Bologue stood still like a sculpture, thunder resounding in his mind, as if a giant was roaring at him, confessing that na.
Regent King.
York was unaware of what the na Regent King represented, but Bologue was different; he knew all too well—the leader of the Pure-blood Night Race escaping the Dawn Oath, the head of the Rebellious Royal Court, attempting to rebuild the Eternal Night Empire.
Since the Decline Plague event, a series of Night Race incidents within the Rhine Alliance had all been started by him, and he was also the greatest enemy disrupting the Material Realm’s order recently.
"So, several months ago, the Regent King appeared here?"
Bologue seed to be asking a question, but also talking to himself; York nodded, realizing from Bologue’s reaction the terror of the Regent King.
York had seen enough things that night; Tino originally put him under imnse pressure, nearly killing him, but with Bologue’s arrival, Tino and others were crushed like ants, hardly imaginable what kind of power Bologue possessed. Yet now, such a powerful Bologue would show such an expression upon hearing of the Regent King...
Before Bologue could ponder further, a strong sense of crisis erupted from his heart. Looking down, he saw a twisted black umbilical cord had taken full shape, extending toward the church’s exterior.
Is it the Regent King or sothing else?
The nauseating stench filled Bologue’s nose, a sll he had encountered before, directly conjuring images of the writhing, twisted flesh in his mind.
Bologue turned, bursting out of the church. The sky had barely lightened; he leapt, landing directly on the rooftop, overlooking the entire town, easily spotting the source of that malign force.
"Scarlet Sect..."
Gazing at the completely fleshified hotel, Bologue’s heart sank; after his promotion to team leader, much secretive knowledge beca accessible to him, including matters concerning Extraordinary Disasters.
Bologue quickly recognized the Blood and Flesh Plague enveloping the hotel, knowing well it couldn’t be allowed to continue unchecked.
But why now?
Because he had just slaughtered Tino? Or was it the arrival of the Crimson Queen?
Bologue had no ti to deliberate, instructing, "Keep an eye on him, Aimou."
Aimou hesitated for a mont but complied with Bologue’s command. Bologue’s figure began to blur; with the next mont, the overlapping figures separated. Aimou leapt off the rooftop, hurriedly entering the church again, restraining York, perhaps the only surviving witness this ti.
Bologue dashed toward the burgeoning flesh creation; he believed his sudden appearance disrupted so plans of the Scarlet Sect, forcing them to accelerate them.
Anyone else would struggle to handle this crisis, but fortunately, Bologue was on the scene—he was an expert at dealing with troubleso matters.
In the blink of an eye, the fully animated hotel extended tentacles toward the surrounding streets and residences, attempting to convert them into flesh creations as well.
Many sleepy people abruptly awoke, and as they opened their eyes, they were greeted only by vast swathes of bloody flesh; screams arose in waves, but as the flesh completely enveloped them, those sounds instantly ceased.
The whole scene grew increasingly chaotic; flesh creations rampantly proliferated on the ground, spreading down the streets like a carpet of fungi, transforming the surrounding inorganic matter into organic matter, iron streetlight poles, and signs instantly overrun, tal morphing into at, with turning eyeballs hanging in the gaps.
So individuals wrested free from the flesh’s grip, laboriously escaping the tumor-like houses, fleeing in terror, but unquestionably, these insane fleshes were faster and stronger than anyone.
They rampaged through the old town’s streets, turning everything along the way into a sea of flesh, waves surging, engulfing the silhouettes running on the streets.
A terrifying aura perated the air, the horrific spectacle intertwined like the end of the world, everything turned into a mass of bloody chaos.
But as the flesh attempted further expansion, a surge of Ether reaction rose mightily.
Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid transford into Silver Hands that extended into the ground like stilts, elevating Bologue high above, his eyes swirling with a cerulean storm, Ether’s radiance pulsing rapidly on the Alchemy Matrix of his body.
Following the teachings in the materials, the first step in curbing the Blood and Flesh Plague is to create an isolation zone.
Bologue raised his hand and slamd down mightily, as if about to crush the earth with one palm.
At first, nothing happened, but seconds later, the twisted material’s power sluggishly arrived.
Suddenly, the earth began to tremor slightly, cracking open; initially, only a few strands of fissure appeared, then the whole ground seed cleaved open by giant axes, the cracks spreading throughout the area from several spots.
Thunderous rumbles, akin to thunder smiting the earth, buildings began to tilt and fracture with the earthquake, so more unfortunate ones collapsing entirely, broken tiles and concrete debris scattering everywhere.
Fleshified buildings and materials were also drawn into the collapse; the air filled with dust and thermals, and suddenly, an eerie, terrifying howl echoed from those buildings shattered by the earthquake, making hearts leap.
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