Crazy (Previous Chapter Revised)

Under the invisible Scourging and the baptism of bullets, Luther's body collapsed, turning into a blurry, shattered mass of flesh and Flesh that spilled onto the ground.

Katie and the bearded man were delighted to see that their attack had worked, but Harras sensed something was amiss.

How could Shepherd be killed so easily?

Sure enough, to their astonishment, the Flesh began to writhe, merging with the crimson blood on the ground. The thick blood began to gather and mix, once again transforming into a magnificent Blood River!

"Whoosh!" A wave of blood surged into the sky, rushing through the hall and sweeping everything away. In the vortex, countless faces of people crying in agony rose and fell, only to be quickly submerged by the waves. These were the people who had just turned into roses.

Harras was horrified to discover that his Prohibition on "Flesh and Blood Magic" had failed!

Because the opponent not only manipulated a Blood River with magic, but also directly merged himself into it!

This is not Flesh and Blood Magic; the river is itself!

"Run!"

As the thick, crimson tide of blood surged toward them, blotting out the sky, all three let out a desperate cry. Without hesitation, they turned and fled.

However, how could a runner possibly outrun a raging and terrifying flood?

The bearded man, having discarded his Steam rifle, only ran a few steps before being overtaken by the Blood River and swallowed up by the surging red.

Next came Katie, wearing a thin shirt and with scars on her face. Her body bobbed in the river, screaming, futilely whipping her long whip.

Several blood-red figures rose from the river, grabbing her limbs and forcibly submerging her body.

Finally, the blood-red river caught up with Harras, and a huge wave crashed down, completely engulfing his figure.

"Boom!"

A moment later, Harras struggled out of the Blood River. Countless arms reached out from the blood, pulling at him. He raised his arm, which was gloved with black iron, and in a burst of light, a transparent wall formed, separating him from the river.

"Whoosh!"

The river paused for a moment, then immediately continued its flow along both sides.

"Isolate! Isolate! Isolate!"

Harras screamed hysterically, his wig falling off and his body swaying precariously from overusing the Beyonder Item. But his power worked, creating several invisible walls that slowed the river!

Seeing a chance to survive, Harras turned and ran wildly toward the gate. His skin was covered in blisters, a sign that he was on the verge of losing control.

We're about to escape!

With the gate in sight, Harras, physically exhausted and mentally strained, looked out at the night sky, his heart filled with the joy of surviving. The wall could hold for another ten seconds, enough for him to shake off his pursuers and disappear into the darkness!

A fleeting thought of joy crossed his mind, and Harras had already rushed out of the villa, his feet landing on the solid ground outside. It was already late at night, and it was pitch black outside. The sudden transition from the brightly lit hall to the dark outdoors inevitably caused a moment of darkness in his vision.

However, in that brief moment, a figure took advantage of his Deprivation vision and extremely poor condition to silently rush up. The gleaming dagger gathered great power and, meeting his momentum as he fled, thrust it with all its might towards his vital points!

"Puff!"

Harras felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by a chill, as cold as the deep Evernight of the night.

With his vision gradually returning, he looked down and saw that his heart had been pierced by a dagger. The Assassin holding the dagger was a stunningly beautiful girl with black hair and blue eyes. After the girl's assassination hit, she didn't hesitate to sheathe her knife and retreat, quickly creating distance until she disappeared into the shadows of the Garden.

"You actually..."

Harras stared incredulously, clutching his chest.

Blood gushed from the gaps in the Black Iron Glove. He struggled to raise his arm, about to make another announcement, when a rushing sound of water came from behind him. He turned around abruptly, and everything in his vision was swallowed by red.

"Whoosh!"

Blood gushed from the doors and windows. The river carried countless young girls. Just as they were about to scream, in the blink of an eye...

It was then gently placed on the ground outside the villa by the river.

After they were placed in the river, the blood-red water quickly receded and flowed back into the hall.

"You are free now, go home."

A voice rang out from the darkness and shadows, addressing them.

The girls hesitated before getting up, and a few of the bolder ones took the lead and ran out into the street, quickly leading the other girls to flee in groups.

A crowd had already gathered on the street. They were astonished by the commotion and the sight of so many girls running away.

The area outside the villa gradually became lively.

A hooded girl emerged from the shadows, jerking her head upwards to gaze into the hall, which was filled with an eerie and Degeneration atmosphere.

And that eerie feeling was expanding rapidly; anyone with a bit of intuition would sense that something was wrong!

The girl ran quickly into the hall.

The hall was completely Destruction, with rubble scattered everywhere and expensive furniture in ruins. The only strange thing was that the floor was clean, without a trace of blood.

"Aaaaaah! Spare me! Help!"

The villa's owner Capim, was screaming in agony, surrounded by a surging Blood River, on which floated a group of girls with faces full of hatred.

Their eyes were filled with venom, and they opened their mouths, tearing at his flesh Flesh until they devoured him completely.

After Capim died, the girls wore gleeful smiles as their bodies dissolved into blood, and transparent Spirit Body floated up and quickly dissipated.

"Whoosh-"

The Blood River also contracted, gathered, and eventually transformed back into human form.

Luther reappeared where he stood; his straitjacket had been destroyed, and he was now wearing a blood-red robe—made of Flesh, a garment in the style of Shepherd.

His handsome face was etched with pain and confusion, and his eyes remained bloodshot.

"Elder brother!"

The black-haired girl ran over and called out to him.

The crimson in Luther's eyes faded slightly, and he instinctively looked at his sister and took a step toward her.

"Clatter."

His head fell to the ground.

Then, his body shattered, like a poorly pieced-together doll, scattering all over the ground.

"Knock knock!"

All the chunks of flesh twitched, as if screaming in intense pain. Luther's face showed extreme madness, and he muttered under his breath, unable to control himself.

"Hang in there, brother..."

The girl rushed into the pile of Flesh, gently picked up Luther's head, and pieced his body back together piece by piece.

"L..."

The blood burned her fair and delicate skin, but she paid no attention to it, focusing only on her work until she had pieced Luther's body back together. Then she carried him out of the villa.

"Brush!"

Just as they stepped out of the hall, a phantom door suddenly tore open in the sky above the villa.

Someone has arrived.