Chapter 125: Chaotic Contamination and Losing Control
At high noon, the sky was dark.
In front of the gates of the Blackthorn Security Company, spreading black threads filled the entire space, cold and silent. Dense black threads chased the figure in the center; the bone-chilling coldness made the figure's movements sluggish and spirit weary.
Flames erupted around the figure from time to time, using this method to "jump" to the other side, often rendering the web painstakingly woven by the black threads useless. However, when it tried to escape beyond the threads, the speed of the threads would immediately increase, forcing it back to the center.
The scene was somewhat at a stalemate.
Dunn Smith watched the situation in the field, tightly gripping the urn in his hand, exposing the brilliant black star-sand inside to the air. Because he had kept the urn open, a thin layer of frost had settled on his eyebrows and sideburns.
His expression grew increasingly solemn because, as time passed, the body of the Monster in the field was actually slowly recovering. Exposed flesh was being covered by skin, and the woman's face on the abdomen moved upward, replacing Lu Ze's original face.
Her ritual was about to be completed!
She was going to become a true Shepherd!
Dunn, Klein, and Leonard, who were present, realized this at the same time.
Madam M slowly opened her eyes. The image of a man's body with a woman's face appeared extremely bizarre, yet she looked very pleased. Fresh red flesh welled up from within her body, wrapping around her form and transforming into a scarlet, mysterious robe.
Pitch-black shadows formed at her feet, swaying and appearing somewhat illusory, somewhat unreal.
The black threads that had originally been entangling her suddenly retracted sharply under the shroud of this shadow, retreating rapidly as if frightened by something terrifying.
Saint Selena's ashes have failed!
"What's going on!"
Leonard shouted in surprise, and Klein was too shocked to speak. He tightly gripped the [Sunlight] charm in his pocket, unsure of when would be the best time to use it.
Facing the panic of the three Nighthawks, Madam M smiled even more radiantly and opened her palm.
"Sizzle!"
Crimson flames immediately formed in her palm. As the illusory shadow beneath her feet swayed slightly, the ball of flame rapidly expanded, turning into countless Fire Crows that lunged toward them, blotting out the sky.
"Boom!"
The flames were incredibly fierce, and their numbers were even more startling, covering almost the entire area. The three Nighthawks had no way to escape!
The sound of explosions echoed through the street, and the air became distorted due to the high temperature. After the smoke cleared, she saw that more than half of the Blackthorn Security Company's front had been destroyed. The floor was melted, the steps were broken... Only one area remained intact. Dunn held the urn in front of him, black threads gathered, and the diffusing chill blocked the damage from the flames.
Powerful, terrifying!
Shock was written all over the faces of the three.
This wasn't a scale that an ordinary Pyromaniac could produce!
Just what had happened to her?
Madam M looked at her masterpiece, the smile on her face practically irrepressible. This was only a casual attempt after obtaining the body; she hadn't even struck in earnest yet.
"Hahahaha..."
Feeling the powerful Authority within her body, even she, who was very good at concealing her emotions, finally couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh. Hope and Authority had both fallen into her hands at this moment!
She laughed so hard her waist trembled, as if nothing could stop her anymore, until— "Splat."
A sound came from beneath her feet. Madam M looked down and found a piece of flesh and skin had fallen onto the ground.
The illusory shadow, beyond her control, spread over and greedily devoured the piece of flesh.
The color of this piece of skin seemed somewhat familiar.
Madam M subconsciously touched her face, and a slimy, difficult sensation seemed to come from somewhere. Looking at her fingers, she saw they were covered in blood.
"Ha."
Her eyes suddenly widened, and her laughter abruptly ceased.
By the illusory seaside, Lu Ze struggled and resisted. But clearly, the strength of one person could not resist the siege of six.
He was quickly brought under control, entangled by those filthy, disgusting, and bloated bodies, falling into the sea and gradually sinking.
The six bodies were like heavy anchors, dragging him down to the deepest depths of the seabed.
Madam M watched with a smile as Lu Ze sank into the illusory, viscous, pitch-black seawater until he vanished completely.
Looking around, on this vast and expansive sea, only her solitary figure remained.
"Finally, it belongs to me..."
She closed her eyes and spread her arms, feeling the entire chaotic body of water.
The sound of the tide was so peaceful and pleasant, echoing in her mind, echoing... No.
It wasn't the sound of the tide.
No no no no no no no no no no...
Madam M suddenly noticed something was wrong.
No no no no no no no no no no...
As Lu Ze's figure sank into the depths of the seawater, this sea area was gradually becoming unfamiliar.
Completely unfamiliar!
Sea?
Water?
Seawater, the sound of the tide, white mist... That wasn't seawater! It was countless chaotic, indescribable, foul-smelling liquids—viscous, heavy, and pitch-black. Mixed within were unbearable Mental Imprints, as if countless living beings over billions of years had found no peace after death, eternally churned together, forever in a state of extreme agony!
That wasn't the sound of the tide! It was the shrill, miserable wails of countless living beings in a desperate purgatory, begging for a moment of liberation; it was the skin being peeled off,
the flesh being torn, the bones being severed, nerves being frantically rubbed against coarse sand and stone—the extreme reaction produced in the spiritual world!
That wasn't white mist! It was the aftermath of the seawater, an active barrier created to protect its original owner! As the original owner's consciousness sank into the sea, this white mist was also dissipating. Madam M's eyes widened in horror; she couldn't look away. She saw, on the other side of the firmament above the white mist, an illusory, majestic silhouette peering at her...
"AAAAAHHHHH!"
Madam M screamed, as if letting out a cry of spiritual annihilation from the depths of her soul.
"Bang!"
An explosion rang out. Above the sea, her delicate and exquisite body rapidly expanded and exploded into a mist of blood.
The blood flowed into the sea and was quickly diluted until it disappeared.
After briefly possessing a portion of the waters of this endless sea, Madam M met with a mental breakdown.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!"
In front of the gates of the Blackthorn Security Company, the three Nighthawks were already in a desperate situation. Madam M's casual strike had brought about startling results. Some incomprehensible Authority had made her extremely powerful, instantly making all three Nighthawks feel despair.
However, something unexpected soon happened.
Madam M had only displayed her divine might for a brief moment before she began to let out shrill screams. Her flesh disintegrated amidst the screams, turning into a... terrifying thing that barely resembled a human body. Her face was pushed open, and Lu Ze's face emerged from within, followed by even more faces welling up... the faces of those who had offered their bodies!
"Is the potion out of control? Or is Lu Ze resisting?"
Light returned to Klein's eyes.
No matter which case it was, they had hope!