As the white mist appeared, incomprehensible roars rang in Lu Ning's ears.
The sounds overlapped, as if echoing in the soul.
Lu Ning's head exploded on the spot, and blood spurted several meters high from his neck, landing directly on the bloody ceiling.
Erin: Σ(っ°Д°；)っ
She watched as Lu Ning suppressed the mutated flesh and blood, and stood by to keep watch.
Unexpectedly, Lu Ning's head suddenly exploded.
This left Eileen completely stunned, her mind going completely blank.
Not only her, but even the flesh-and-blood disease patients stared in shock at Lu Ning's head exploding.
The next moment, the person with the flesh disease seemed to feel a sudden surge of power within their body.
He beamed with ecstasy: "It's the Lord!! I really am a believer favored by the Lord!! Hahahaha! The Lord has always been watching over me!!"
Even after becoming a patient with the disease, he was still overjoyed, like a child who had been recognized.
Then, his eyes blazed with fervor: "The Lord's will is my direction! I will surely overcome all obstacles for the Lord and accomplish..."
However, before he could finish speaking, his flesh suddenly twisted and his whole body swelled up.
The man suffering from the flesh-and-blood disease was startled, then realized what was happening, his face filled with a mixture of fear and fanaticism: "No, no! No! Lord, I was wrong! Please give me another chance!"
The next moment, the swelling flesh suddenly stopped expanding and gradually returned to its original state.
He then turned his gaze to Eileen, who was still alive, and a ferocious look appeared on his face: "He died a terrible death, but you will die an even worse one!"
"Really?" Lu Ning's calm voice rang out.
This caused the person with the fleshy lesions to shudder.
He turned his head to look in the direction where Lu Ning's headless corpse had been.
Lu Ning's mind had somehow returned to normal, and she was silently watching him.
The person suffering from the flesh-and-blood disease was stunned for a moment: "You're not dead?!"
Lu Ning asked, somewhat confused, "Didn't I just say that I am immortal?"
The man with the flesh-and-blood disease had a ferocious and furious expression: "His head is shattered and he's still alive?! How is that possible?!"
"If your head is shattered, you're dead. Isn't that still considered alive?" Lu Ning couldn't understand.
The man with the flesh-and-blood mutation stiffened for a moment, then took a deep breath, his flesh and blood writhing as if he had fallen into madness: "Since that's how it is, then I'll smash your body to pieces! Let's see if you die!"
Lu Ning replied, "No, I've tried it before."
The man with the fleshy lesion stiffened, then sneered, "Is that so? Then I'll try again!"
He let out a low growl, and his entire body writhed and began to contract rapidly, as if being absorbed by some kind of force.
As his flesh and blood writhed, his mental pressure rapidly increased.
Just then, a sword light flashed past at an extremely fast speed.
The flesh-and-blood disease patient, whose condition was still escalating, stared at him, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
The next moment, his body slumped down and he fell to the ground.
In front of him was his lower body.
The patient with the fleshy lesions felt excruciating pain in his lower back and growled in disbelief, "How is this possible?!"
He didn't even realize it!
Lu Ning stood not far away, the flesh on his hands wriggling, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state.
Previously, Lu Ning had hoped to obtain some information about the Crimson Cult from this infected person.
Unexpectedly, the charm was backfired on by the indescribable mass of flesh.
That mass of flesh and blood must be the evil god behind the Scarlet Cult.
In that case, even if Lu Ning increases his mental output and manages to break through the evil god's defenses, he still won't be able to get anything out of it.
This evil god could probably cause the infected person to explode, just like when we questioned that cultist before.
Lu Ning planned to kill him directly.
After cutting the man with the fleshy lesions in half at the waist, Lu Ning saw that the flesh around his waist was writhing, the bleeding had stopped, and the wound was beginning to heal.
Lu Ning stepped forward and with a single sword stroke, severed the head of the flesh-and-flesh mutated man.
His head rolled several times on the carpet of blood and flesh before finally coming to rest face up.
Lu Ning calmly looked at his head and asked, "Can he be resurrected?"
Blood trickled from the corner of the flesh-deformed man's mouth, his pupils dilated, and he opened his mouth, uttering, "Holy shit..."
Before he could finish speaking, his pupils lost their luster.
Lu Ning nodded slightly: "It seems you are not immortal."
Eileen had already prepared to make a move when she saw that the flesh-and-blood mutated creature's strength had increased again.
The next moment, Lu Ning killed the flesh-and-blood mutated creature.
This left Eileen stunned for a moment before she came to her senses.
She walked over, looked at the corpse on the ground, and frowned, saying, "This guy is incredibly strong. The ability he used at the end must have been an evil technique. His strength has probably reached the seventh level."
Lu Ning nodded slightly: "Mm."
"But you're still stronger. I didn't expect you to kill him with a single blow." Eileen looked at Lu Ning with some amazement: "You've only been in the Mist Bureau for a little over a year. Give you a few more years, and you'll probably reach the level of a high-level Awakener. Maybe you'll even have a chance to become a Saint in the future?"
Lu Ning said calmly, "I just hope to find the secret hidden in the fog."
"Um... that Saint level is probably not enough. You need to work harder. Maybe you have a chance to become a demigod."
Lu Ning nodded: "Then I want to become a demigod."
Eileen: "..."
Hearing Lu Ning's calm voice, she had the illusion that becoming a demigod was actually quite easy.
While Eileen remained speechless, Lu Ning glanced at the Crimson Sword in his hand. The Crimson Sword had absorbed the previous blood and was now radiating powerful spiritual radiation.
He seemed to be deep in thought, then picked up the scarlet sword and plunged it into the carpet of flesh and blood.
The next moment, the Crimson Sword seemed to be like a traveler who had been thirsty for many days in the desert seeing a bottle of water.
It began to rapidly absorb all the flesh and blood in this area.
The flesh carpet, which had been slowly writhing, seemed to move much more violently, as if it had been threatened.
However, the carpet of flesh and blood was right there, unable to move, and could only be continuously absorbed by the Crimson Sword.
As the Crimson Sword absorbed more and more flesh and blood, the surrounding flesh and blood began to wither and shrivel, and this phenomenon began to spread to increasingly distant areas.
Conversely, the red light on the Crimson Sword grew stronger and stronger, and the greatsword began to hum, seemingly extremely excited.
In Lu Ning's vision, he could see the mental pollution within the Crimson Sword slowly increasing, becoming unwavering.
While Eileen, who was standing nearby, couldn't see as clearly as Lu Ning, she also felt a powerful mental pollution.
She retreated repeatedly, staring in horror at the scarlet sword.
"Captain Lu! What are you doing?!"
Lu Ning looked at the Crimson Sword and said, "Base City 121 itself has problems, and it's difficult to deal with this flesh and blood if we leave it. I think we should let the Crimson Sword absorb it."
Lu Ning wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the Crimson Sword seemed very happy.
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