MM Racing Chapter 91 The Master's Orders Are Passed Down
Chapter 91 The Master's Orders Are Passed Down
Chapter 91 The Master's Orders Are Passed Down (Seeking First Subscription)
"Then it's settled."
Modi nodded slightly, then asked them about the princess's location. With a wave of his hand, he immediately led his army to set off.
Large groups of non-human beings roamed the streets, and with the prior instructions of the judge, the soldiers passing by dared not stop them.
Wherever it passed, pedestrians looked on in horror and scattered like birds and beasts.
Merchants hurriedly closed their doors, and vendors, forgetting even their goods, frantically fled to safety.
Seeing this, Modi remarked on the true hospitality of the people of Camelot.
To facilitate the advance of his troops, a wide-open street was deliberately left for him.
But this is not good, as it disrupts people's normal production and lives.
He pulled Bazette aside and whispered a few words of advice to her.
The goat-headed demon immediately understood and instructed his commander:
"The master's command is to pass down: all demons must disguise themselves as humans, and all flesh and blood creatures must disguise themselves as humanoids!"
The orders were passed down level by level: the demon commander passed them to the demon soldiers, the demon soldiers passed them to the flesh weavers, and the flesh weavers passed them on to other flesh monsters.
More than two hundred soldiers quickly completed their disguises; they had just been blue-faced and fanged, but now they looked like normal humans.
Due to their physical structure, the flesh-and-blood monsters cannot completely disguise themselves as humans, but they can evolve in the direction of pseudo-humans.
For example, the Flesh Weavers retain their original lower body shape, but their upper body mimics the appearance of a young girl.
Their character creation techniques are clearly better than Modi's.
Bazett nodded in satisfaction after confirming that his men had completed their disguises.
It disguised itself as a man wearing a monocle, a top hat, and a mustache, cleared its throat, and shouted:
"Fellow villagers, don't panic. We are very good people and would never use your lives to claim a reward."
Upon hearing this, the people who were already running away ran even faster.
The streets became even emptier; there was no one else there.
"Wait, there's one more person."
Modi's eyes lit up. He walked to the roadside and squatted down in front of a girl who was hugging her legs and curled up in a ball.
The girl had long, flowing blonde hair, a petite figure, and a face without makeup, yet her beautiful features were still undeniable.
What's most striking is the single, straight ahoge (cowlick) on that head of blond hair.
He stared at the girl's ahoge (cowlick) without saying a word, until she quietly raised her head and secretly glanced at him with her emerald green eyes.
"Everyone else sees us as a monster and has run away, why don't you run away?" he asked.
"I'm too hungry to run."
The girl stared into his eyes and, without thinking, blurted out those words.
Her stomach happened to rumble, as if in agreement with her words.
Modi nodded, stood up, and instructed Bazette, "Give her some dry rations."
Seeing that the girl had received the dry rations, he kindly offered a reminder:
"After that, stay away from the castle and palace as far away as possible."
"But that's my home, why can't I go back?"
The blonde girl tilted her head, looking puzzled, then suddenly had an expression of realization.
"Xiao Mo, you've come to take me home, right?"
"What did you call me?"
Modi raised an eyebrow and glanced back at her.
"Do you know my name?"
"Of course, you are my child. What mother would forget her own child's name?"
The blonde girl, carrying the bag of dry food, walked lightly to his side and took his hand.
"Xiao Mo, please take me back quickly. I remember it's been a long time since I've been back."
Modi seemed rooted to the spot, remaining motionless.
He looked at the girl who was unusually close to him with a strange gaze.
"Do we look like we're related by blood?"
He turned to ask his subordinates.
Arken and Bazett both shook their heads.
"It doesn't look like it."
"You don't look like this lady's child; you look more like her, well, her brother."
Cinderella answered in this way.
Modi nodded knowingly and looked back at the girl who was holding his arm.
Damn it, the way this girl looked at him revealed a loving maternal instinct.
She doesn't even look older than me. No, she really treats me like her own child.
His expression grew increasingly strange as he asked, "This is the first time we've met. Why do you say I'm your child?"
"Because you are my child, is there even a need to ask why?"
The girl's face was sincere, and her heart was free of any dark thoughts.
At least Modi's [Netherworld Mark] didn't find anything wrong.
Could I have run into a mentally ill person? Wait, judging from her clothes, she's at least a member of a noble family.
Modi glanced at her and noticed that the material of her long dress was among the highest in the kingdom.
"But I'm really not your child."
Modi wanted to explain, but looking into the girl's determined, almost stubborn eyes, he asked:
"What's your name?"
"A name? Let me think."
The girl frowned slightly, revealing an expression that was a mixture of contemplation and distress.
After a while, the distress on her face disappeared, and she cheered:
"My name is Artorina Pan...: ...Pan something again?"
Joy froze on her face, followed by a deep sense of confusion.
Finally, she honestly admitted, "I forgot."
"I'll call you Artorina for now."
