Chapter 80: Flesh Cellar
Deep underground.
"Mr. C, do you need me to bring another...another sacrifice?"
In the cellar covering an area of more than 200 square meters, a cross-shaped object is placed against one wall. It is covered by a black curtain, and its specific appearance cannot be seen.
At the foot of the cross, deep in the blood and flesh that covered the ground, there was a simple altar made of wooden boards and boxes. The carpet on top was also dripping with large chunks of dark red unidentified objects, some of which were even wriggling slightly, as if they had their own life.
The candlelight swayed around without wind, as if it would go out at any time, taking the faint light away from this strange cellar.
On the altar, about a meter above the ground, a man in a black robe, his face hidden, turned to look at the questioner, who stood cowering several meters away. The questioner, wearing a leather jacket on this late summer night, and the two pistols slung at his waist, gave him no courage to face his fear. Seeing the black-robed man turn around, he seemed even more frightened, retreating uncontrollably until his back touched the wall.
"No need. They are weak and of little use. Please get out."
The man in leather jacket nodded hurriedly as if he had been pardoned, then carefully walked around the flesh and blood beside the altar and left through a small door on the side.
If the flesh and blood of the previous unfortunate victim were on the ground, he would not be so afraid.
Those who take pleasure in the suffering of others, those who believe in folk remedies and take baths in blood, those with sexual fetishes different from ordinary people... Having been in this business for a long time, he has seen all kinds of people. How could those who buy slaves have any good intentions?
The problem is that most of the bloodstains on the ground and the pieces of meat mixed in with them belong to "Mr. C" on the altar.
Before leaving the room, he looked back and saw Mr. C on the altar still standing with his back to the door. He raised his head and looked at the object covered by the curtain on the wall, which seemed to be a cross.
Maybe I should find an excuse to transfer to another city, such as the nearby city of Tingen, or to the sea...
Listening to the strange sound behind him, as if a soft object fell to the ground, he shrank his neck, walked quickly up the stairs and left.
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Angel and Rupert, one on the left and one on the right, caught the body of the leather-clad man who walked out of the cellar but fell down with his eyes closed.
"This should be the last one."
Rupert said in a low voice.
There were "Sleeping Beauties" in various clothes lying on the ground around them, and including the man who came out of the cellar, there were exactly five of them.
Clement, who was squatting next to them, opened his eyes, lowered his right hand that was pressing on his temples, and looked at the man in leather clothes who was hypnotized by his "nightmare" ability.
"He just came up from the cellar. Besides more than twenty slaves waiting to be sold, there was only one Beyonder left, whom they called 'Mr. C.'"
"Time is too short to obtain more information, but we must be prepared to face an evil Beyonder with strange abilities."
Clement's face looked a little bad, wondering what he saw in these people's dreams.
Mr. C...is this the code name within their organization?
Angel looked at "Nightmare" who stood up staggeringly, and took out "Thirst Blood", twisting the cylinder to the bullet of "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption".
Since there is only one enemy below, let him taste the black flame first when we meet.
Clement took out the sealed item "2-031" that he had been carrying from his windbreaker pocket, declared his hand, handed the gloves to Rupert Norman, and raised his revolver.
"Put on the seal and let's go meet this 'Mr. C'."
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The flesh and blood that he had placed on the other two people could no longer be sensed!
Mr. C frowned with elegant lines and looked up at the statue of the Creator. Even through the curtain, he could feel the Lord's gaze.
But what about the other two? What's going on with them now?
In order to prevent himself from being defeated one by one by the official extraordinary people of Enmat Port, he had placed parts of his own flesh and blood on the heads of the sugar factory in the West District and the clinic in Dulang District.
Even though they were several kilometers away, this allowed Mr. C to vaguely sense the other person's condition, whether dead or alive.
But just a few minutes ago, two pieces of his own flesh and blood lost contact with him after sensing an extreme cold and gradually spreading fatigue.
This means that the other party has either removed the flesh and blood attachment through some means, or is already dead.
Did they accidentally expose themselves in the city? Or did the official Beyonders take action in advance?
My injuries haven't healed yet. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have been so picky and asked them to bring two more slaves...
Thinking of this, Mr. C no longer hesitated. He took off the hood of his black robe, revealing his handsome but androgynous face. If it weren't for his short yellow hair less than an inch long, he would easily be mistaken for a woman.
The handsome face was now twisted, and he opened his mouth to vomit out a dark red, wriggling blood clot. Before it could escape from him, Mr. C picked it up, crushed the dark red blood clot in his palm like kneading mud, took a few steps, and approached the cross covered by the curtain.
