Crime Prison Island
Chapter 419 - 195 Super-speed Regeneration

Chapter 419: Chapter 195 Super-speed Regeneration

In Nuishui Village, within an unnamed small mountain,

someone had built a ring of walls halfway up the mountain, not of ordinary piled stones and wood, but forged of steel, deeply embedded into the rocky mountain body.

The huge and heavy gate was outlined with countless mysterious patterns, magnificent and grand, making it look less like a mountain stronghold and more like the outer wall of a temple.

However, inside there was no temple; instead, there were green mountains and clear waters, flowing ponds, and a precarious cliff.

Beyond that, there was just an open space.

The ground was laid with smooth marble slabs and evenly sprinkled with white, peculiarly fine sand.

In the center of the open space stood a golden sculpture, shaped like a large treasure basin.

Judging by the material, it was cast in gold, surrounded by a circle of gemstones, thus resembling a champion’s trophy standing there.

A group of people, clad in gold-orange robes, were conducting some kind of secret ceremony.

First, they removed their shoes and socks, cleansed themselves outside the wall, and then dared to step on the fine sand as they entered.

The group carefully carried a large platter, on which rested a huge, cooked tuna.

They stepped ceremoniously, chanting an indistinct hymn, and walked three circles to the left and three to the right around the golden basin.

After six circles, they exchanged glances, and immediately someone knelt down, searching for something in the fine sand.

Before long, they found some black granules, buried in the fine sand, emitting a stench.

Ignoring the odor, they carefully wiped them clean and placed them onto the tray.

Soon, the tray was full, piled like a mountain of black rice, and they filled yet another tray in the same way.

"Offer the sacrifice!" an elder led as he knelt down.

Everyone then knelt before the golden basin; the elder placed the tuna into the basin, followed by some fruits and other offerings.

"Great deity, the sacrificial feast is ready, may you partake in this banquet."

After speaking, the elder rang a large bell nine times, then led everyone away without turning back, finally closing the huge gate.

Having completed the ritual, they went to a nearby pond to cleanse the black granules they had brought out.

"High Priest, the quality has reached B+ level this time," someone said excitedly.

Another after weighing said, "A total of two hundred and five kilograms."

The High Priest calmly stated, "This is the sacred object bestowed by the deity to us believers, take it back, and prepare better offerings for the deity."

One person remarked, "Better offerings, wouldn’t that require Elephant Level?"

"Elephant Level offerings are monopolized by the nine cities of the three countries, are we to buy them from the Silver Tower?"

"In doing so, wouldn’t we be at a loss?"

"Hm?" The High Priest angrily rebuked, "What do you mean by loss? These are offerings dedicated to the deity. Even if the deity bestows nothing, it is our duty to do so."

"To say such things is to bring disaster upon our Mountain God Stronghold! Slap him!"

Immediately two strong men stepped forward, and after a few slaps, left the man bleeding and his mouth badly mangled.

"I am wrong... mm-mm, please High Priest, grant me absolution..." the man cried kneeling.

The High Priest took a deep breath and said, "Our main deity eradicated the enemies from the New Moon Society, allowing us to live peacefully in this mountain, undisturbed."

"And bestowed upon us precious alloy... Is it not only right that we present some offerings in return?"

All present knelt down and praised the main deity.

Afterward, the group returned to their quarters, a mountain stronghold not far from their current location.

It looked more splendid and affluent than any other tribal residence, with other mountain inhabitants living in such poverty that they dwelt in caves.

But they were different, with row upon row of metal houses and metallic tribal walls, even equipped with machine gun ports, resembling a military stronghold.

Many people lived in the village, including Radiations and the Glass People.

From their attire, it was apparent that the Glass People wore ragged and old clothes, while the Radiations donned gray priestly robes. Among them, those of higher status also had orange robes, signifying a Tiger-level presence.

The High Priest was the most distinctive, adorned in golden, magnificent garments with beautifully intricate patterns.

These high-ranking individuals, upon returning to the village, already had a lavish lunch prepared for them.

