603 Organs Again
The dark-green light morphed into a beam, slamming into the old man’s chest and sinking into the loose black robe, akin to sunlight, unstoppable.
Already appearing seven to eight years younger, the old man’s expression twisted, and every inch of exposed skin displayed signs of lting.
His aura rapidly waned.
Simultaneously, a burst of vigorous life force erupted from his body. Under the lting skin, flesh and blood writhed, resisting the mutation.
The black-robed old man’s eyes darkened, and he abruptly faded away.
In an instant, a hazy face erged from the armchair at the dining table, blending with the brown wood, about to gain clarity.
At that mont, a cascade of flas descended from the crimson-fla-covered ceiling, soaking the armchair and swiftly setting it ablaze.
Before the brown face could fully materialize, it succumbed to the raging flas, forced to retreat.
Lumian lost sight and sense of the black-robed elder subsequently.
While surveying the surroundings, Lugano, lying on the dining table, suddenly sat up and jumped down. He stared at Lumian with vacant eyes, like a wandering zombie.
Lumian chuckled, raising his right hand and pointing at Lugano.
With this gesture, specks of brilliance shimred in his eyes, as if the cosmos had descended.
Lugano found himself in an empty night sky, surrounded by twinkling stars.
He stood rooted to the ground in a daze. Without any subsequent actions, he resembled a machine that had lost its energy and controller.
Having settled his servant, Lumian surveyed his surroundings once more.
Yet, his eyes brimd with flowing and burning crimson flas, and the black-robed elder’s figure remained elusive.
Lumian’s expression remained stoic as he splayed the five fingers on his right hand, clenching them into a fist.
His body suddenly grew heavy, and the flas surrounding him surged towards him like a river converging into the sea, drawn by an invisible force.
Bottles, organs from various body parts, and lightweight items in the room soared towards Lumian.
On the wooden coat rack near the door, the transparent figure of the black-robed elder protruded, pulled away by an unseen force.
He fought with all his might, but he couldn’t resist the pull towards Lumian. It was akin to a piece of wood caught in a flood or a thin leaf fluttering in a fierce wind.
Lumian’s left hand was already raised, and the crimson, nearly white fla in his palm rapidly turned white under the intense suction force, forming a minuscule ball.
Layers of compressed white-hot fireballs were unleashed, and the weighty and fearso suction force dissipated.
Pa! The black-robed elder finally landed on the floor, his vision completely engulfed by the blazing white fireball.
Rumble!
The blazing white fireball collided with the Beyonder conducting the sinister surgery and strange ritual. The explosion’s sound echoed into the distance but was muffled by the darkness shrouding the room, preventing it from perating.
In the midst of such a violent explosion, no one on the ship heard or sensed anything awry.
Rumble!
The black-robed elder’s body was shredded by the devastating explosion. Countless corpse fragnts were instantly charred or consud by bright flas, scattering across every corner of the living room and dining room.
With spirit channeling at his disposal and Ludwig providing support, Lumian reveled in the authority of the Governor of the Sea and the nearly demigod-level power it bestowed. He cared not for what the enemy might transform into.
Incredible. Is this what it’s like to be a demigod? Even if it’s just an illusion… Sadly, it won’t last beyond six in the morning… Lumian sighed, directing his gaze at the burning corpse fragnts.
A quick inspection revealed that the black-robed elder’s flesh had rapidly charred or turned to ashes. It was as if frost had t magma from a volcanic eruption.
In a matter of seconds, only the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, intestines, and stomach remained in the room, along with a grayish-white half-charred brain.
Wh… Even with his feet, Lumian could tell that sothing was awry.
Except for the brain, the remnants of the enemy were all internal organs.
The malevolent surgery he had just completed involved extracting soone’s internal organs to let them live as if nothing happened!
At the sa ti, the peculiar ritual he perford utilized the complete set of internal organs to attempt to reconstruct the so-called Child of God’s body!
All internal organs—it was hard for Lumian not to draw a connection.
Could it be that this fellow’s internal organs were extracted before, and he survived by piecing together others’ internal organs, becoming a Beyonder? What’s this called? Human alchemy? If it’s true, who took his internal organs? Lumian pondered silently.
The stars in his eyes swiftly dissipated, and Lugano returned to the real world.
From a distance of four to five ters, Lumian raised his right hand and smoothly swung it.
Smack!
Lugano felt the impact of an invisible force against his face.
With a sudden jolt, his eyes gradually cleared of their blank stare.