He stretched out his clean hand, grabbed the curtain and lifted it up. The top of the curtain slid down, revealing the top of the cross, followed by the legs and body tied to the cross with iron chains.
As the curtain was completely lifted, a naked male giant, chained upside down on a cross, was revealed. The giant was about three meters tall, with a unique, vertical single eye, and a lot of dried blood on his body.
This is actually a lifelike statue!
Mr. C approached the cross holding the flesh and blood, and was about to loudly praise the Lord he believed in.
Suddenly, a shout came from behind him, which was even louder and more hoarse than his.
"ah--"
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"ah--"
Rupert Norman opened his mouth wide and let out a trembling cry from his throat. His not-so-handsome face was now completely distorted, no longer resembling a human. His eye sockets were wide open, the corners of his eyes seemed to be torn apart, and tears of blood flowed from his angry eyes.
Ignoring the shouting and looking at Mr. C at the door, Angel grabbed Rupert's twisted head and forced him to look away from the cross statue.
They all underestimated the impact of Sealed Artifact "2-031" on the user!
According to the instructions for using the "Hand of Declaration", before snapping one's fingers to activate the extraordinary power of the seal, its impact on the user is simply to make them overconfident, and they may make some reckless and thoughtless actions. When facing an opponent that they cannot defeat, they will also be more fearless and step forward to challenge.
But Rupert's ability to directly open his clairvoyance in a place where the danger was not yet clear was beyond Angel and Clement's expectations.
As Angel observed the dim cellar through her dark vision and saw Mr. C pulling down the curtain to reveal a strange statue, Rupert's confident murmur rang behind her ears.
"Hmph, a little trick of the cult. Let me open my psychic vision and see."
As he spoke, he held the gun in one hand and touched the corner of his eye with the other hand with "2-031" on it.
Wait...this is too dangerous!
Whether it was the official Beyonder's internal information or the knowledge circulated among the common people and taught through secret inheritance, randomly opening the clairvoyance in a strange and unclear place was one of the most risky behaviors.
Before Angel could stop him, Rupert, who had opened his clairvoyance through a specific action, had already shifted his gaze to Mr. C, to the cross with the naked man hanging upside down.
In an instant, his eyes widened, his eye corners pulled back, and his bloodshot eyeballs bulged out, as if he had seen hell and the abyss.
Attracted by Rupert's voice echoing through the cellar, Mr. C turned his head sharply and looked towards the door.
"Bang--"
In the darkness, a gunshot was heard and a flower of blood appeared on Mr. C's shoulder. He shrugged nonchalantly, as if what hit his body was just a ball of cotton and the blood that gushed out was shed by someone else.
But just taking a beating without fighting back is not his style.
He waved his hands, and the air under his black robe surged, instantly blowing out all the candles around him.
The cellar was suddenly plunged into darkness.
“Tsk.”
Clement lowered his gun and searched the dark cellar. As a Beyonder on the "Sleepless" path, he had a certain degree of vision in the dark, but the cellar without light was pitch dark. Let alone finding Mr. C, he could hardly even see his teammates around him.
As for opening the clairvoyance? Rupert beside him had the same fate.
"Can you see it?"
He asked Angel in a low voice.
The latter had already pushed Rupert, who was trembling all over and on the verge of losing control, to the ground face down. Hearing Clement's question, she looked around the entire cellar with her dark vision, but found nothing except blood and pieces of flesh on the ground.
"After he extinguished the candle, he disappeared from the spot. He might have used some extraordinary ability."
Seeing that he couldn't spot the enemy with the naked eye, Angel took out his secondary weapon, another revolver with a slightly smaller caliber but six bullets, and fired a shot directly at the open space. After firing the first demon hunting bullet, he aimed at the center of the cellar and fired the only "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" in the magazine.
The bullet hit the ground, creating an area of flickering phosphorescence. Although it couldn't cover the entire cellar, the originally dark ground and ceiling on the side near the entrance had become visible again. The flesh and blood fragments of varying sizes on the ground were also covered by phosphorescence, and their outlines appeared faintly light yellow.
In the yellow halo scattered all over the ground, a small, fast-moving shadow stood out.
“There!”
Without Angel's reminder, Clement had already raised his gun again, and the two of them fired several shots at the rapidly approaching shadow.
“Bang, bang—”
The bullet hit the shadow, gravel flew everywhere, and several craters were made on the ground, but the shadow itself was not affected at all, just like a real shadow.
In an instant, the shadow came to the feet of Clement who was standing in the front.
As if changing from two dimensions to three dimensions, the shadow rose from the ground. Clement only had time to step back half a step before a slender, smooth arm stretched out from the shadow, with five fingers forming claws, pressing towards his face.
It’s Mr. C!
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