socalfunplaces Chapter 80 Weaving Flesh into Cloth, The Mad King's Prison, and a Strange Fire
Chapter 80 Weaving Flesh into Cloth, The Mad King's Prison, and a Strange Fire
He wore a divine leather coat over a dragon scale armor.
He wore an axe of human sacrifice at his waist and carried a dragon bone lamp in his hand.
Modi, dressed in a manner that suggested he was not a good person, walked in the middle of the group.
He was surrounded by demon soldiers and commanders, and around him were the Council of Five, the Spirit of the Styx, the Fleshweaver, and the Corpse Explosion Hive.
Guided by the blood of the Mad King, they ventured deeper into the Black Forest.
The team members are all very different, with only one exception.
That's Arken.
He carried his painting on his back, wore a painter's hat on his head, and held a paintbrush in his hand.
He looks like a painter who has gone out to find inspiration.
"It's too quiet, boss. Don't you find that strange?"
He listened intently for a while, but could not hear any other sounds besides their footsteps.
There were no insects chirping or birds singing in the woods.
Before Modi could answer, Bazett gave him an unpleasant look.
Class etiquette is ingrained in its very being.
It instinctively felt disgusted when it saw Arken speaking to his superior without looking him in the eye.
The demons of the Council of Five are much the same.
Modi didn't care, after all, class was only used to restrain demons.
"Perhaps they sensed the changes in the Black Forest and migrated away long ago."
He recalled the moose he had seen along the way on his journey.
It turns out that their migration was not due to the ancient god beneath Korwick, but rather to changes in the Black Forest.
Negative elements are active here, shrouded in some kind of evil force.
Living here for a long time can easily lead to madness, just like the monsters here.
Even Modi dared not easily release his spiritual sense, for fear that it would be contaminated.
"Mad Wolf, tastes very good, can be woven into black cloth."
A Weaver of Flesh swallowed an entire mad wolf and wove a piece of high-quality, pure black cloth.
It's lightweight and feels great to the touch; you'd never guess that it's made of flesh and blood.
Modi never imagined that they could iterate their technology so autonomously.
Now they can even weave cloth directly.
"The Flesh Weaver can be given more focus in future development."
We walked a little further in.
Besides encountering some crazed monsters, they also met a deer that had the blood of the Mad King flowing through its veins.
Calling it a deer is actually inappropriate.
It is much larger than a moose, about the height of a two-story building.
Its head resembles an upside-down human body, with two horns for the lower limbs and whiskers for the upper limbs.
When Modi saw it, he also saw many corpses around it.
There are monsters and moose.
Without exception, they were all pierced through by sharp branches and hung on the tree.
"Ah, what an interesting scene. Perhaps I can draw it and name it... The Spirit of the Black Forest."
Arken was in high spirits and took out his sketchbook to draw the scene before him.
Bazett had no interest in such matters and calmly gave the order:
"The first to third teams will engage the enemy, while the fourth team will remain on standby."
Upon receiving the order, the demons charged forward without hesitation.
Hesitating for even a second longer is considered disobeying superiors.
"Will the giant deer taste good?"
"You can weave beautiful cloth? I'd like to try."
"Should we join the war?"
Several flesh weavers with centipede-like bodies and alien-like upper bodies whispered to each other.
"Go ahead and see what kind of cloth this thing can be woven into." Modi nodded.
With a wave of his hand, seven Flesh Weavers sprang out.
Surrounded by demons, the giant stag roared in fury.
It rampages through the demon horde, occasionally lowering its head to coil around demon soldiers with its tentacles, attempting to tear them apart.
The demon soldier, engulfed in the tangle, gritted its teeth; the ingrained hierarchy and etiquette drove it to fight to the very last moment.
"Maintain courtesy until the very end..."
It brandished its saber and, just as it was about to be torn apart, cut off one of the giant deer's tentacles.
The giant deer, in pain, instinctively loosened its whiskers.
The soldier fell to the ground, but before he could even feel relieved, he got up again and slashed the giant deer's leg with his sword.
"We must remain steadfast in our duties; the battle is not yet over."
Suddenly, several scarlet figures flashed past it.
The Fleshweavers opened their chests and abdomens, revealing their tentacles and fangs, and bit at the giant deer.
"Julu, tastes very good."
The giant deer howled, in a fit of impotent rage.
Demon soldiers pounced on it, inflicting damage with knives, claws, and spells.
Finally, a demon commander seized the opportunity and beheaded it with a single blow.
Within five minutes, the giant deer, which was as tall as a two-story building, collapsed to the ground.
"He died like that? What a pity." Arken sighed and put away his sketchbook.
Bazett ordered, "Battle over, retreat."
The demons quickly regrouped, at a speed that seemed unbelievable for demons.
"The fabric this time is of very high quality."
"Should we show this to our owner?"
The meat weavers presented a piece of cloth to Modi.
He touched the red cloth and nodded slightly.
"You can't feel that it's made of flesh and blood at all."
With a strong tug, the cloth remained intact.
"Its durability is good, only slightly inferior to my divine leather coat."
Modi returned the cloth to the Weaver of Flesh and flicked a wisp of death energy towards the remaining corpses.