The first sight that greeted Lugano was the crimson flas falling around him, extinguishing before causing any havoc.
Then, he noticed charred body parts, scattered internal organs, glass jars filled with light-amber liquid, and organs soaked in them.
Am I still dreaming? Is this a nightmare? Just as this thought crossed Lugano’s mind, the image of his employer, Louis Berry, with black hair and green eyes, appeared before him.
Son of a bitch, this dream took an unexpected turn! Lugano shuddered and involuntarily inquired, “What happened?”
Lumian pondered for a mont and asked, “What dream did you just experience?”
What dream? Lugano confird his wakefulness and recollected, “I dread of my childhood. My mother stood at the door, urging to co ho for dinner. She even sang a nursery rhy from my hotown…
“She’s been gone for almost ten years. I miss her dearly. I kept walking towards the door, but I couldn’t reach her…”
At that mont, Lugano realized that this wasn’t their suite. He exclaid in shock,
“What happened?”
With a smile, Lumian responded, “You slept until midnight and suddenly sleepwalked all the way here. An old man had plans to operate on you, remove your kidneys, and slowly turn you into a patient like Enio.”
The more Lugano listened, the more fear gripped him. Earlier, he had wondered how soone like Enio, who had lost most of his internal organs, could still be alive, albeit turning weak—only to realize that he was so close to turning into a similar figure!
“Hiss…” Lugano gasped and asked with trepidation, “Where’s that old man?”
“That’s all that remains.” Lumian gestured at the internal organs and the grayish-white, half-charred brain on the ground.
Without giving Lugano a chance to sigh, Lumian instructed, “Bring Ludwig here.”
It was also almost ti for his midnight snack.
Lugano hastily left the suite, grateful for choosing to follow Lumian to the Southern Continent.
Otherwise, he would be at the rcy of such situations elsewhere!
Lugano believed this matter had nothing to do with Lumian. He had brought it upon himself. If it were Trier, he might have encountered a similar patient who had lost internal organs.
Lumian watched him leave, raised his right hand, and stroked his chin.
Simply hearing the infant’s cries from the failed ritual can influence Beyonders of the Planter pathway to sleep and act in a sleepwalking state, receiving corresponding orders?
Isn’t this too exaggerated? It’s an absolute suppression on the Planter pathway…
I could understand a similar phenonon if that ritual had succeeded, and the Child of God was truly born. Yet, it’s already this powerful despite being a failed product?
Even with the limitation of its range, it’s still terrifying… Is there a key reason I don’t know?
Moreover, can only Beyonders of the Planter or Sower pathways hear the Child of God’s cries? Can the Apothecary pathway, which can interchange with the Planter pathway, also hear it?
Amidst Lumian’s thoughts, Lugano led Ludwig into the suite.
Faced with this grueso scene, Ludwig pressed his hand to his mouth and yawned.
“Where’s the food?”
Lumian didn’t make any imdiate requests. Instead, he turned to Lugano.
“Guard the door.”
With the prior experience of the blood-drinking incident, Lugano could vaguely guess what was about to happen. He didn’t dare face it directly. Upon hearing Lumian’s instructions, he heaved a sigh of relief and jogged to the corridor, closing the vermilion door behind him.
Only then did Lumian gesture towards the scattered internal organs on the ground.
“Do you need to roast it for you?”
Ludwig shot a quick glance at Lumian.
“Don’t you find it irkso? These are all human organs.”
Lumian emitted a soft chuckle.
“In my eyes, this is already on par with a monster’s insides.”
He then wore a self-deprecating expression.
“Moreover, isn’t directly consuming Beyonder characteristics to advance a Beyonder equivalent to eating soone?”
Ludwig remained silent, taking a few steps to the side. He squatted down, picked up the old man’s heart, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew.
Crimson blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Lumian pulled up a chair and sat down, patiently waiting for Ludwig to finish his al and digest.
After seven to eight minutes, Ludwig retrieved a white handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his mouth.
“These internal organs belong to different people. So are Beyonders, so are ordinary folks, so old, so teenagers…
“There are traces of human refinent. The aura of life is rather mixed and impure…
“They will be controlled and influenced by the refiner…
“Having been refined, the person doesn’t know that he’s been through this.
“He has complete mories of the past. This is sothing that can’t be achieved by refining an ordinary body.
“He followed Enio on board, hoping to extract the remaining organs and complete the ritual before Enio reached his destination…”
Ludwig recounted the knowledge and mories he had absorbed in a straightforward tone.
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