Looking at Yidir again, the Regent King sowhat understood Yidir’s identity as a Calamity Servant. "Have you used your own flesh as a vessel to concoct the Blood and Flesh Plague?"
Yidir, panting heavily, did not answer. For soone like him who feared death, even self-mutilation was an act laden with imnse psychological pressure.
Handing the bloody tumor to the Regent King, Yidir understood that while the other side claid it was cooperation, it was actually unilateral coercion. Both he and Hamr wanted to survive, and could only heed the other’s commands unquestioningly.
"Crush it, and the plague will spread," Yidir continued, "But judging from the current situation, it will corrupt at most a few buildings before being discovered by the Order Bureau."
"That’s enough," the Regent King took the tumor, "I just don’t want the Order Bureau to return empty-handed, knowing how troubleso these guys really are."
With a swift motion, he crushed the tumor, and the shattered flesh and flowing blood trickled onto the ground, resembling an ordinary pool of blood that lay quietly on the floor.
Suddenly, the pool of blood began to boil, accompanied by waves of eerie aura spreading outward. The blood started to proliferate on its own, quickly spreading in all directions, and anything that ca into contact began to mutate.
The floor first started to twist and deform, with so alien substances oozing out, like toxins slowly expanding outside the body, forming extrely bizarre patterns and shapes, eventually evolving into muscle-like textures, which slowly wriggled.
The blood spread to the door fra, rapidly climbing, exuding a scent of flesh and blood. Surface cells were frantically dividing, eager to create more new life forms, while at the sa ti, muscle tissues similar to blood and flesh quickly grew, forming so creepy biological shapes that draped over the door fra.
"Interesting indeed."
The Regent King watched the spread of the plague with keen interest. This was the first ti he had witnessed the birth of an Extraordinary Disaster firsthand.
The blood and flesh tissue grew on the tal, gradually imbuing it with a scarlet hue, which deepened over ti, as if it truly beca a new organic substance, a strange odor filling the entire space.
However, this blood and flesh tissue did not stop at the tal; it further spread to nearby inanimate objects, including furnishings and clothes. It crept into the corridor, invaded others’ bedrooms, and after a brief silence, waves of screaming erupted, only for everything to quickly fall quiet again.
"What about the others!" Yidir said nervously, aware that other followers were in other rooms.
The Regent King raised his hand, halting Yidir’s words. He said, "We need the Order Bureau to destroy sothing."
Yidir took a deep breath and ultimately chose silence, as did Hamr.
In their original plan, they intended to secretly control this town, then engulf it with the Blood and Flesh Plague, transforming it into the Eternal Rotting Land. Using this vast amount of flesh and blood, they would advance along the Gray Stone Rift, and in turn, awaken the Beast of the Herd, this world’s calamity.
Plans couldn’t keep up with changes, and they also underestimated the complexity of it all.
"Alright, it’s ti for us to leave."
The Regent King called the two of them, the room they were in now completely transford into flesh. The sturdy walls had beco crimson stomach linings, secreting viscous fluid.
Everything inside the inn was twisting and mutating, transforming into a blinding scarlet color, exuding a bizarre aura. The windows turned into enormous mouths, covered in green fluid. Whenever soone approached, the mouths would open wide, chew them up, and swallow them whole. The corridor beca a soft intestine, like a biological network connecting all the rooms in the inn. Every step taken soaked one into the warm, sticky flesh.
All the doors were tightly closed, yet hisses and crackles could be heard from within. The room’s items were also consud and mutated. Chairs and beds turned into grotesque limbs, sprouting sharp teeth, becoming terrifying traps. Paintings and mirrors on the walls beca distorted and ugly, reflecting endless resentnt and darkness.
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