Sichuan Opera-Style Face-Changing

Under the dim yellow lights of the bloody laboratory.

A deformed, terrifying humanoid creature slowly walked out and entered Alvin's sight.

It had to be said that even though Alvin was accustomed to seeing "xenos," this creature still gave him quite a scare. His pupils involuntarily contracted slightly as he drew in a soft breath.

"Sorry. It seems my appearance frightened you." Verillion's voice was deep yet full of magnetism. If one ignored his horrifying appearance and listened only to his voice, they might mistake him for a kind-faced elder.

Alvin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

How should he describe him?

Verillion's degree of modification had completely surpassed conventional standards. Even using Corillion, the Blood Performer, as the standard, this older "Blood Performer," who was clearly more mature and had lived for who knew how many years, leaned far more toward the "monster" of human understanding!

Both of his arms had been completely replaced by devices resembling eel mouthparts, seemingly made of metal yet also biological, while the main trunk of his body was draped in a black robe inlaid with gold thread.

But none of that was the main point.

Verillion had no legs. Rather, twelve metal limbs resembling those of an arthropod clung to his spine in their place. Everything below his waist had been replaced by a long metal tail like that of a mollusk. He looked like a composite of different creatures and metal, a form of madness taken to the extreme.

Solely in terms of disgust,

Verillion could definitely rank second among all the monsters and freaks Alvin had seen so far!

What?

You asked who was first?

Did you even need to ask? Of course it was that damn Nurgle Cultist, the damned Earl Fernando of Nomad Port! He was so disgusting