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Chapter 401 - 370 Sacrifice

Chapter 401: Chapter 370 Sacrifice

Confused, stunned.

The brothers from the Fanhe Gang, who were just drinking wine and eating meat together, now let out inhuman screams as their arms transformed into octopus tentacles, smashing towards Cao Meng with gusts of wind.

No time to grieve, Cao Meng planted his legs firmly on the ground, leaning back with an iron bridge to dodge the crab claw, simultaneously grabbing a wooden stool with his right hand, snapping off its leg with a crack, and in the instant he stood upright, thrusting the leg into the waist and abdomen of the mutated brother.

Splatter.

Blood spewed, yet the figure from the Fanhe Gang swayed but did not fall,

suddenly spitting out a tongue reminiscent of a lamprey, with sharp-toothed mouthparts at the tongue’s end stabbing into Cao Meng’s shoulder, gouging out a large chunk of flesh.

The same scenario unfolded with others, these mutated servants and guests fearlessly attacking, their life force extremely strong, continuing to move even when their spines were snapped or their throats torn.

Worse still, they retained a part of their combat instincts from when they were alive, able to execute punches, kicks, throws, knee strikes, and other maneuvers.

A Jinyi Guard, unable to evade, had his jaw shattered by a close range Northern School Tan Legs kick from a martial artist’s mutated form.

The Jinyi Guard spewed blood from his mouth, his arms snatched by a swarm of mutated servants from the Tu Family, with a ripping sound, both arms were torn off.

Elsewhere, a mutated form practicing horizontal training, towering like an iron tower, wielded massive crab claws and swung at the Kuyu Monk from Xiangguo Temple.

Elbow strike, elbow strike, elbow strike again.

Facing former friends, Kuyu Monk showed sadness and compassion, throwing out his robe’s wide sleeves, wrapping his friend’s arms, pulling him forward to the ground.

Then, using Xiangguo Temple’s Thousand Jin Falling Technique, his right foot stomped down like the wooden pillar used for ramming earth, directly crushing the mutated form’s skull.

"Amitabha, donors, breaking the head is the way to kill!"

Hit the head?

Tang Sect’s Xicai flipped his hand and took out a dark iron tube from his sleeve, aimed ahead and pressed the trigger.

Zheng!

Steel needles, slightly thicker than toothpicks, shot out electrically, embedding into the eye sockets of the charging mutated forms.

The mechanism within the steel needles triggered automatically, ejecting fine spikes that thoroughly shredded the brains of the mutated forms.

This iron tube is an improved version of the Tang Sect’s Hidden Weapon, the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle, able to control the number of hidden weapons shot in a single press, unlike the original which fired all at once.

And its power has also increased.

If forged from Douluo Continent’s Deep Sea Silver Mother, it could at least break the True Martial Soul of a Sealed Title Douluo, instantly killing a Soul Emperor or Soul Saint.

However...

Ka ka ka ka.

Bones friction sound arises repeatedly; in the banquet, those guests caught in the illusion, killed by the mutated forms, are crawling up in strange postures, ocean creature organs sprouting from them.

Including the Jinyi Guard who died from having both arms torn and bled out, slowly stood up amidst his companions’ cries, with fins growing from the shoulder stumps. A starfish emerged from his broken nose bridge.

More and more of the "revived" dead rose, surging towards a corner like a tidal wave.

Dang!!!!

The deafening sound of a large hammer striking resonated, as the original form of Grey Rain, holding a Skull Shattering Power Hammer taller than herself, swung once to strike a mutated form, sending it flying through the courtyard, smashing into the high courtyard walls, embedded into the brick.

Another backhanded hammer crushed another mutated form attempting a sneak attack into the ground.

"What are you waiting for? Run!"

Leading the charge, Grey Rain rushed out of the courtyard. The remaining survivors snapped out of their daze, following her through corridors and passageways hung with lanterns, sprinting towards the residence exit.

Lao Cheng, hurry back...

Grey Rain strode, with a heart not as composed and calm as her facial expression.