Modi took a deep breath, about to persuade her to leave, when a series of orderly footsteps came from the end of the street.
Judging from the sound, he immediately deduced that it was a well-trained unit, numbering about one or two hundred.
He used a clever trick to break free from Artoria's superhuman strength and instructed her:
"Find a safe place to stay first, and I'll explain everything to you after this is over."
Artorina opened her mouth, as if to say something, but seeing his serious expression, she quickly changed her mind:
"Okay, Xiao Mo, I will do as you say."
He turned around and looked into the distance.
Led by a knight, an elite force, whose members were all clad in armor, charged toward them.
"All troops, listen to my command! Swordsmen, advance to stand guard! Wizards, guide the spellcasting!"
Bazette made arrangements methodically and prepared to deal with the enemy.
Modi summoned Frostbite, gripped the Dragon Hunter Spear tightly in his other hand, and stood at the forefront of the troops.
"Slay these demons who have invaded Camelot!"
The lead knight roared, stomped his foot heavily, and leaped high into the air, his spear pointing directly at Modi.
"In the name of Lan Malok, a Knight of the Round Table, rebel, die..."
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"I don't care who you are, take my sword first."
Modi swung his sword horizontally, and Shuangni cut off Qitu's spear first, then swept across his body with undiminished force.
The sound of flesh tearing apart was clearly audible.
The greatsword cleaved the knight in two, and due to inertia, his two halves flew forward a distance, spilling his intestines all over the ground.
Finally, it landed not far behind Modi.
"How...how is this possible?"
The knight's life force, so powerful it rivaled that of a three-seal transcendent being, prevented him from dying immediately.
This was supposed to be his guarantee of survival, but now it has become the source of his suffering.
The Styx death energy that clung to Frostbite had now transformed into the most vicious instruments of torture, ravaging the knight's body.
It felt like countless ants were gnawing at his flesh, or like countless maggots were crawling in and out of his body. Even though his will was as firm as iron, he was still in so much pain that he let out a beast-like roar.
Meanwhile, the soldiers he brought arrived at the battlefield just in time.
Seeing the gruesome sight of Qi Tu being cut in half at the waist, they were all filled with terror, but there was no turning back now. They were being swept along by their companions behind them and could no longer stop.
Modi charged into the enemy ranks, thrusting out his Dragon-Hunting Spear, piercing through the bodies of several men in front of him like dots in a painting.
With a flick of his wrist, the skewer of corpses on the gun flew off and landed on other soldiers.
Those soldiers who passed him did not die so quickly, but they did not live much longer either.
They plunged headlong into the monster horde, facing bizarre magic from another world, as well as terrifying enemies from the same other world.
The ground turned into a mud pit, and some soldiers who plunged in were soon swallowed up.
Those who were lucky enough to survive had no time to rejoice before they encountered a formidable enemy.
Those were jet-black tentacles with fangs, emerging from the ground and coiling around the soldiers who had risked their lives to enter this place.
Across the swamp, demon soldiers grinned as they swung their swords and axes, beheading enemies who had crossed the swamp.
The demon commanders stood at the back of the column, occasionally unleashing Deathfire to scorch the poor creatures struggling in the swamp.
They were driven to despair by the slaughter; some turned to flee, only to be blocked by humanoid dragons wielding giant swords behind them.
Modi swung his frost-covered blade like a paintbrush.
Anyone who tries to rush behind him will be torn to pieces by this enormous paintbrush.
Their flesh and organs turned into paint, which was unevenly smeared on the streets.
Occasionally, he would use the Dragon Slayer Spear to stab his enemies to death, thus preserving their bodies in better condition.
This scene was captured by Akon and Cinderella.
"The master is indeed a master; even the act of killing enemies has such beauty."
"Red, white, and yellow, fragmented, like the various colors formed by diffuse reflection on a lens."
While killing the enemy, they also tried to imitate his style, using the enemy's blood as paint to create their artwork.
In less than five minutes, the hundred-man force that the knight brought with him vanished.
The streets of Camelot were stained with blood, and flesh, organs, and bones were scattered everywhere.
"This is only the first wave of enemies; the false king will not let me off so easily."
His steel-soled dragon-scale boots trod over the pool of blood, crushing unidentifiable organs into mangled flesh.
Modi was covered in blood, and his fur coat sucked on it vigorously, making a pleasurable sound.
After the blood on his body was washed away, the coat became even more crimson, and the faces on it became even more distorted.
"Forget it, let's clean the floor first, otherwise a plague might spread."
The River Styx swept through, washing over the entire street.
This cleansing was more thorough; the soul, flesh, and bones were all swallowed up by the River Styx.
"It's a pity that the master's masterpiece was not preserved."
Arken and Cinderella both sighed.
The knight, now only his upper body, crawled to Mordi's side and tried to grab his ankle with his own hands.
"Give me a quick death."
The Dragon Slayer Spear pierced his skull, sliced across the ground, and left a final trail of blood on the street.
With the River Styx rolled up, even this last trace vanished.
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