So is it true that... the blood fountain is the corpse fluid stored in this corpse?
The stench was indeed too strong, and it was definitely not the smell of something rotting. It was impossible for me to believe that a blood fountain could become a spirit and run around underground, but if this was originally an element of the skeleton... it seemed that everything had an explanation.
She imagined it: a huge corpse. Although its mass was beyond the imagination of mortals, after years of accumulation, some of the dry flesh in its body would turn into rotten blood and fluid. Although the total amount might not be large, it was too large. The fluid that was converted bit by bit would emerge like an endless fountain of blood.
But this can only explain what the blood spring we see now is, and it still cannot explain the experience of the Hot Spring Dragon Family in chasing the Fei Che Holy Spring before.
This was basically the limit of her imagination. She no longer cared about face and wanted to know what speculations Hitzfeld had about this.
"Xia." Hitzfeld's brows relaxed, "Now you know what Kyle did in the end."
"Yes... In order to study a new Transfiguration technique that did not require past conditions, he dug up an ancient virus to draw inspiration. In the end, it caused a lot of tragedies and turned himself into a monster."
"So this body, before it was a body, it was already unclean."
"What's the meaning……?"
This statement made Xia Yibing feel a little creepy.
She quickly realized that the girl was referring to the rotten blood - since the corpse was already unclean when it was alive, it was obviously still unclean after it died. The ancient virus containing the memories of the Mimic Demon tribe was likely to be hosted in it.
"It's not the corpse or the holy spring that's alive, but the fluid," Hitzfeld said. "They're alive."
She was thinking while frowning as she spoke. Countless thoughts came to her mind every moment, and then most of them were overturned the next moment.
"I got it." Her eyes lit up, "Maybe the holy spring and energy have another kind of relationship."
"Due to some accident, those things were reborn in his corpse. They couldn't affect him when he was still alive, but now that he's dead and lost his transcendence, even his 'godhood', they won't be polite to the flesh and blood that comes to their doorstep."
"Then, due to some accident, the fluid that had accumulated over the years escaped from the tomb..."
Xia Yibing's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
It's so rare that she can make such a face in the form of a translucent ghost. The idea is really too shocking: Is this the truth about the holy spring?
The Fei Che Holy Spring that the hot spring dragons have spent several generations chasing after is not a spring of water, but the corrupted blood and fluid that escaped from the body of the Dragon Tomb Puppet. Is it a monster that it has transformed into when its consciousness awakened?
Then it is obviously impossible for the Dragon Tomb Puppet to chase it to replenish energy...then what could be the reason?
It also retains Kyle's consciousness? It wants to kill the seed of disaster that was born from its body?
Or has it already...
Driven by her thoughts, she quickly glanced at the blood fountain that was still surging not far away.
It can't always be like this.
Judging from the current speed at which the blood fountain is flowing, if this is a "wound" from which corrupt blood and fluid have been gushing out for so many years, then the fourth floor should have been unable to survive long ago.
This place will be flooded.
But it had indeed been surging for some time... They could smell this intoxicating stench from the moment Lazuli-Deka opened the first door. It took time for it to penetrate so many seemingly sealed tunnels and float up.
So the answer is already obvious.
Perhaps the truth about the holy spring is what they just discussed, but at least this surging blood spring is not the newly born rotten blood fluid.
It should be the part that escaped from Kyle's body.
From that hole... the cave carved on the stone tablet, that might be another entrance and exit of the Dragon Tomb... or a vent... it came in from there... fulfilling what Lazuli said, "The Dragon Tomb will regularly merge with the Holy Spring."
Yes, they are converging.
The dragon tomb may have been contaminated by it a long time ago. Its regular return can be understood as checking the treasure that belongs to it, or it can be understood as checking whether there is other accumulated fluid in the corpse.
If there are any, it absorbs and devours them.
This process continued for many years and many times.
So how huge will it be?
Perhaps, it can be comparable to or even surpass Braceworm...
Thinking of this, Xia Yibing shifted her gaze and watched seven or eight men carrying a golden statue in and walking towards the gushing blood spring, as if they were planning to use this thing to block the spring.
Looking at the blood fountain that was flowing more and more rapidly, and the sticky pus under their feet, she frowned and grimaced, already able to guess what happened next.
Suddenly, with a loud noise like the surging tide, a blood-red wave suddenly rose up from the spring and crashed down in the surprised and confused gaze of everyone.
"Whoa whoa!"
"what is this?"
"It's disgusting!"
"Don't come near! Get back now!!"
The people carrying the statue threw their things away and ran faster than each other.
After arriving at a safe location and checking their bodies, many people discovered with disgust that their clothes and hair were inevitably splashed with the liquid.
“Why doesn’t it spray?”
Suddenly someone raised a question.
They looked up at the same time, held torches and moved forward, only to find that they could not find the spring.
It disappeared, gone. In the dark corner where no one noticed, the accumulated rotten blood began to ripple, and gradually a human figure emerged.
Chapter 106: Unstoppable Tragedy Part
"Who?"
The young man Bal was the first to discover the thing. He held a torch and aimed a gun in his right hand at the corner, aiming at the mysterious shadow that was rising quietly.
"These things... are disappearing..." Haierle, Shim and others stared at the ground and found that the foul-smelling liquids were flowing towards the corners as if they had life, as if the strange shadow was absorbing them in some way.
This is not something that just anyone can do. Everyone was on high alert and took out their weapons and pointed them at this person.
Finally, the movement in the darkness stopped. They couldn't believe their eyes when the other party stepped out of the shadows into the light.
What did they see?
A man who can be described as perfect!