She was, after all, a nano-robot! Calling her immune to all poisons would be an understatement—she treated cobra venom and pufferfish toxin like sweet water; Midazolam used by the CIA for interrogation was no different from a digestive tablet.

The key was she didn’t have human nerves, illusions like Moon Reading couldn’t trap her in an illusion.

If she could indeed be enchanted,

there was, and only one possibility.

Mimetic infection.

Low-level mimetic infection could alter memory, tamper with emotions; high-level mimetic infection could distort the mind, overwrite personality, and even affect non-human objects.

And...

Grey Rain glanced at the back of her hand; the liquid metal surface splattered by mutated blood was disintegrating like tin plague (white tin transforms to powdery grey tin below 13.2°C), turning to powdery metal particles.

Grey Rain quietly pocketed the metal dust; she could sense that the liquid metal was strongly disturbed, unable to reintegrate with the main body anytime soon.

Mimetic infection and blocking nano-robots all at once.

Regardless of the Tu Family’s secrets, their degree of mystery was high enough. At least comparable to the headless deer Li Cheng saw on the killing field train.

Thinking of this, Grey Rain turned her head to gaze at the survivors while running, frowning and asked: "Everyone else has either fainted or turned into monsters; why are you unaffected?"

Hua Mountain Swordsman Wu Ge hesitated: "We... seem to have not eaten the white sashimi?"

Kuyu Monk shook his head: "It’s not about the sashimi; Grey Rain here ate it with no effect, and others from different tables didn’t eat it and still turned into living corpses."

"Perhaps it’s due to this ancestral treasure of mine?"

The Young Valley Master of Myriad Miasma Valley, Su Konghu, hesitated for a moment, then picked up the mutton fat jade sculpted into a celestial dog hanging from his waist.

Reflecting a gentle sheen in sunlight.

In Yin Mountain resides a beast called the celestial dog; its cry like thunder can repel evil.

Su Konghu was running, when the middle-aged man named Song Zhong behind him suddenly grabbed his wrist, pulling him to a halt.

They stood in a narrow corridor, with jagged rocks to the left and blooming lotus ponds to the right.

"What’s up, Uncle Zhong?"

"We have company ahead."

Song Zhong, in simple brown attire and plain face, strode forward, reaching toward his waist to draw a soft sword disguised as a belt.

His entire aura transformed abruptly, sharp as a knife.

His gaze fixed on the figures stepping out slowly from behind the rockery—all mutated forms.

Their heads amassed with mishmash ocean species organs, but their clothing still barely discernible.

The Abbott of Guangxian Temple, the Castle Lord of Xunmei Castle, the Master of Wuya Cave, the Island Master of Night Heron Cove.

All four, Innate Peak.

The pressure ahead in the corridor felt like a vast abyss, while behind it, rapidly approaching footsteps grew louder, Jinyi Guard Lu Hu gripping his embroidered spring knife tightly, Kuyu Monk intoning a Buddhist mantra, Wu Ge was pale, Xicai’s gaze fluctuating, surveying the rockery and courtyard wall, searching for escape.

"Let me hold them,"

Song Zhong advanced with the sword, slightly turning his head toward Su Konghu, hesitated and said: "Run quickly."

As the voice fell, the four Innate Peak living corpses lunged at him.

Song Zhong flicked the soft sword, at times utilizing the flexibility of the sword body, stabbing, slashing, poking, sweeping, slicing at improbable angles,

sometimes channeling potent inner strength into the sword, tightening the sword body, cutting away at the mutated appendages.

"Be careful not to get blood on you, their blood is very peculiar."

Grey Rain kindly reminded, continuing to sprint, seeing Su Konghu standing still, frowning and shouted: "What are you doing standing there? Have you forgotten Song Zhong’s dying exhortation? Don’t waste his sacrifice!"

I’m not dead yet, damn it!

Song Zhong’s eyelids twitched wildly, grasping the beam column with his hand, flipping onto the corridor roof, leading away the four fierce living corpses.