Their food consisted of animal meat infused with radioactive energy, seemingly consumed daily, which would make any robber band in the Great Harmony Territory envious to tears.

Clearly, these people were very wealthy, not just any ordinary mountain-occupying tribe.

Just as they feasted on lavish dishes amidst laughter and song,

suddenly, a tearing sound came from the sky. As they looked up, thunderous noises resounded as if meteors were crashing into their mountain, shaking the peaks ahead and sending rocks tumbling and dust rising.

"Hmm? Who is it!"

"Did people from New Moon Village come to attack?"

The old priest who had been dining sprang up, shouldered a rocket launcher, and grabbed a long gun as he rushed out to look towards the sentries on the watchtower.

"High Priest, it’s nothing to worry about. Something like a meteor flew in from the south and crashed into the mountain," replied a lookout.

"Oh?" The High Priest stroked his chin and then called a few people to follow him and investigate.

With that, they mobilized over twenty people who exited the village and traced their way to the site of impact.

The scene was brutally devastating, with blood, flesh, and bones splattered all over, even steaming and smoking.

Two people lay gruesomely on the ground.

One was a mess of blood and flesh wrapped in a layer of scorched bones, as if burned by intense flames. It still emitted heat, clearly devoid of life, and was even half-cooked... the air was filled with the aroma of meat.

The other was still recognizable as a young girl, lying beneath the mangled body.

Her hands and feet were severed, leaving only one arm cradling the heap of mangled flesh and bones.

"Eh? It’s two people, both smashed into a pulp," exclaimed someone in surprise.

"I saw it clearly; it didn’t fall from the sky but flew straight here from the south," said a sentry.

The old priest’s gaze was sharp: "It was thrown here by a powerful being... and also, they weren’t smashed into a pulp. Didn’t you notice that the girl cushioned underneath, protecting the mangled flesh and bones?"

"That means, before falling, the other person was already reduced to this state, probably blasted into this by an ultrapowerful attack."

"But that’s not right either; if it was a blast, it should have completely disintegrated. Why then did it fly here intact?"

He pondered, unsure what had caused the scene before him.

At that moment, a subordinate shouted, "High Priest, look quickly, there’s a black knife here."

The priest walked to a cliffside where a black knife was deeply embedded horizontally.

Nearby, on the cliff, he saw a long trench as if something even larger had crashed into it, almost forming a cavern.

Inside, it was pitch dark. He reached out but couldn’t touch the bottom, so he used the long gun to probe and eventually hooked something.

"Get me a chisel, and widen this hole. There’s something inside," the old priest commanded.

A group of people immediately got to work. After enlarging the hole, they soon rolled out an object, revealing a chillingly bright, red-tipped spear that bloomed like a flower.

"Hiss!"

The old priest’s eyes widened in recognition. He was a spear wielder and naturally knew quality when he saw it.

"Hell’s Wart Gun!"

He trembled all over, this was an S-level weapon.

The younger brother beside him puzzled, "What’s wrong? Is this thing valuable?"

The old priest glared at them, "Nonsense, more than just valuable? This is an S-level weapon! A divine spear that only Sub-dragons can wield to its full power."

Everyone gasped; an S-level weapon? That was incredibly valuable.

In their New Moon Village, the best weapon they had was the old priest’s gun, a B+ level weapon valued at thirty thousand.

S-level? Must be worth at least three million, right?

The old priest excitedly caressed it with his hands, then gripped it tight.

But suddenly the long gun vibrated, unleashing a scarlet energy shockwave.

The old priest’s pupils shrank as he frantically dodged and simultaneously used his gun to block.

"Boom!"

He was blown away, his two arms severed on the spot.

Not to mention the others, five men were shattered into pieces, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"Ah! The gun attacks automatically!"

The crowd was terrified, having never seen such a horrifying weapon.

The old priest got up, healed his wounds, and said, "Nonsense, S-level weapons are like this... This means its owner isn’t dead... Don’t touch it!"

No one dared to touch it, with five of their brothers already dead!

They looked at the gun with both hatred and fear.