This man was completely naked, with a perfect body like a sculpture and a face as soft as a god. He didn't need to move or speak, just standing there would naturally radiate his aura, making people want to worship him.
However, he moved after all... As soon as he moved, that sacred and noble temperament was suddenly torn apart, and replaced by a grotesque sense of conflict, as if he should not be like this, this was not how he should be.
"Who are you!" Haierle, holding a broad-backed sword, stood ten meters away and asked him harshly.
Regardless of whether he was holy or evil, a person who could be condensed from a pile of rancid liquid was obviously abnormal. It was not like he had never encountered evil species before, so it was impossible for him to let down his guard just because of that illusory feeling.
"Who am I?" The weirdo spoke in an unexpectedly pleasant voice: "You broke into my place without my permission, and you ask me who I am?"
"Excuse me, but I didn't expect that the subjects of Borunia have become so arrogant that they can't even remember what their former king looked like."
What does he mean?
Heyerle was shocked and angry when he heard this. He was annoyed that he was putting on airs with them, but he was also surprised by the message conveyed in his words.
What does it mean to "trespass where he belongs"?
This is the treasure tomb left by King Kyle, the Dragon God Kyle! Is anyone qualified to claim sovereignty?
"Is he a prince?" Heerle heard someone whispering, "It shouldn't be... I've never heard of any prince who looks like this."
This generation of kings has a total of thirty-four children - a very large number, because every change of royal power is accompanied by blood and tyranny. The father of the current king killed almost all the descendants of the previous king after usurping the throne. It is rumored that the old king was afraid that the same thing would happen to himself, so he tried desperately to have children to continue his bloodline.
However, even though there were many children, if there was a prince so handsome among them, they would have heard of him.
He couldn't be a prince.
No... don't be silly, how could a prince be formed from a pile of stinky water...
"He is King Kyle." A voice suddenly sounded.
"Lazuli!" Haierle could feel the body in his arms regaining vitality, and he shouted happily: "Are you feeling better?"
"Much better. Thank you, Haier, for taking care of me over the years."
Lazuli had fully regained consciousness. He stood up again and thanked Heiler, but his words had a strange meaning.
"What nonsense are you talking about..." Haierle frowned, "You know I won't leave you alone... I don't even want anything here, as long as you are all fine..."
He was too embarrassed to say such cheesy words, and his voice got lower and lower as he spoke further, so that only a few people who were nearby could hear it clearly.
Then he paused, feeling the surroundings become terribly quiet.
It seemed like no one cared about what happened here at all. A large group of people around, including Shim and Bal, were all staring at the handsome weirdo with extremely shocked and horrified looks.
why?
Ah... it seems to be what Lazuli said before... what did he say?
"He is King Kayle." Lazuli stared into his good friend's eyes and repeated, "You heard it right and you understood it right. He is King Kayle, the Dragon God Kayle who was blurred in history!"
"Impossible!" Shim shouted back, "King Kyle is dead! He's a monster!"
Without waiting for others to react, he raised his rifle and pulled the trigger, firing dozens of lead bullets at the handsome weirdo in one breath.
Blood splatters.
Naturally, the bullet blasted the weirdo into a bloody mess. His handsome face was instantly torn apart, and his entire chest was torn open by the bullet, revealing the muscles, internal organs and bones.
Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched.
She saw clearly that the "bones" inside this thing were also blood red.
Yes, it was exactly the same as the bloody monster they encountered in Senling.
The blood corpse monster has already demonstrated its capabilities: it is almost impossible to be stopped and destroyed by physical means.
It seems only natural that this monster has the same ability.
"impossible……"
Before the joy on his face could unfold, the next moment, Shim was shrouded in horror again.
He watched helplessly as this thing lifted up its broken spine, and just like that... its lower body remained motionless while its upper body lifted up little by little and put back into place. The rotten flesh and blood tissue flowed throughout the body as if it had life, as if to repair all the torn wounds.
He raised the gun tremblingly, his instinct telling him that he'd better hit it a few more times.
A figure rushed over, knocked Shim down, his gun was taken away, and he was punched hard in the face.
"Lazuli!"
Shim saw the other man's face and shouted angrily.
"You want to side with the monster?"
"He's not a monster!" Lazuli shouted back in a tone ten times more angry than his, while grabbing his collar: "He is Kyle! Dragon God Kyle! He is back! He is the king of all dragon guards!!"
Xim was shocked at first by this sudden madness, then sneered: "Don't be silly."
"Is he Kyle? Can we be more insensitive than you?"
"Even those rubbish whose blood he shared with us can't make us resist much, because of the blood oath... If the purest him is standing here, how could we not feel it?"
He was right.
Some of those who wavered came back firm again.
The blood oath required them to submit to the bloodline of the Dragon God. If this man was really Kyle, there was no way Shim would shoot him.
He should... no, all of them should be forced to kneel down under the pressure of the blood oath.
So he couldn't be Kyle.
"Lazuli... don't let him fool you like this..."
Heiler stepped forward quickly and stretched out his hand to try to separate the two men.
"No! Don't touch it!"
But he was held back by Bal.
Heiler turned around and glared at his brother in shock and anger, only to find that Bal's expression was full of fear as he looked forward.
Looking back, he couldn't help but be infected by this fear.
The body of his best friend, Lazuli-Deka, was torn apart.
Not a traumatic tear, but one that tore itself apart from the inside out...like it was tearing itself apart.
From the edges of the various cracks, one could see the bright red flesh and blood tissue inside, but the most eye-catching were undoubtedly the sharp fangs and the bright red tentacles mixed in with the internal organs.
