MM Racing Chapter 115 Super Corpse-Piecing Technique
Chapter 115 Super Corpse-Piecing Technique
Chapter 115 Super Corpse-Piecing Technique
A beast-man, neither dragon nor bird, stood up, wielding a battle axe burning with piercing spiritual fire.
With each flap of the wings of spiritual fire behind him, a vast expanse of spiritual fire spreads out, igniting the air, piercing the darkness, and bringing silent death.
"Carmela, is that the 'person' you brought in?"
Hanz swallowed hard, turned around, and glanced at the girl.
The girl named Carmela was equally bewildered, and subconsciously shook her head; her trembling body betrayed her inner turmoil.
Confusion, fear... Her emotions shifted rapidly, finally settling on a mixture of horror and awe.
She screamed, "This is an apostle of another demon of death, not a messenger of my lord!"
Hanz's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and he almost dropped his saber.
The demon he worships, known as "The Corpse Collector," is one of the demons who govern the realm of death.
The Realm of Death is home to multiple demon gods, who generally dislike each other, and divine battles are commonplace.
Every decisive battle affects many worlds, causing confusion in their concepts of death.
In the last desperate battle, the Corpse Collector, sued by the Dead Bird, shattered a corner of the divine throne, and the demon's apostles suffered heavy casualties.
Their cult also suffered heavy losses, with many of its core members who had undergone the "Isis Corpse Piece" ritual falling apart, forcing the cult to turn to covert operations.
Nearly a thousand years have passed before the Order re-established its connection with the Corpse Collectors. Hanz had originally plotted to transform Red Eagle Territory into a dead city, thus restoring the Order's glory.
Unexpectedly, a Death-Calling Priest-level figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Can you tell which demon god's apostle it is?" Hans asked through gritted teeth.
"Battle axe, spirit fire feathers, bird-like form... If I'm not mistaken, it should be related to the Deathbird."
Carmela trembled, the torch of her spirit fire flickering in her hand.
"You guessed right, your reward is a slap across the face for each of you."
A sharp, bird-like sound rang out, and a giant axe swept across, its cold blade striking them.
Many of the cult soldiers were smashed like garlic cloves flattened by a cleaver, their bodies split into several pieces, leaving only a few bloody marks on the spot.
"You call that a slap in the face? I think your brain was burned out by the spiritual fire."
Hanz narrowly escaped death and cursed the priest who summoned death.
Lord Red Eagle was unsure of what to do; he hesitated, wondering whether he should observe from the sidelines or help one side.
Hanz harbored a deep hatred for him, but the new bird-like beast was no pushover either.
After thinking for a long time, he realized that his considerations were meaningless, because the severe pain in his abdomen prevented him from exerting much of his strength.
"If I find out who poisoned him, I will make sure he doesn't get away with it!"
"Excuse me, is this the poison you're talking about?" A guard approached him, smiling as he pulled out a bottle of red potion.
The red, gelatinous substance inside the medicine bottle was wriggling, which was extremely unpleasant.
Lord Red Eagle's expression changed. He was about to speak when he suddenly bent over and made a retching motion.
A wave of nausea and suffocation washed over him, and he felt something slowly climbing up from his stomach.
He opened his mouth and watched as a bloody, mangled hand emerged from it.
A bloody hand covered his face, then another, and together they tore his jaw apart, until finally a clump of red slime slowly crawled out.
"What on earth is this thing?" The Red Eagle Lord was completely dry, as if all his flesh and blood had been sucked out, but his jaw quickly returned to normal.
He turned his eyes and saw that many guests were enjoying the same treatment, except for Rosa.
After witnessing the Red Eagle Lord's tragic state, she immediately cut open her own stomach and ripped out the red slime-like thing.
"Decisive enough," the guard holding the medicine bottle clapped his hands. "You're much better than Roderick, who rose to power by selling his body."
"Did you kill Roderick?" Rosa narrowed her eyes, secretly clenching a silver dragon scale in her pocket.
These words reminded her of the earth-shattering battle a month ago, of the dragonborn, and of the three-headed dragon that betrayed the dragon race.
After that battle, the rise of the Dragon Worship Cult came to a standstill, and the entire Dragon Worship Cult within the Frost Territory was wiped out, with five dragons perishing.
The entire order suffered heavy losses.
"Are you a fallen god's offspring? Or a divine abomination?"
The Dragon Worship Cult refers to the dragon descendants as fallen divine offspring, but calls the three-headed dragon a divine abomination.
The guard chuckled softly, and with a ripple of flesh, he transformed into a beautiful young woman with white hair.
The slimes on the field obeyed her call and, in her hand, solidified into a blood-red blade.
"You Dragon Worshippers are really something. Even though I'm your enemy, you still address me as 'God' to distinguish me from everyone else."
Perhaps in their eyes, even if dragons are enemies, they are still noble beings.
"Not bad, you are indeed good dogs." The white-haired girl smiled and attacked fiercely.
The blood-red blade, imbued with an unbelievable malevolence, transformed into a streak of crimson light and slashed towards Rosa.
The spirit fire suddenly ignited, and a pillar of fire rose from the ground, blocking the path of the blood blade.
