CHAPTER 135: | THE ART OF FLESH GRAFTING
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~ ? ~ The Fallen Empire of Atlantis — Endless Mountains of the Sacred Expanse — Northern Part of the Atlantis ~ ? ~
In the north where Lumicor along with Ishtar were deployed at, Lumicor gazed at the endless mountains all around him as he pointed his hand at the highest mountain peak.
Then in the next instance one of the sword hovering behind his back like a constellation vanished in a blur, leaving only a trail of light in it's way as it reappeared with a shadow lodged deep at the mountain peak.
He sighed then took a glance at Ishtar who was sitting in his hands like a princess, amazed at his display of power. Lumicor smirked at this sight then muttered coldly at the onlookers that he had picked their pressence for quite a while ago.
"These mongrels just don't get it... get out!"
His shouts sent all of the constellations hovering behind him vanishing in a heartbeat. The swords flew at an incredible speeds that even those waiting in the shadows didn't notice until it was very late.
Lumicor flicked his unoccupied hand and the swords revealed themselves with thousands of figures skewered in them.
He was dissapointed that the minions that the seven oddly powerful figures still hiding in the shadows sent were extremely weak, while Lumicor could praise their strength to be better than a mere poultry that he could easily slaughter if he so wished to.
But he knows that this mission wasn't for him to gain greater power since he deemed it to be nothing of importance, because what was more important was for this little girl to reach the rank of an emperor. Only then would he know what Alister von Fai meant when he repeatedly called Ishtar the judge of truth.
But after seeing this display of impudence, that even the term of pathetic doesn't suit these mongrels still hiding in the dark thinking that they were the manipulators behind the scene, he couldn't help but sneer with disdain. But before he could unleash his judgment, Ishtar touched her cheeks with her small hands as she pointed at seven directions deep inside the forest, then into the sky and at the mountain peaks as she muttered softly.
"Mister if you're looking for those seven disgusting pieces of dirt then send a hundred swords in the directions that I pointed. My vision entails me that they're hidden in those spots."
Lumicor nodded then infused his eyes with a thousand unit of mana as he peered through the veil of lies and delusions where illusions took ahold.
He was amazed at Ishtar's insights to know where the opponents are hiding while knowing how much firepower to send in their directions, were something that he couldn't grasp. Since when could the once mannerless kid be able to do something this amazing?
But Lumicor soon stopped his tracks as he felt the stare of Ishtar's piercing through his skin. He smiled softly then sent exactly a hundred swords on the overseers way.
The seven overseers, seeing the hundreds of swords flying towards their way, were alarmed. They were quite shocked that the illusion formation that their third sister put,that very formation that all of them feared soo much, were easily discovered by none other than a child still wet behind her ears.
The six siblings all sighed then glanced at their third sister deploying another set of formation to enhance her strength and speed as she rushed towards the man who's appearance was the most handsome that they've seen, with her claws taking the form of that the maw of a sea dragon.
The siblings were expectant at their third sister’s valiant dash since all of them knows of her fist techniques, and this one was capable of unleashing a deadly force equivalent to a three hundred thousand zen.
But their face turned into horror as all they've seen was a streak of radiance, then their sister was missing her head, still rushing at the man, then her body collapsed in the ground as her head crashed into the ground as it then rolled grotesquely. As the man merely pointed his finger at all of them, then in the next moment all of them went still, then light flashed and another head flew in the horizon before falling into the ground and roll creepily as one of them went limp then collapsed in an eerie manner.
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The remaining five gulped hard with fear that they've messed up with the wrong person. Their ten thousand subordinates were slaughteres in an instant, their third sister and another of them were killed in less than a second, and now all of them were pulled by an unknown force with a single gesture from this fearsome fellow who's strength they've never truly gauged.
Their face were pale as pain drilled their hands and feet, binding them together. All of them know not to look down to see what it was, the least they angered this godlike being.