"The owner isn’t dead?"

Everyone reacted, immediately turning their gaze towards the girl and the decrepit corpse.

The decrepit corpse was definitely dead, so was it the girl who was still alive?

The old priest walked over solemnly, poking at it with the gun.

The decrepit corpse was promptly flipped aside by him, rolling to the side.

The girl, however, seemed to have an invisible barrier around her. The old priest pressed the gun’s barrel forcefully but couldn’t touch her skin, only getting close slowly.

"Biological Field!" The old priest, knowledgeable and experienced, recognized this protective force.

The girl wasn’t dead, just in a coma, but still using her biological energy to form an eggshell-like invisible barrier, so when she collided with the ground, it left a big crater, yet she was unharmed.

"Ugh!" The old priest activated his organs to overfrequency, bursting with all his might, pushing the gun barrel, and finally pierced through the invisible barrier, stabbing the girl’s wounds.

The girl’s body twitched, her eyebrows furrowed, but she still did not wake up.

Her injuries were severe too, her chest incomplete, only having an arm as white as bone.

Her skull was also fractured, embedded with several pieces of high-temperature melted and then solidified objects.

"She must be an Elephant Level being, and that S-level Hell’s Wart Gun probably belongs to her."

"As long as she lives, no one else can use this gun."

The old priest slowly spoke.

A person nearby eyes lit up, "High Priest, as a divine offering, don’t we now have a candidate?"

"Hmm?" The old man looked towards him.

The man spoke softly, "This Elephant Level being is mysterious and powerful, and we don’t know why she ended up here."

"This is a big trouble, who knows what it might draw here. To step back, just her waking up, we probably won’t be a match for her."

"How about we take advantage of her coma and sacrifice her to the gods?"

"On one hand, this is also an Elephant Level offering, and on the other hand... we could get that S-level divine gun."

His argument had many people nodding in agreement.

But another person pondered, "The gods probably don’t like live sacrifices."

"Back then the people of New Moon Village set fire to the mountain, provoking the Mountain God’s wrath, who killed them all."

"If he liked live sacrifices, he wouldn’t have left the bodies."

The man quickly said, "Leaving the bodies was for deterring New Moon Village, warning them not to trespass again."

"Besides, this time it’s not an ordinary person, but an Elephant Level girl."

"When I was a child, my mother told me that the Mountain God favored young girl sacrifices, I think the god will surely accept it."

Everyone had their own opinions.

The old priest glanced at the Hell’s Wart Gun, finally making a decision.

"You two, stay here and guard this gun."

"The rest, follow me and take the girl back for the sacrifice to the god!"

The crowd bowed, "Yes!"

A group of people with the black knife and girl headed back, leaving two Radiations to guard the Hell’s Wart Gun.

They sat on a large stone, cracking seeds and watching the gun, critically discussing it.

Suddenly, one of them stretched out his hand in alarm, "Look!"

The other looked over, only to see the previously mangled flesh and bones starting to wriggle.

Or to be precise, it had been wriggling all along, just not noticeably at first, at the cellular level.

But now, it was visible to the naked eye.

This mound of rotten flesh and bone, all of its cells were regenerating automatically, slowly healing and restructuring.

Underneath the charred blackness, fresh tender flesh grew, and from the broken residues, new bones emerged, even the cooked parts were being consumed by other cells, which then divided and regenerated.

This mass, which should have been a corpse, was miraculously sprouting new life, visibly transforming back into a human form.

If there were any connoisseurs present, they would exclaim that this was the SSR-grade module "Super-speed Regeneration!"

Without vital points to speak of, as long as half its cells survived, it would not die.

The cells would continue high-speed regeneration, repairing into a complete body.

"Damn, this guy might not be dead either?"

"He’s coming back to life?"

Both were extremely frightened, slashing the deteriorated human form with knives.

They exerted all their strength, even overfrequencying their organs, barely managing to cut it up into pieces.

Yet, the separated flesh was still automatically coming together.

Scared, they hurriedly tossed the pieces far away.

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