The white-haired girl turned her head slightly and saw Carmela raising her staff, the tip of which flickered with the light of a spiritual fire.
"The Scarlet Witch, Devialetta."
The girl read out the name of her body word by word, her fear replaced by a burning hatred.
"You know me?" The blood shadow, wearing Devia's face, tilted its head, looking puzzled.
"Of course, how could I forget you? I think about doing to you what you did to me all the time."
Carmela's attention was completely drawn to her, and she even forgot the purpose of her trip and Hanz, who was being beaten.
The girl placed her hand close to her forehead, casually tore it off, and crumpled the human skin mask into a ball before carelessly discarding it.
"My family died because of you, my face was disfigured because of you, how could I possibly forget you?"
Devia stared at her for a while, then slapped her forehead. "So it was you! I promised your father on the day I graduated that I would visit you when I had time. I didn't expect you to have joined the Corpse-Collecting Cult."
Behind the blood-red shadow, Mordy felt a deep sense of regret. A perfectly good child had become a corpse-splitter. This was a loss for the North and a loss for the entire world.
"If I don't do this, how will I have the means to take revenge on you?"
The girl sneered as she tore open her clothes, revealing her artificially pieced-together body.
The sutures were crooked and uneven, and there were patches of lividity everywhere. Clearly, she had put in a lot of hard work to assemble this body.
With such intense resentment, it's estimated that at least a dozen people have been killed.
"Super assembly technique, huh? Oh, it should be super corpse assembly technique. Others assemble building blocks, but you assemble 'household parts'."
After a pause, Devia added, "The finished product is still a defective one with lividity. With this level of skill, I wouldn't even want a multi-functional corpse princess."
"What do you know?" Carmela roared in fury. "This is my graduation project, a masterpiece of corpse-reassembly skills completed with the help of six families!"
Upon hearing about such a wasteful act, Devia's face turned cold.
The Blood-Transforming Divine Blade split in two; one blade blocked Rosa's mutated dragon claws, while the other was used against the corpse-splitting Carmela.
"Six families worked together to produce such a useless person? I suspect your academic qualifications are heavily inflated."
Suppose a family has two adults, and each of them can pay one silver coin in taxes per month. Over twelve months, that's twenty-four silver coins. For six families, that's one hundred and forty-four silver coins.
"That many silver coins would be enough to buy at least thirty corpses on the black market, and you?"
She glanced at Carmela's frail body and said disdainfully:
"This thing isn't even worth ten silver coins. If your long-dead father saw you like this, he'd probably crawl out of his coffin and slap you twice."
Oh, I almost forgot, I cremated your father; he didn't leave behind a body.
Since the girl had gone astray, Modi showed her no mercy and only wanted to send her to see her father.
A flash of blood appeared, the blade like a calm pool of blood, reflecting Carmela's face twisted with rage.
A massive vortex in the sky spewed out deathly energy, and the gates of death were slowly opening.
The darkness deepened, and the spirit fire flickered on the verge of extinction, as if some ancient being was observing the world through the vortex.
Death rituals have become increasingly active, and their scope has expanded beyond the palace to encompass the entire Red Eagle Territory.
In the cemetery, the sounds of knocking on coffins and digging mingled together. The old man guarding the grave hid inside his house, trembling as he listened to the roars coming from outside.
Outside the palace, the bodies of those who had just died in battle opened their eyes and staggered to their feet.
The deceased wanders throughout the town, mimicking the actions of a person who was alive, based on the memories they retained from their previous life.
"Open, open the door, I'm home." A male corpse, recently buried, pounded on the door, making a hoarse sound with his broken vocal cords.
Inside the house, the widow held her child, huddled in a corner, her face filled with fear.
In the tavern, the man who died from a drunken brawl burst in, ignoring the shock of those around him, snatched a glass of wine, and punched the person next to him.
"Ha ha ha, the gates of death are about to open, beyond which lies the realm of death, and the apostles of our Lord. Now, the death knell has tolled!"
Hanz the Wolf Fox dodged the giant axe's swings, much like a novice struggling to fight a boss, only focusing on making ineffective rolls.
In the brief moment between rolls, he laughed heartily, but he didn't see his opponent's wide grin.
Yes, the tolling bells are for you.
Modi raised the axe of human sacrifice and let out a sharp bird cry.
Having wielded the axe of human sacrifice for so long, his understanding of death far surpasses that of these corpse-splitting cult members. With a thought, he seized control of the entire ritual.
Above the vortex, within the realm of death, the apostle, comparable to an immortal, was both shocked and furious.
From that moment on, his door no longer belonged to him; instead, it was altered and pointed to an even more terrifying entity.
"We beseech the Death Bird to inform the God of Death and the God of Calming Obsession, and we believe that your divine power can soothe the death here."
The sound of hooves rang out, and Hanz's pupils contracted sharply.
He could not sense the apostle with whom he had established a connection, nor could he sense the demon god he worshipped.
It was as if he were in another divine realm, where the surrounding deathly aura no longer belonged to him.
"What exactly did you do?"
"Oh, I called my boss," Modi smiled slightly, "and told him that there's a bunch of reckless competitors stealing my business."