An Aberration
Twenty years ago,
A speeding hellish carriage, as it traversed the Black Thorn Forest of the Scorched Earth Plain, threw a bunch of newborn babies directly off the carriage.
This is neither an experiment nor an attempt to screen these infants.
It was simply because the female the Devil on the carriage had accumulated too many fetuses and needed to unload some of them.
Such abandonment of offspring is quite common in True Hell, since many females possess very strong fertility, and it's embarrassing to mention small numbers like ten or twenty pregnancies.
Furthermore, some of them have special physical conditions that can shorten the pregnancy period or allow them to continue their pregnancy during the pregnancy period.
There were twenty-seven babies abandoned in the Black Thorn Forest.
After all, they are the Devil. Although they were born not long ago, they already had the ability to crawl and began to gnaw on thorns because of hunger.
but,
The scent of maternal fluid emanating from the infants, along with the fleshy smell of their own bodies, quickly attracted Hell Beast. A spider covered in sharp spikes, larger than a horse, came looking for them.
One bite at a time,
After eating the first twenty-six, the spider seemed to be full.
Seeing the last baby lying on the ground, it spun out a web to wrap it up and took it back to the nest as a spare food.
However, after arriving at the lair, the Devil infant played with the spider's offspring and showed no fear of them whatsoever.
Gradually, the spider removed the baby from its food list and even began to raise it as its own offspring.
More than ten years have passed.
The Devil mother who once abandoned her offspring in the Black Thorn Forest was brutally murdered. When her body was found, it was hanging in the basement, her abdomen extremely swollen and filled with countless spider eggs.
Witnesses in the area mentioned that a strange the Devil, entirely black with spider legs on its back, had come to this place.
This the Devil, raised by spiders, is named Frank, after his first prey, whom he killed and took lives.
His lifestyle is not suited to the Bright Side Hell, and he has even been wanted by a small group of people.
Frank, carrying the "answer sheet" for killing his birth mother, travels to the Hell's Dark Side on the cheapest Original Pus cruise ship, where he is recognized by the evil play and qualified to participate in this grand drama.
Before heading to town, he had already killed three participants along the way.
Raised by spiders, he possessed an exceptional talent for assassination. His life story was even posted at the theater entrance, and many audience members placed their bets on him.
current,
Frank also came to the iron gate after hearing the noise.
When he saw that the person causing the loud noise was an ordinary body mover, he did not, like the other contestants, assume that the other person was committing a desperate suicide.
Although the smell emanating from this person's brain was very foul, his innate spider sense made him feel that this corpse mover might be different.
Frank's multiple repetitive eyes and vellus perception give him a global view of the current area.
"1, 2, 3... There are seven people here watching this guy who is deliberately making noise."
With these idiots around, I won't expose myself directly. There's a strange, even dangerous, feeling about this person.
Try using a venomous Poison Needle; it would be best if it could kill the enemy directly.
Frank's mouth twitched, and he spat out a tiny needle, almost invisible to the naked eye, coated with his unique venom.
A flick of the finger!
The Poison Needle did not strike the target directly, but instead bounced multiple times, traveling along a different path.
The Poison Needle was about to strike.
The seemingly clumsy corpse carrier suddenly stopped moving forward, a pause that allowed him to dodge the Poison Needle.
"Um?"
Frank couldn't tell whether it was luck or if the other party had actually sensed the presence of the Poison Needle.
Another Poison Needle was spat out of his mouth, and after several bounces, it shot straight at the target's chest. This time, stopping in one's tracks wouldn't be enough to dodge it.
It was about to hit.
The body mover suddenly crouched down, dug the mud out of his shoe with his fingers, and dodged again.
Tsk!
Frank grew impatient and pulled a third needle from his mouth. It was noticeably thicker than the first two and coated with more venom.
This time, instead of spitting it out with his mouth, he held the Poison Needle between his fingers.
Use even more force with your fingers to flick out the Poison Needle!
Whoosh!
The corpse carrier, who had cleaned the mud out of his shoes, seemed to have run out of luck this time and made no attempt to dodge.
The cold light was aimed directly at his neck.
Just as it was about to pierce... snap!
The suddenly raised finger firmly grasped the Poison Needle.
A gaze that didn't belong to a corpse mover suddenly fell upon him, startling Frank so much that he trembled all over, his spider legs completely adhering to the wall, and he stopped breathing.
Thump, thump, thump! A series of heavy footsteps were approaching him.
Each step was heavy, as if he were stepping on the surface of Frank's heart.
"Impossible!
I used a catapult to change the trajectory of the Poison Needle, and there was no leak of any scent, so there was no way I could be exposed... but why did he happen to be getting closer to me?
If I choose to run away now, will he catch up? Am I fast enough to outrun him?
Frank was caught in a mental dilemma, struggling to choose between hiding and running away.
He had never encountered anything like this before and couldn't understand what was going on with the body mover.
The footsteps grew closer.
30m
20m
10m
Frank gritted his teeth and prepared to use all his speed to escape.
Boom!
The wooden door of a building ten meters away was smashed by a shovel, followed by the sound of a fierce fight coming from inside the building.
The sound didn't last long before it stopped, leaving only the dragging sound of something.
Frank was hiding behind the building, peeking out and peering at the entrance.
The strange corpse carrier just walked out.
He held the still-bleeding head in one hand.
In his other hand he carried a hairy, headless corpse.
Seeing that it wasn't him who had been exposed, Frank breathed a slight sigh of relief, but what followed was another kind of doubt. "What exactly is this guy trying to do? After killing his competitor, shouldn't he secretly dispose of him and extract his Brain Essence?"
The head in his hand was still alive and had not been pierced by a syringe.
What was he doing dragging the corpse along?
He's not carrying a weapon right now, should we try again?
He spat out another Poison Needle and held it in his hand. Just as Frank was considering whether to fire the Poison Needle at close range, the scene before him made him stop.
The body carriers arrived at a street lamp.
The body's clothes were completely removed, and then the black blood flowing from the neck was used to draw on the body, writing text on the front and back to make markings.
Front - "The Fighting Arena is now open. Those interested, please head to the area in front of the city center entrance."
Back view - "Bloody Skull"
The body movers then hung the headless corpse on a streetlamp. In front of all the onlookers, they used a syringe to extract the Brain Essence from the head.
Finally, he leisurely returned to the house and picked up the blood-stained shovel again.
Shouldering a shovel, he strode forward heavily.
It slowly disappeared into the fog that permeated the town streets.
Frank was completely stunned.
He has never seen an individual like this in his entire life.
Such behavior completely deviates from the standards of bad jokes and is not in the style of insects at all.
But for some reason,
The cold blood in his body suddenly felt hot. Looking at the headless corpse hanging on the street lamp and the words on it, he actually wanted to go and see for himself, to try out the so-called fight.