Chapter 275 Chapter 273 The Unescapable Past (Part 1)
Grayish-yellow flames surged from the split wound, illuminating the fearful eyes of the beastmen. Everything happened too quickly; the beastmen were not prepared.
The half-orc George let out a beastly roar, swinging the gradually extinguishing sword as he hacked wildly at the mass of flesh that was the Mother of All Beasts.
At this moment, they finally reacted. The pain of the Mother of All Beasts burning in her soul seeped into their nerves through the maternal bond, making them feel her anguish. They howled, writhing in pain and anger, their eyes reddening and muscles bulging, all driven mad as they raised their weapons to slash at George.
The Mother of All Beasts was not dead; although her fleshly mass had been deeply wounded by George’s strikes, each cut was deep enough for an arm to fit inside, and the bloodied tongue of the Demon King Kima extended from his axe spear, licking her wounds, causing blood to pour out continuously, making her voluptuous body appear dried out.
But she was still alive, still able to fight back. From each of her wounds, a tentacle shot out, knocking the half-mad George away.
The Demon King Kima had just forcefully separated his small arms, when a curse filled with all the hatred of the Mother of All Beasts surged through the strong medium of “blood relation” towards his soul.
The Mother of All Beasts resented this backstabbing child the most; he had been deceiving her all along, his every act merely to gain her trust.
From a mystical perspective, even the fully victorious Demon King Kima was helpless before this vengeful curse. After all, his flesh was born of the Mother of All Beasts, leaving a backdoor was the most normal thing, and coupled with his deliberate act of killing his own mother, the Mother of All Beasts had a massive damage bonus for cursing such an unfilial and rebellious child.
In terms of damage bonus, even George, who split her in half, couldn’t compete. At the time she bore George, she was merely a witch who was being hunted while still maintaining her human form.
Demon King Kima’s body immediately contorted, the axe spear flying into the air; his two-meter-tall, strong physique bent as if an invisible giant hand had twisted him, with the back of his head nearly touching his heels, while his terrifying white bone armor shattered and fell to the ground.
But the Mother of All Beasts’ curse of “unfilial rebellious son” missed its mark. Kima’s body was empty; he didn’t have a trace of soul within him.
The Succubus Kima flew over, catching the spinning axe spear. Her eyes sparkled with life, completely contrasting the previous stupor, while the bent form of Demon King Kima stared vacantly, grinning:
“Mother-in-law, are you happy?”
The Mother of All Beasts, sprouting numerous eyes and ears from her flesh mountain, was nearly infuriated.
Kima laughed even harder: “He is just a puppet! Why do you all subconsciously think he is a living person? Oh my, I’m dying of laughter.”
The Mother of All Beasts then understood why Demon King Kima could suddenly betray her without any warning. Each of her biological offspring would unconsciously listen to their loving mother, having no thoughts of betrayal, let alone thoughts of harming their mother.
You must understand, even George, born over a decade ago and raised by humans for many years, found it incredibly difficult to break through this psychological barrier.
But the Mother of All Beasts had no time for regret; flames were spreading and burning within her, and even as she continually “sacrificed her body to protect her essence” by casting off the burning flesh, she couldn’t completely sever it.
“Children! Come save your mother!” A mouth sprouted from the flesh mountain and shouted, “Chop the Demon King into meat paste!”
Her offspring surged towards her from all directions, merging into her flesh mountain, assimilating for the Mother of All Beasts, buying her a chance to breathe.
Her offspring loved her so much that they preferred to endure the agonizing pain of burning flesh themselves rather than let their mother suffer so.
The scene was truly both disgusting and moving.
Hundreds of Minotaurs opened their arms and plunged into the porcelain-white flesh mountain, visibly being assimilated into chunks of meat that retained some features of their former selves. The entire flesh mountain transformed into a massive mound composed of irregular meat chunks as thousands of beastmen poured in, creating a truly horrifying sight.
This lump was as big as a hill, filled with countless chunks of flesh that still maintained basic human shapes, writhing and flopping, with “un-degenerated” mouths continuously producing wails, laughter, and cries. Even the seasoned soldiers, who could dine and joke with their comrades amidst piles of corpses, could not help but regurgitate their lunch upon seeing such a scene.
With so much fresh meat replenishing it, Gregory’s flames could not burn through the vast quantity of flesh.
A meatball the size of an entire person detached from the flesh mountain and crashed to the ground. After a while, it transformed into the voluptuous, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Mother of All Beasts.
The flesh mountain beside her, or rather a sort of temporary assembly of numerous independent individuals melded together, was now in excruciating pain, their innards burning, the flames spreading like wildfire.
“I’m sorry, children.” The Mother of All Beasts couldn’t help but shed tears. She turned her head, “I will avenge you.”
As she took a few steps, Kima noticed her, diving from the sky. Nearby, several surviving beastmen immediately protected the Mother of All Beasts, roaring loudly at Kima in the air.
Kima continued to dive, and the Mother of All Beasts focused on her, preparing to cast a curse. Her “biological knowledge” was very profound; with the understanding of flesh and blood she had of the succubus’s body, charging head-on against the succubus, with its frail form, would be akin to serving a meal.
This vicious woman must be up to something. Is it a puppet substitute, a false body, or something else?
The Mother of All Beasts cursed Kima, and Kima dodged. The Mother felt she had touched Kima’s soul, but to her surprise, it was the real body.
In pain, Kima immediately dropped the axe spear as a bald man jumped out from the flesh mountain behind the Mother of All Beasts, grabbing the axe spear with one hand and swinging it forcefully towards the Mother of All Beasts.
Fortunately, a Minotaur blocked the axe spear, dying on the spot.
The body of Demon King Kima, or rather Kima’s puppet, was already badly damaged; he had only one right arm remaining. Before the Mother of All Beasts could manipulate his flesh and completely crush him, he managed to spit out four words: “You are afraid.”
The beastmen, startled by the ambush, dropped their heads as if they had been struck by an invisible guillotine.
The Mother of All Beasts’ invisible attack followed, and Demon King Kima’s body collapsed to the ground, unable to move. Kima flew low, taking the branch axe spear.
“You despicable and sinister demon.” The Mother of All Beasts cried out in hatred upon seeing her dead offspring, “But do you think you can kill me?”
Saying that, she bent her legs and quickly ran on the ground, faster than a galloping horse.
Kima then realized that on this land, which had long been scorched by the Lionheart King, a towering tree had inexplicably grown. It should be the handiwork of the Mother of All Beasts! She could use the old tree to perform a costly long-distance teleportation with a long cooldown.
She couldn’t let this woman escape!
Kima desperately tried to summon the waiting Arcanis to come.
But the Mother of All Beasts, with white wings sprouting from her back, was incredibly fast and reached within thirty meters of the old tree in the blink of an eye.
She showed a gleeful expression, stretching out her right hand, hoping to touch the old tree quickly.
But a wisp of grayish-yellow flame erupted from her chest. She tried to convince herself it was an illusion. However, after taking a breath, a wave of blue smoke poured from her mouth, and a gash opened beneath her collarbone, flames erupting continuously. She fell to the ground, stretching her hand desperately towards the old tree.
She whispered a name: “Gregory…”
Flames erupted from beneath her collarbone, engulfing her whole body, burning fiercely.
In the end, even after sacrificing an entire village and birthing a beast horde that could sweep a principality, she still could not escape the fire punishment from over twenty years ago.
