The Golden Flames Ignite

But having served the old the Earl his entire life, his heart still belonged to his master. Seeing the old the Earl publicly break ties with the Heretic leader, the old butler trembled with fear, anxiously reaching out to grab the old the Earl's velvet sleeve and pleading, "..."

Master, please don't do this! You'll die!

The old the Earl glanced disgustedly at the group of gray-robed Heretics around him, then spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the bluestone ground, his neck stiff as he cursed angrily:

"Pah! While I wasn't looking, that bastard put this kind of despicable Contamination potion in my healing medicine! Did he really think I was a coward, someone you dogs could easily bully?!"

Seeing that the old the Earl had completely abandoned all pretense, the leading black-robed heretic opposite Heretic revealed a ferocious and ruthless killing intent in his eyes. He stared intently at the old the Earl and said through gritted teeth in a cold voice:

"I can't believe you actually dared to betray me! Since you're so eager to die, don't blame me!"

As he spoke, the leader of the Heretics suddenly squeezed his five fingers together, crushing and detonating something hidden in his palm.

With a muffled, eerie buzzing sound, the moment the object exploded, all the Contamination guards and servants of the Earl's Mansion in the Herb Repository hall, including the old butler who was holding the old the Earl's sleeve, seemed to have been subjected to some kind of violent stimulation. They all clutched their throats and let out shrill, ear-piercing screams. In an instant, extremely terrifying malignant changes occurred on the surface of their bodies!

The sickening sounds of bones shattering and flesh tearing echoed throughout the hall. Sharp, white bone spurs tore through clothing and flesh, piercing wildly out of their bodies. Large, writhing, dark red lumps of flesh swelled and piled up on their necks, shoulders, and chests.

In just a few breaths, these servants completely abandoned their Human Form, transforming into distorted monsters dripping with slime and devoid of reason. They roared and, with bloodshot eyes, began to launch indiscriminate attacks on all living things around them!

Meanwhile, on the old the Earl's side, the old the Earl beside him also had white bone spurs protruding from his back and shoulders, the severe deformity causing his face to contort in pain.

The old the Earl looked down at the old butler beside him, whose expression showed extreme pain due to the violent change in his body. His eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly he raised his large, calloused hand and grabbed the butler's neck tightly.

The old butler's throat creaked as a large hand gripped his throat. Although a hint of instinctive fear flashed in his bloodshot, cloudy eyes, when he saw the look in his master's eyes, his limbs, which were twitching and deforming, abruptly stopped moving, without the slightest struggle or resistance.

The old the Earl lowered his head, quietly looking at the old butler in his hands, his chest rising and falling slightly. He sighed softly and said in a hoarse, low voice:

"Oh, you've suffered because of me."

The old butler, his face covered in pain and sweat, twitched his lips slightly and nodded with great difficulty to the old the Earl. The moment he nodded, the old the Earl's rough fingers tightened suddenly, and with a crisp cracking sound, the old the Earl snapped the old butler's neck and killed him!

At the same moment the old butler's neck was snapped, the old the Earl's exposed hands and face began to wither and degenerate rapidly at a visible speed, peeling off in patches like dead tree bark. A strange fluctuation, almost at the level of the soul, suddenly emanated from the depths of his body, causing visible ripples to appear in the surrounding air.

After large patches of the outer skin peeled away, the old the Earl's robust body was covered with a dense mass of golden, downy hair-like substances.

No, when Lu Yuan and Karin, who were closer, looked closely, their scalps tingled. Those weren't hairs at all, but tiny golden worms, the size of rice grains, frantically crawling and burrowing through the Flesh!

The next moment, before anyone could recover from the horrifying sight of the golden insects covering his body, a strange, raging fire suddenly erupted from the old the Earl's massive body. His flesh Flesh sizzled and burned violently under the flames, and two terrifying, dark, Contamination flames instantly lit up in his aged eyes.

The old butler's corpse, which he was holding in mid-air with one hand, also burned away at an extremely strange speed the moment it came into contact with the raging fire, starting from the neck. The entire Flesh, along with the newly grown white bone spurs, turned into a pool of densely packed, wriggling golden worms in the blink of an eye!

The golden worms that had been burned out of the old butler's corpse did not scatter on the ground, but instead quickly climbed up the old the Earl's thick arm, flowing back to the old the Earl's body like a stream flowing backward.

The moment the massive number of golden insects flowed into his body, the flames rising from the old the Earl's body suddenly surged several feet higher, and the fire instantly became even larger and more ferocious!

The old the Earl, now bathed in raging flames, had his once magnificent velvet robe reduced to ashes. His facial features, including his mouth, nose, and ears, had been completely obliterated by the flames and golden insects. His face, now covered in dark golden fire, was as smooth as a red-hot iron, with only a pair of eyes burning with intense Flames remaining.

He slowly turned his face, a maskless, fiery mask, and his two burning eyes locked onto the terrified, retreating leader of the Heretics. Though his face was now devoid of a mouth, a deep, cold voice, laced with the crackling of flames and the trembling of the soul, emanated directly from within his body:

"Now, it's time to settle our scores."

A scorching, distorted wave of air swept out from the old the Earl Gustav's body, which was covered with golden insects and dark gold flames, baking the originally cold and damp air in the Herb Repository hall into a scalding hot mess.

The eyelids of Heretic Fourth Order heretic in black robes standing beside the pile of wooden crates twitched violently.

He subtly took a half-step back, his left hand behind his back making a gesture towards the rear cabin, while his mouth remained fixed on Gustav, sneering and praising him:

"I never expected the Earl to have such methods. He even dared to make a contract for Pathway that would burn him alive to ashes. What audacity!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan, who was standing at the door, fell silent. It seemed that the Pathway Gustav had taken must be extremely powerful; otherwise, the Gray-White Text prompt that had just appeared in his field of vision would not have looked like that.