Chapter 272: The Past
So cruel, the Mother of All Beasts didn’t even give George a chance to hold onto Jima. The “mountain of flesh” beneath her abdomen split open and shot out several flesh tongues like a frog flicking its tongue. They were so resilient that even the arrows shot by Frostleaf couldn’t break them, even when they pierced and exploded.
The flesh tongues tightly wrapped around her slender waist and dragged her backward, bending her body into a C shape.
“Save me!” Jima shouted at George.
Her cry elongated quickly, and George surged forward with his light wings, but Jima was too fast. The connection between the Demon King’s extraordinary substance and her was incredibly tight… She raced away from George like an arrow, diving into a group of strong, large beastmen.
Minotaurs and horned beasts, the offspring of the Mother of All Beasts, were stronger and more perceptive. They lunged at George, forming a wall of flesh that completely cut off his last hope of rescuing Jima.
Jima slammed heavily against the pink flesh of the Mother of All Beasts, and the writhing flesh inside reached out tendrils to tightly grip her, pulling her into the flesh.
“Jima!!”
George was trapped in the beast horde, frantically fighting his way toward her, his light wings almost overshadowed by the beasts. Eve Frostleaf and Gregory had no choice but to abandon their escape to cover George.
Jima knew that George’s irrational actions were dragging everyone into danger. She also realized that rescue was a joke; at this point, she was basically like a rabbit swallowed by an evil dragon.
Logically, at this moment, Jima should show great courage and smile at George, saying something touching and sentimental like, “I’m so glad to meet you, hurry and go.”
But inside the Mother of All Beasts, the Demon King’s extraordinary substance was flowing into her shell through the flesh, and she panicked, afraid of becoming someone else.
Without hesitation, she cried tears, shouting, “George, save your fiancée.”
George lost his reason even more, charging into the beast horde despite Gregory’s shouts.
The writhing flesh had her positioned such that only her neck and head were visible.
“Such a bad woman, even at this point, using emotions to drag George into danger,” the Mother of All Beasts, Vichina, looked at the furious George with affection. “I should have expected that, being so closely tied to the Demon King’s extraordinary substance, you’re merely his rebirth’s shell. Go on in, and be human once again.”
“No!!!”
Flesh surged in from all directions, engulfing Jima’s face; her world turned dark. She felt a刺刺痛 all over her body, as a cold liquid was injected into her. She wanted to move, but her muscles softened. All her extraordinary abilities were disrupted and rendered ineffective due to the infusion of the extraordinary substance.
From start to finish, she couldn’t even use her puppet doppelganger.
Is this my fate?
George… George… George…
She gradually lost consciousness, and before slipping away, she saw a system information bar popping up with a line of text, “Highest authority unlocked….”
At that moment, George, disregarding all defenses and magic, unfurled his light wings and began slaughtering in the beast horde.
“You little brat!” Gregory cursed, forcing himself to rush in. Even surrounded by beasts, he had no choice but to charge ahead.
At this point, he felt the wounds within him begin to grow flesh; even his internal organs started to swell. The vitality was overflowing, as if they were unwilling to settle for merely healing his wounds.
A mass of flesh buds sprouted from his thigh’s wound, pink buds overflowing.
Gregory immediately burned them with flames, looking up in the direction of the Mother of All Beasts, where he saw the ever-smiling face of the Mother of All Beasts glaring hatefully at him, muttering some incantation.
The burned flesh buds grew back again; his thigh was “overgrown.”
Naturally, the Mother of All Beasts was skilled in curses.
“Oh God!” Gregory cried, “Burn me to ashes, purify me.”
The flames scorched his body, effectively burning away the twisted, transformed thigh of the Mother of All Beasts.
But he had already been surrounded by beasts, and a scarred, massive bull with a horn cleaved through divine protection and struck him in the chest, sinking deeply in. Gregory’s frail body was sent flying, tracing a fire-red arc through the sky.
At this moment, George regretted his actions but was caught in the beast horde, unable to extricate himself.
Just then, a black dragon breath descended from the sky, directly spraying towards the Mother of All Beasts. The fire burned her porcelain-white, voluptuous body, charring her skin, her golden, slightly curled hair turning to ashes.
The Witch King had arrived, accompanied by a witch riding a black flying horse.
This figure, clad in black armor and claiming to be the legitimate elven king, was also versed in dark magic. As he ordered his dragon to breathe out fire, he recited incantations, draining the lives of distant war hydras to fuel his magic while casting terrifying spells.