In the blink of an eye, the giant deer's remains dissolved into a pool of pus and blood, its soul swept away by the deathly aura.
Modi fiddled with the mad soul and, sure enough, found the law on it.
"The prey must be hung on a tree branch, the prey must be offered as a sacrifice to the Father God, it must be..."
He glanced at the corpses hanging from the trees.
"So this is a sacrifice. Could its father god be the Mad King?"
It's hard to imagine that these monsters would possess the blood of ancient gods.
He increasingly suspected that the madness and law within the souls of these monsters actually originated from the Mad King.
The Mad King, first of all, is associated with the word "mad," and secondly, he is a king.
This corresponds exactly to both of them.
"Seemingly rational, but actually insane... Let's keep going."
The troops continued their advance.
They walked for about two more hours, killing a large number of monsters along the way.
The loss was only six demon soldiers and three demon officers.
"We've finally arrived."
Modi made a gesture, and Bazett immediately ordered the troops to halt.
He walked to the front of the line and stared at a large door in front of him.
The door was embedded in a large tree, with many patterns carved on it that he couldn't understand.
But he was very familiar with this pattern.
This pattern also appears on the prison door beneath Green's old house.
In other words, this door could very well be the door to a prison.
An ancient god was imprisoned behind the door.
It was clearly that mad king.
Because the Blood of the Mad King was urging him on, urging him to push open the door and enter.
"By the way, who built all these doors?"
He had initially thought that the door under the old house was left by the Mad King, but now he has overturned that conjecture.
If that door was truly left by the Mad King, why would He imprison Him with the same door?
It is possible that some powerful being built these prisons and imprisoned the ancient gods inside.
The origins of other hell gates on Earth may be similar.
Modi placed his hand on the door and tried to push it hard.
"I knew it wasn't that simple... The door's open?"
He stared at the crack in the door, momentarily stunned.
"Did someone go in? Or did something escape?"
After a moment of silence, he pushed open the door and made a gesture toward the demon forces.
Behind him, several demon soldiers stepped forward and entered through the door.
Not long after, the soldier who went in told him about the situation inside through the contract.
"Go inside, everyone." He nodded to Bazeit.
The goat-headed demon immediately gave the order:
"The first and third units will go first, and the second and fourth units will bring up the rear."
The demons filed in.
Modi followed closely behind.
After passing through the dark passage, the view suddenly opened up in the blink of an eye.
A blaze of fire was reflected in his pupils.
The demons who had entered before him were now confronting the man.
They were a group of refugees; judging from their clothing, they seemed to be medieval city dwellers.
"Bazett, what's the situation now?"
"My master, these people seem to be trying to cross over us. Should we let them pass?"
Bazette paid no attention to the crowd of citizens, believing itself to be of a far higher social class.
When it looked at Modi, its attitude became respectful again, patiently waiting for its master's instructions.
"...You all stay put and wait for further instructions."
Modi stepped forward, still wearing his imposing divine leather coat.
"Hello, we are mercenaries from a faraway land. Can you tell us what exactly happened here?"
Language fluency activates instantly.
The leader opposite him first sized him up, then looked at the fierce-looking soldiers behind him.
Suddenly, I lost my confidence.
Although the demons disguised themselves as humans, their aura was undeniable and awe-inspiring.
After mentally preparing himself, the leader spoke:
"A fire has broken out in the city. We need to escape. Please make way for us and your troops."
"that's all?"
Modi glanced at the city engulfed in flames.
The fire that engulfed the entire city did not seem to be a natural phenomenon.
"Let them pass."
He had no reason to refuse.
Bazett was very obedient to the orders of his superiors.
"Release them."
The demon soldiers parted to make way.
The citizens breathed a sigh of relief and quickly passed through.
"Wow, so magnificent, truly a breathtaking sight."
Aken looked up at the city and the fire, and exclaimed in heartfelt praise.
"This fire was neither an accident nor a natural occurrence."
Modi looked toward the city gate and vaguely heard someone calling for help inside.
He looked closely and saw a girl lying on the ground, pinned down by a wooden beam.
Before the girl was a monster almost burned to a crisp, barely recognizable as human.
The charred humanoid staggered forward, opening its fiery embrace as if to pull the girl into its arms.
Without a second thought, Modi raised his hand and the Dragon Slayer Spear landed in his grasp.
He aimed at the charred humanoid figure and threw the gun with force.
The Dragon Slayer Spear transformed into lightning, instantly piercing through its target.
"Go in and take a look; try to save them if you can."
Modi strode forward and entered the city first.
His men followed him without hesitation.
The demons have high fire resistance, so walking through the raging streets is quite pleasant for them.
The Styx Spirit was not affected much; only the Fleshweaver and the Corpse Explosion Hive were not very adaptable.
Modi strode up to the girl, ignoring the intense heat, and casually lifted the wooden beam that was pressing down on her.
Are you alright?
He regretted asking the question as soon as he did, because it sounded like a pointless question.
How could the girl be alright after being pinned down for so long?
Her legs were a bloody mess, and she had large burns all over her body.
"Don't panic, I'll heal you right away."
With a thought, the [Blood Transformation Mark] immediately took effect.
The girl's wounds healed quickly.