plumnovel Chapter 814 - 445: Silent Manipulation (Part 2)
Chapter 814 - 445: Silent Manipulation (Part 2)
She abandoned the fantasy of a single fatal blow and chose the most reliable route of weakening, cutting off nerves and blood supply.
The dagger was already nearing the fabric.
Just as Sanders was certain that in the next instant he would pierce the heart.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" A series of bone-crunching sounds that set one’s teeth on edge echoed.
Balk’s lower body remained motionless, while his upper body rotated 180 degrees backwards in a manner completely contrary to human spinal structure.
That face with a stiff smile instantly appeared in front of Sanders.
That hand, still stained with Morrow’s red and white brain matter, stretched out as if foreseeing.
Precisely grabbed Sanders’ face.
The speed was so fast that the word "rapid" itself couldn’t describe it.
Sanders only had time to gaze into a pair of hollow, dead eyes.
"Too slow." The voice was flat, as if evaluating a crawling snail.
The next instant "boom!"
The emerald green protective Fighting Energy shattered like a crisp sugar shell.
The skull shattered under irresistible force, and a mist of blood blossomed in mid-air tragically.
Sanders’ headless body continued to rush forward due to inertia, crashing heavily against the stone wall, dragging out a long, slippery blood stain.
Almost simultaneously, Rosa’s rapier pierced the target.
The sword’s tip sunk into Balk’s left chest.
However, there was no sound of metal ripping through flesh, nor the expected resistance.
The sensation was disturbingly odd, causing her heart to abruptly sink; it didn’t feel like stabbing into human tissue, more like plunging into an over-fermented dough, or a bucket of sticky glue.
The Fighting Energy was swiftly consumed, without even a ripple of recoil.
Balk lowered his head, glancing at the sword in his chest as if confirming an irrelevant triviality.
He waved casually, like shooing away a fly.
Snap!
A tremendous force retaliated along the sword, causing the steel rapier to shatter into pieces on the spot.
Rosa was sent flying by this terrifying power, like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the debris of the round table.
Wood splinters flew, stones cracked.
The council hall fell silent again.
Rosa lay on the ground, coughing violently, her throat full of the taste of blood. Her vision shook intensely, and she barely managed to lift her head.
Three headless bodies lay on the ground.
Kane, Morrow, Sanders.
In less than a minute, the top fighting power in this region was annihilated.
Heavy footsteps approached.
Balk walked up to her, slowly crouching down. Above, the pink parasitic brain writhed vigorously at close range, its tendrils probing the air, emitting a subtle, sticky "squish" sound.
"Only you remain until the end, Ms. Rosa." His tone carried a hint of eerie admiration, "Then I will give you a reward."
He extended both hands, gently cupping her cheeks. The palms were cold, slippery, yet carried an indescribable suction.
A nauseatingly sweet aroma instantaneously penetrated the nasal cavity.
The residual Fighting Energy within Rosa dissipated in an instant, even the thought of resistance became distant and vague.
She heard her skull emit fine cracking sounds.
"Crunch."
She closed her eyes, awaiting the arrival of intense pain.
But the pain did not come; instead, a warm, viscous fluid forcefully poured into the brain through the cracks.
An ecstasy exploded instantaneously, the soul was gently enveloped, and consciousness swiftly melted into the pink tide.
In the last second before consciousness completely disintegrated, Rosa’s mouth involuntarily curled up into a grin more grotesque than crying.
What she emitted was not a scream, but a satisfying sigh.
In the next instant.
Boom!
Her head burst in ecstasy.
There was no pain, only release, as a bewitching mist of blood slowly dispersed under the ghastly green lights, concluding this slaughter with an absurd flourish.
The hall fell into an eerie stillness, with four headless corpses scattered messily on the ground.
Strangely, the blood pools on the floor stopped spreading.
The broken necks seemed to be instantly sealed by some invisible force, the spurting blood halting abruptly after the initial burst.
The pungent smell of blood was rapidly being replaced by another scent.
Sweet, mixed with the saline of the deep sea and the cloying sweetness of rotting flesh fermentation.
A few seconds later, the transformation began.
The first to change was Kane’s massive body.
Within his rough, broken cervical spine, countless tiny pink growths began to wriggle frantically.
They seemed like seeds buried prematurely in the bone marrow, finally welcoming a frenzy of growth after the host’s head was lost.
The growths quickly divided, extended, intertwined, and the surface reflected a sickly greasy sheen.
"Squish."
Accompanied by a wet muffled sound, a translucent pink soft mass suddenly expanded out of the neck cavity.
It had no distinct facial features, but a vague, semi-translucent outline resembling a jellyfish or an octopus could be discerned.
The central area throbbed rhythmically, like a heart exposed to the air, or a lung breathing.
Then, the necks of the other three bodies completed the same supplement at the same time.
No more blood flowed, the heads were replaced by foreign objects.
With a series of bone-crunching sounds that set one’s teeth on edge, the bodies that were supposed to be dead began to twitch slowly.
"Crunch, crunch."
Joints emitted stiff creaks, spines straightened again, the four headless bodies staggered upright.
Balk bent down, picking up the tricorn captain’s hat blown off from the ground stained with wood chips and blood.