Flash

At the far end of the first floor of the hotel.

A large number of live maggots crawled out of the house.

It crawled towards the door and was completely smashed into pieces of flesh. Small iron pillars of corpses grew from each piece of flesh. It no longer had a human form. Its entire head was smashed to pieces.

The live maggots continued to gnaw on the scraps of meat, trying to leave not a single crumb behind.

Agatha, wearing a metal mask, had steam constantly gushing from between the metal pistons on her back.

She was riding on the shattered corpse, and even though it was covered in bits of flesh, she was still not at ease, carefully examining each piece of meat.

Not only that.

Agatha's metal left arm was nowhere to be found; judging from the condition of the wound, it looked as if it had been twisted off while she was still alive, which was quite exaggerated.

Holding Plague Staff and wearing Guild Leader, Karlien stood ten meters away in the passageway.

Five holes of varying depths were found in his chest, seemingly pierced by fingers. Fortunately, they were stopped by the hardened tumor crystals inside, which almost damaged the core of the abscess.

He was not currently paying attention to the body.

Instead, he used his own eyes and the eyes of his staff to observe the surroundings from every angle, especially the passage behind him.

It's strange.

Even though the target had been crushed into mincemeat, Karlien wore an uneasy expression. It was the most unsettling he had felt since leaving the lighthouse, even more unsettling than when he encountered his ancestors, because he couldn't understand the situation before him; it was the first time he had ever encountered anything like it.

The only sound in the corridor on the first floor of the hotel was Agatha's breathing.

As the breathing slowed, the first floor of the hotel gradually became quiet.

I clearly saw nothing, and there was clearly no activity of any matter in the environment.

Click!

The shutter clicked, and a flash of light appeared before their eyes, intense and exciting.

The halo effect ends.

Agatha remained unchanged, her arm still broken, but the rotten flesh and corpse that she had pressed under her body had all disappeared.

She herself wasn't too surprised, as if something like this had happened before.

"Karlien! Do you see that?"

Agatha's question went unanswered; she turned her head sharply, her pupils widening.

The man who should have been completely crushed was standing behind Karlien, his head torn off, waving towards Agatha's location.

but,

Karlien, whose head had been twisted off, seemed to have anticipated this outcome.

He had planted a hellish incantation within his body beforehand, which was immediately activated when he was severely injured, causing his entire body to become unstable.

Both the head held in the man's hand and his body shone brightly.

Using the body as a catalyst,

Small-scale epidemic outbreak,

The powerful thrust generated caused the tumor crystals in his body to shoot outwards like fragmentation grenades.

The man closest to the explosion was instantly torn apart, his body further sliced into pieces by the flying crystals, which landed in the passageway and nearby guest rooms.

One of the crystals, symbolizing the core of the Karlien, shot to the farthest point, landing precisely at the hotel's counter area, where it came into contact with the owner's corpse.

The tumor-like crystals, representing Hell Object, rapidly absorbed the boss's corpse remains, multiplying at an astonishing rate. Numerous Crystal Cluster grew and constructed Karlien's main body.

The staff and robe that had landed in the passageway also flew over on their own.

However, this self-destruction and complete regeneration severely damaged his vitality, and many of the tumor crystals in his body had lost their usual luster.

Even before his body was fully formed, Karlien immediately constructed a mouth and provided important information.

"There were no photographers, no light sources... the flash seemed to be forced into our field of vision."

Agatha suggested, "Try closing your eyes?"

Karlien shook his head. "It won't work. Closing your eyes only covers the surface of your eyeballs with a biological structure. Since the Light Energy appear directly in our vision, whether you close your eyes or not is meaningless."

This is the only way to try it...

After saying that, Karlien put his hand under his eye socket, his intention was quite clear.

Agatha didn't hesitate at all.

Even the slightest hesitation in the face of the current situation could lead to death.

The two men simultaneously reached into the eye sockets, severing the sphere and all the nerves connecting it.

