Chapter 41 Great Blood
Accompanied by the Dwarf’s frantic cries, all the mouths of the tumor monster roared simultaneously, the piercing sound seeming to shatter everyone’s eardrums. Under the influence of this sound, the entire sea of blood, along with countless corpses, surged towards the monster.
At the same time, the monster’s sixteen monstrous mouths continuously opened and closed, devouring anything that flowed into them, be it碎石 (rubble) or corpses, along with the blood. In a short while, the entire sea of blood was less than two-thirds of its original volume.
“Stop it quickly!”
At this moment, Li Wen had no choice but to speak up and remind them.
Moria’s actions were actually faster than her reminder. He tentatively unleashed a divine prayer towards the monster made of flesh and blood. However, the light, hotter than fire, landed on the other party, and the monster showed no reaction at all, not even its outer scales were penetrated.
This was by no means a creation within any normal scope, nor was the flesh and blood that constructed its form that of any ordinary life.
The “Great Blood” mentioned by the Dwarf Jotes was likely something that the unnamed mysterious alchemy master obtained from the Black Dragon; and this eerie monster might be one of the results of the master’s research on Great Blood.
However… an alchemy master? Clearly, this was a master of the Blood Lust lineage, skilled in flesh and blood shaping.
Li Wen, having already deduced most of it, realized what the consequences would be if the monster made of flesh and blood continued to devour.
But now, she could do nothing but grip the Transcendent’s Eyes tightly, preparing to escape immediately if Moria fell.
As for Moria, he was watching the monster enjoy its gluttonous feast and remained unmoved… perhaps it was not entirely true, after all, he had already tried. Ordinary divine abilities could not cause effective damage to the monster.
Priests of the Path of Sacrifice, in addition to consuming Mana with each spell, also consumed their own Life as an additional cost. Now, Moria had used divine abilities too many times, and there was obvious weakness in his expression.
Jotes also realized this. He urged the monster to speed up, to complete its final transformation as soon as possible, and then to crush this damned Knight.
After the monster chewed and swallowed the last morsils, its body had already swelled into a massive meat mountain. Despite this, its sixteen mouths still let out cries of hungry wails. It needed to devour, it needed more flesh and blood, it needed greater satisfaction, in order to ascend to a higher level!
Cracks began to appear on its bloated body, and sharp spikes, like white bones or rocks, emerged from the cracks. Then came enormous, deformed claws, wet, blood-soaked wings, and finally, a head with as many as six mouths.
As if shedding its skin, the monster shed a layer of shriveled, flesh-colored outer shell, abandoning its original form. In its place emerged… a deformed, eerie Dragon.
Every piece of its flesh and blood seemed alive, writhing and transforming on its body. It was covered in wounds, and scarlet liquid continuously dripped from these wounds. Upon landing, the liquid seemed to gain life, transforming into various deformed flesh and blood creations.
Jotes cheered and walked to the front of the flesh and blood dragon. He shouted and gesticulated, “Good! Very good! Excellent! Hurry and kill them! Kill everyone!”
The flesh and blood dragon had no eyes; it only felt endless hunger and pain. Driven by this intense desire, the flesh and blood dragon swallowed the Dwarf in one bite, swallowing him whole without even chewing. Only a pool of blood was left at the spot.
But this was not enough, far from it.
The Great Blood flowing within it and controlling everything needed more sustenance. It was roaring hysterically, bellowing in anger.
More blood, more flesh!
The flesh and blood dragon flapped its blood-soaked wings and pounced towards the others.
Moria had been waiting for this moment. He raised his Longsword, the candlelight in his eyes growing brighter.
“We revere those who offered themselves to the Fire, for their souls shall abide with the Light forever!”
Thus, brilliant white flames ignited from his body, covering every inch of his skin. The Knight of the Holy See calmly raised his Longsword and leaped onto the dragon.
The Longsword was entwined with two kinds of flames, bright white and scarlet. They merged into one, becoming a Glow similar to the sun. The Knight thrust his Longsword into the dragon’s body. The flesh and blood monster roared, wanting to move, wanting to resist. However, the flames were already burning within it, and every piece of its flesh and every drop of its blood would become fuel, like a candle.
The body of the flesh and blood dragon melted rapidly like a burning candle, and in an instant, only a ball of flame remained burning in place.
Was this the Eldest Son of the Holy See? Li Wen found it hard to believe. This flesh and blood creation, created by an alchemy master of the Blood Lust lineage, although it looked like it had just undergone an early transformation, was still at least a Stage Three monster, yet it could not withstand a single move from Moria.
Regarding this future legendary figure, her impression of Moria was still stuck in the time when he was hunting her. Although he exuded a strong oppressive aura at that time, and repeatedly pushed her to a dead end… looking at it now, Moria must have been holding back considerably back then?
Moria walked out of the flames, his expression showing no visible change, as if the attack just now had been less strenuous than a divine ability.
The Wild Mage Harik immediately knelt down.
“Glor! Such a beautiful Glow! From now on, Glor shall be my only faith!”
In reality, he was covering his face and weeping in his heart, wondering why he had encountered such a ruthless person and been caught on the spot. He didn’t know if repentance would still be in time.
Moria ignored him, silently waiting for something.
As the flames slowly extinguished, in the center of the flames, in the original position of the flesh and blood dragon, there was still a figure struggling to survive in the fire.
It was the Dwarf Jotes.
Although he was swallowed by the dragon, he had coincidentally avoided Moria’s powerful divine ability and managed to escape with his life.
“I… I haven’t lost yet…”
Jotes had already lost his lower body and right arm. He struggled, his only remaining left hand clutching a peculiar object. It looked like solidified blood, or perhaps a scarlet gem, but whatever it was, people’s first reaction upon seeing it was: it was alive.
“Great Blood, my Great Blood! You will all die!”
Jotes used all his strength to try and stab the object into his body, but some invisible force instantly snatched it away from him, leaving him no chance to resist.
“Is this that so-called Great Blood?”
The object that the Dwarf had been holding was now floating in front of the Wild Mage Nasha. She looked at the gem with a dumbfounded expression, wanting to reach out and touch it, but not daring to do so.
“No! My Great Blood!”
His last hope was snatched away so easily, and by a Wild Mage he looked down upon, the Dwarf Jotes completely collapsed.
“Do you have anything else to say?”
Moria walked up to him.