Lumicor, knowing their expressions too well, since he too experienced them when he faced against an insurmountable foe like Alister von Fai, was amused, since ironically he witnessed it not him making these face but instead his opponents were.
While he knows this expressions too well since he saw it countless of times, still he wasn't used to it being directed at him right now when he had suffered this same humiliation.
He sighed with anger visible in his eyes. He wanted to end these pathetic mongrels right this instance, to remove these faces filled with these disgusting emotions right this moment.
But he held back since he knows that these things werent for him but for Ishtar. He sighed then squeezed his eyes shut as he bent down and gently put Ishtar on the ground as he coldly muttered.
"Get rid of these pitiable mongrels within my sight."
Ishtar smiled then pointed at Lumicor face with amusement as she muttered playfully.
"Oh it seems mister is still trapped within the nightmare of that time? But dont worry mister since this lovely Ishtar will get rid of these filth from you!"
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~ ? ~ The Fallen Empire of Atlantis — Endless Ancient Sea-Forest — In the heart of the forest near the ancestral residence of the Fallen Seashore Clan ~ ? ~
I had half a mind to explore the heart of the forest further, hoping some miraculous herb might enhance the potency of my mana. But with Samantha completely drained from her rapid surge in levels and tiers, now fast asleep in the cloud-like bed I’d crafted from the finest abyssal sand, I decided against it.
With a sigh, I wandered around the ancestral residence of the Seashore Clan in search of a space large enough for my experiments. After nearly an hour of rummaging through half-collapsed halls and moss-bitten chambers, it became clear that nothing here was bigger than that strange pagoda of worship… or whatever the hell it was supposed to be.
Annoyed at having wasted my time, I headed toward the pagoda while glancing through my inventory.
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[Golden Maiden Scripture]…
[Fallen Crown of Supremacy]…
x12 [Carcasses]…
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I studied the surroundings, located the throne, and crossed the distance in a single, soundless stride using Void Steps. Settling down comfortably, I pulled six of the carcasses into the open. One belonged to Cecilia. Two were krakens, stacked against each other like grotesque offerings. Beside them lay a lesser leviathan, a sea dragon, and finally the female humanoid whose abilities remained unidentified.
I smiled faintly, eyeing the eleven halves of the remaining bodies, the dragon being the only one still whole. Rising from the throne, I stretched, already mentally bracing myself for the work ahead. This would take months, possibly the rest of the year.
With another sigh, I coagulated a scalpel into existence, its edge deceptively thin and far sharper than appearance alone could suggest. Tradition said 'ladies first,' so I approached the female humanoid.
I began with her arms, they were the simplest to dissect. Moving with practiced caution, I parted her milky-white skin, gliding through the biceps, then the triceps, then deeper. I peeled the skin cleanly, setting it aside, it would certainly be useful for my own body later. One by one, I severed the major muscles, exposing bone and fiber in a neat progression.
It took a full day to finish the first arm. Three more for both hands. Then came her lower half, which devoured an entire week, far more complex, with too many structures demanding care. Certain parts were unusable anyway. Her folds? No thanks. I wasn’t about to graft some random dead woman’s used pussy onto myself. Same story for the anus, so I ignored them.
Her torso offered little to no flesh left to salvage. The abdomen was ruined beyond anything recognizably functional, a crushed mess thanks to the arrow’s impact. I had hoped to recover her heart, but that hope died with her. Still, the upper sections rewarded me, her face, eyes, tongue, almost everything the skull had once protected.
After storing the recoverable pieces, I let my shoulders loosen. My gaze drifted from my half-finished flesh construct to the salvaged parts of Cecilia. I didn’t flinch, nstead, I found myself recalling the moment Samantha visited me during an earlier dissection. She vomited on my face before cursing me out with a string of insults so colorful it could’ve painted the damn temple in rainbows. Thought it was unpleasant to hear but the memory still made me smile.
Satisfied, I stored the construct and Cecilia’s components before facing the remaining carcasses. My scalpel elongated into a sword as I pointed it toward the kraken.
“You’re next.”
