Chaos Contamination and Loss of Control
At noon, the sky was darkening.
In front of the Blackthorn Security Company's gate, sprawling black threads filled the entire space, cold and silent. The dense black threads chased after the figure at the center, the bone-chilling cold slowing the figure's movements and making him mentally exhausted.
Flames occasionally rose around the figure, allowing it to "jump" to the other side in this way, often rendering the carefully Weaving net of black threads useless. However, when it tried to escape the threads, the threads would immediately accelerate, forcing it back to the center.
The situation was somewhat deadlocked.
Dunn Smith watched the situation unfold, clutching the urn tightly in his hand, exposing the glittering Black Star Gravel within to the air. Because the urn had been kept open, a thin layer of frost had settled on his eyebrows and temples.
His expression grew increasingly serious, for as time passed, the Monster's body was slowly recovering. Exposed Flesh was covered by skin, and the woman's face on its abdomen moved upward, replacing Luther's original face.
Her Ritual is about to be completed!
She's going to become a real Shepherd!
Dunn, Klein, and Leonard, who were present, all realized the truth at the same time.
Ms. M slowly opened her eyes. The image of a man's body topped with a woman's face was extremely strange, but she looked quite happy. Bright red Flesh gushed out from her body, enveloping her and transforming into a mysterious, bright red robe.
A pitch-black shadow formed beneath her feet, swaying as if it were unreal, almost surreal.
The black threads that had been entangled suddenly recoiled under the shadow, as if frightened by something terrifying, and retreated rapidly.
Saint Selena's Ashes have expired!
"What's going on?!"
Leonard exclaimed in surprise, and Klein was also speechless with shock. He clutched the [Sun Flame] talisman in his pocket, unsure when to use it.
Seeing the panic of the three Nighthawks, Ms. M smiled even more brightly and opened her palms.
"Sizzle!"
Crimson flames instantly appeared in her palm, and the illusory shadow beneath her feet swayed slightly. The flames rapidly grew, transforming into countless Fire Crow that swarmed towards them like a tidal wave.
"Boom!"
The flames were incredibly intense and their sheer number was astonishing, almost completely covering the area, leaving the three Nighthawks with no way to escape!
The explosion echoed through the street, the air Distortion by the intense heat. As the smoke cleared, she saw that most of the front of Blackthorn Security Company had been destroyed, the floor melted, the steps broken... Only one area remained intact. Dunn held the urn in front of him, the black threads gathering together, the spreading chill warding off the flames.
Powerful, terrifying!
The three of them were filled with shock.
This is not the scale that an ordinary Pyromaniac could set off!
What exactly happened to her?
Ms. M looked at her masterpiece, unable to suppress the smile on her face. This was just a routine experiment after she gained access to the body; she hadn't even gone all out yet.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Feeling the powerful energy within her body, even though she was very good at hiding her emotions, she finally couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh. Hope and power had fallen into her hands at this moment!
She laughed so hard her hips trembled, as if nothing could stop her, until a "thud".
A sound came from below. Ms. M looked down and saw a piece of flesh lying on the ground.
The illusory shadow, beyond her control, spread over and Greed devoured the piece of flesh.
The color of this piece of pork skin seems somewhat familiar.
Ms. M Consciousness touched her face, as if she felt a wet, slippery, and difficult sensation somewhere. Looking down at her fingers, she saw that they were covered in blood.
"Ha."
Her eyes widened suddenly, and her laughter stopped abruptly.
On the illusory beach, Luther struggled and resisted. But it was clear that one person's strength was no match for the attack of six.
He was quickly subdued, entangled by these filthy, disgusting, and bloated bodies, and fell into the sea, gradually sinking.
The six bodies, like heavy anchors, dragged him down to the deepest part of the sea.
Ms. M watched with a smile as Luther sank into the illusory, viscous, dark seawater until he disappeared completely.
Looking around, on this vast and boundless Sea, only her solitary figure remained.
"Finally, it belongs to me..."
She closed her eyes, spread her arms, and felt the entire chaotic body of water.
The sound of the Tide was so peaceful and melodious, echoing in her mind, reverberating...
Wrong.
It wasn't the sound of the Tide.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...:
Ms. M suddenly noticed something was wrong.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...:
As Luther's figure sank into the depths of the sea, this area gradually became unfamiliar.
Completely unfamiliar!
Ocean?
Water?
Seawater, the sound of the tide, white mist...
That wasn't seawater! It was countless chaotic, indescribable, foul-smelling liquids, viscous, heavy, and pitch black, mixed with unbearable spiritual imprints, as if countless living beings, after death over billions of years, were unable to find peace, eternally entangled together, forever in extreme suffering!
That wasn't the sound of the tide! It was the piercing screams of countless creatures in a desperate purgatory, pleading for a moment's release; it was the sound of skin being peeled off...
Tearing Flesh, severing bones, and frantically rubbing nerves against coarse sand and gravel—these are the extreme reactions that occur in the Mental World!
That wasn't white mist! It was the aftershocks of the sea, an active barrier created to protect its original owner! As the original owner's Consciousness sank into the sea, the white mist dissipated. Ms. M stared in horror, unable to look away. She saw a phantom, imposing silhouette peering at her from the other side of the sky above the white mist.
"Aaaaaaah!"
Ms. M screamed, as if a soul-crushing cry had erupted from the depths of her being.
"Bang!"
An explosion rang out, and on the sea surface, her beautiful and exquisite body rapidly expanded, exploding into a cloud of Blood Fog.
The blood rushed into the sea, where it was quickly diluted and eventually disappeared.
After briefly possessing a portion of this endless Sea, Ms. M suffered a mental breakdown.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
In front of the Blackthorn Security Company's gate, the three Nighthawks were in dire straits. Ms. M's simple action had an astonishing effect. Some incomprehensible power made her extremely strong, instantly filling the three Nighthawks with despair.
However, something unexpected happened soon afterward.
Ms. M only unleashed her divine power briefly before letting out a piercing scream. Her body disintegrated amidst the screams, turning into a horrible mass... barely resembling a human body. Her face was forced open, and Luther's face emerged from within, followed by even more faces... the faces of those who had offered their bodies!
"Has the Potion gone out of control? Or is Luther rebelling?"
Klein's eyes lit up.
In either case, they have hope!