An evil wind rose, forming a vortex filled with blades and swords, generating the sound of metal clashing. Wherever the sword vortex went, beastmen were reduced to nothing but meat paste.
A large area cleared around the Mother of All Beasts.
The Witch King commanded his black dragon to strike, charging toward the Mother of All Beasts along with a group of dark elves riding scorpion-tailed lions.
The Mother of All Beasts’ personal guard roared, trying to save their mother, but the Witch King’s guards blocked them.
Those terrifying beastmen could only watch helplessly as the massive black dragon firmly grasped the charred body of the Mother of All Beasts with its claws, pinning her to the ground.
From a height, the Witch King looked down at the Mother of All Beasts and said, “You made the mistake of trying to devour my extraordinary substance.”
Before taking off, the black dragon ingested a dark potion, allowing it to spew flames that suppressed rebirth. Even a war hydra, known for its incredible regenerative abilities, could not come back to life after being scorched by these flames.
Yet the Mother of All Beasts beneath the dragon’s claws was still moving. The Witch King unleashed a terrible curse, black light piercing from all directions into the Mother of All Beasts’ body. He then leaped down from the dragon’s back, wielding a golden blade, and beheaded the Mother of All Beasts.
Her body trembled slightly and then became still.
The Witch King tilted his head back to gaze at the leaden-gray sky. It seemed he could see the throne of the elven king closer than ever.
This time, everything was going incredibly smoothly. The Sanctuary had gathered almost all the Demon King’s extraordinary substance. The foolish humans had no idea what this represented.
The Osuan guardians did not come to disrupt things, and the terrifying lord at home remained loyal, not rebelling from the rear.
The Witch King recalled numerous past failures. Living for almost ten thousand years, the firstborn son of the elven king had long since become cold-hearted. Even now, moisture welled in the corners of his eyes.
“Destroying a woman’s beauty, how wicked.”
Turning his head, the Witch King saw the Mother of All Beasts, her new head and golden hair meeting his gaze. The charred flesh on her body was rapidly shedding, revealing snow-white skin like mutton fat.
The Witch King sighed, “What a monster.”
“I’m still just a pregnant woman.” The Mother of All Beasts, filled with great strength, lifted her dragon claw, grasping her tentacle staff and sweeping it toward the Witch King.
The Witch King sliced through the encroaching tentacles from all directions with his sword, engaging the Mother of All Beasts in combat with his magic and swordsmanship.
His guards, while riding, were forced to face the overwhelming beastmen pouring in from all sides, of considerable quality and overwhelming numbers, enough to make the elves shudder. Even after clearing them with spells, more beastmen kept coming.
As the saying goes, the progeny are endless, while the Witch King’s guards were diminishing by the second.
Yet the Witch King had no plans to retreat; he had already severed the Mother of All Beasts’ fifth head. As long as his troops could capture this place, everything would belong to him.
At this moment.
George had a brief moment to catch his breath, the beast horde surrounding him, daring not to advance. His magic was more than half expended, and what saddened him further was that Gregory, now without a leg, was no longer able to fight.
The curse of the Mother of All Beasts had inflicted great suffering on the old man, who had exhausted most of his magic. His skull had deformed, the flesh inside even pushing out his eyeballs, as his once-familiar face became terrifying and repulsive.
Tears streamed down George’s cheeks uncontrollably.
“Child.” Gregory’s face was writhing, “Can you break out?”
Surrounded by beastmen, George felt guilt wash over him as he said, “It’s difficult; I dragged you into this.”
“Just try to escape; my life doesn’t matter. You are the dawn, the hope. If the old don’t die, how can the young have space?” Gregory forced a smile to comfort him. “Am I ugly now?”
“Yes, like a monster.”
“Where’s your sword? Let me touch it. I have no inheritance, so I can only give you this.”
“You just have to hold on; there’s still hope to survive.”
“Don’t hesitate; I don’t have much time left,” Gregory said. “We agreed to be prepared beforehand; sigh, why didn’t you listen?”
After slaying a beastman that tried to ambush him, George handed the sword to Gregory. With trembling hands, Gregory grasped the sword’s hilt, and the blade cut into his palm.
He prayed, “May my remnant body turn to flame.”
After saying this, he thrust the sword into his writhing chest, igniting himself, transforming into roaring flames, the yellow fire swirling around the sword, burning fiercely.
And his twisted body gradually regained its shape in the flames, becoming charred.
Before he died, he seemed to recall something, uttering a final word: “Child, beware of succubi.”
After uttering his last words, his corpse was purified, turning into a pile of white powder, the blade stuck diagonally into the remaining embers…
