blood-Flesh eternal!!!”
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