Agatha completed the task quite naturally; this level of pain was nothing to her, and she could find a way to reconstruct and regenerate her eyeballs using metal once the incident was over.

As the most regenerative tumor survivor, Karlien could naturally complete the task with ease.

However, due to his work at the lighthouse and the tutelage of the Lord Eye, he relied heavily on his visual perception. With the complete detachment of his optic nerve, he was plunged into a state of darkness from which he was very uncomfortable.

The two were completely deprived of their sight and had to perceive their surroundings in other ways.

All that's left to do is wait quietly, wait for the other side to die completely, and hope that the flash of light won't come.

at the same time,

The two slowly approached each other in the darkness, back to back.

Time passed second by second.

The flash of light has been delayed for much longer than the last time.

"Is that guy really dead this time?"

The moment Agatha posed her question,

Click!

The sound of camera shutters rang in their ears.

When you hear that voice again after being deprived of sight, a strong primal emotion spreads through your mind, and your inner Defense Line are gradually crumbling.

Following closely behind,

A flash of insight appeared directly in my mind.

It never seemed to be a visual issue, but something deeper. The instant the flash appeared, Karlien shouted only one word, "Run!"

He quickly regenerated his eyeballs, restoring his most relied-upon vision.

I'm currently at the front desk on the first floor, with the hotel entrance right in front of me.

He leaped over the counter, pushed open the door, and rushed into the rainy night.

Agatha did not run away; she put the metallic eyeball back into its socket and quickly regained her vision thanks to the internal metal connection.

As Hell Monk, as Iron Pillar Nun, representing the Grand Monastery's external power, she could never escape from sinners; she would rather die here than not die.

But when she regained her sight and looked around...

Although the man's mangled body had disappeared, the other party was not seen.

"Where did you go?"

Agatha took the opportunity to grow metallic lines from the wound on her left arm, regenerating the broken metal arm... Her body was special, and it would take a lot of energy to regenerate a high-purity metal arm, and the process was relatively slow.

Ding ding ding!

Suddenly, the welcoming bell rang.

The hotel door was pushed open inwards.

A pink soft leather shoe stepped in.

A refined-looking man with lipstick on and glasses walked into the hotel and looked at Agatha behind the counter with a smile.

"It's raining so hard outside, could you give me a warm room?"

These seemingly ordinary words completely broke Agatha's defenses. Intense fear was taking over her mind, rendering her unable to respond, and she even forgot about swinging the Iron Rod.

Following closely behind,

The man rummaged through his tight trouser pockets and pulled out a grayish-brown nubble silver coin, which he then placed on the table.

Perhaps due to excessive force, the nodule was crushed to pieces.

"Oh, I'm so sorry~ I broke something. Can I pay on credit and pay tomorrow?"

Looking at the shattered tumor crystals, a surge of anger temporarily overcame her fear, and Agatha suddenly swung her right arm, smashing the Iron Rod down.

But...

Click!

Because of the pause caused by fear, the man had taken the camera off his neck and took a picture of her from the front.

The person and the photo are synchronized and completely still.

"I've wasted too much time on you, and the metal on you now really doesn't interest me at all, making your once soft and delicate skin hard. It's disappointing... It's time to go find my real target."

"Wu Wen should be here, right? She went to all that trouble to lure me here, thinking it was some kind of trap, but it turns out it's just a bunch of trash lying in wait."

The man, wearing pink leather shoes, came inside the counter and stood behind Agatha.

Roll up his sleeves, lower his clothes, and prepare for his unique execution, a kind of execution that satisfies his fetishes.

Just as they were about to take action,

Tread!

Tread!

Tread!

Heavy footsteps came from the stairwell.

The loud noise felt like a footstep on the man's heart, forcing him to stop what he was doing, put the photo away, and glance at the stairs beside him.

A pair of enormous size 45 leather shoes came into view.

at the same time,

The man smelled a scent that didn't belong here.

"Huh? Why did a colleague come with me?"