As Walker stared at the contents of the box, his corpse-cold expression began to turn feverish.
He reached both hands inside, then carefully lifted out what lay within.
Fang Cheng saw clearly that Walker had lifted half of a left arm from the box.
From the fingers to the elbow, it was smooth as jade, flawless as a work of art. There wasn't even the slightest wrinkle on its skin.
Its middle finger was missing, but that didn't detract from its appearance. If anything, it gave the arm the incomplete beauty of the Venus de Milo.
The instant he saw the half-arm, a powerful longing surged through Fang Cheng.
A longing to claim it for himself.
It was exactly the same as when he'd seen Mother's Middle Finger last time.
"So this is..."
"Mother's Body."
Izanae's excited voice rang in Fang Cheng's mind. "You have to get it."
Fang Cheng suppressed the longing in his heart. The middle finger was missing from the half-arm, so it should pair with the middle finger he already had.
To his relief, Walker didn't attach Mother's Left Arm to his own body.
This thing had a mysterious origin, and it was also a powerful cheat.
If Walker used Mother's Left Arm, Fang Cheng's Golden Finger might not be able to beat his golden left arm.
At the altar, Walker lifted the half-arm above his head in a posture that was almost reverent.
All the tentacles in the starry sky began to close in. The eyes covering them stared fixedly at the half-arm in Walker's hands.
The chill of malice filling the cavern grew stronger and stronger. It was already affecting everyone present. Even the superpowered individuals, not just the ordinary cultists, began killing themselves.
Fang Cheng didn't take the opportunity to loot the bodies.