Chapter 211: Gao Weier's Fall (XV)

The bodies of the Broken and Sprouting Zombies trembled violently, and the souls of the Mansu creatures living inside the corpses were also vibrating violently.

The Appetite of the Cup reminded them of the feast they had been lucky enough to participate in in Mansu... But did they really participate in that feast? Why did I, who was not a member of the Cup, know the sweet taste?

The Abandonment of the Moth made them feel strange and itchy from the bottom of their hearts, as if there was a gap and a conflict between the skin they were living in and the soul of their essence, so that the skin that should have died actually had the idea of ​​expelling the illegal residents.

A repulsive force grew from the rotten skin, and at the same time, the two Mansu creatures also had the idea of ​​returning home.

The gray-green plants began to twist their branches and vines frantically, and thick and tough roots emerged from the eye sockets, mouths, ears and nostrils of the corpses, like the palms of a desperate drowning person reaching for a life-saving straw, extending straight to the gray sky.

The gray-white bone fragments also slowly fell off, as if this half-dead, glass-like body could no longer hold on. The cracks all over the body began to burst into crackling sounds, and the pale, bloodless flesh fragments that were frozen and stiff fell down.

The souls of the two Mansu creatures seemed to be rising, while the two rotten skins slowly sank, and the gap between the flesh and the soul had inevitably widened.

Seeing that the souls were about to leave the skins, they would return to Mansu after losing their place of residence under the rejection of the waking world... Not bad, maybe I should really try to taste the feast of the cup. I wonder if it's too late to switch camps now?

Dong——

Dongdongdong, Dongdong, Dong——

However, at this time, an ancient and heavy drum sound suddenly sounded. The drum sound was deep and steady, as if the earth was breathing rhythmically, and the rhythm of breathing contained the rhythm of the wilderness and ancient times.

This ancient rhythm seems to calm the restless heart, and it seems to awaken the sleeping sky and the departed corpses... It contains an inseparable suturing power, enough to make the body and soul seamless again.

Under the soothing of this deep drum sound, the two corpses that were almost expelled back to Mansu gradually stabilized, the rising souls sank into the rotten corpses, the gray-green plants regained vitality, and the pale bones shone with ferocious cold light.

Faris, who was reciting the gluttonous tantra indistinctly, struggled to get up from the snow. He had already sensed the pulsation that was louder and more majestic than the thunder, but his instinct as a human being still made him want to perceive the scene with his vision.

Five strangers with unfamiliar faces were slowly walking at the foot of the mountain. They marched in unison, lined up in five directions: east, south, west, north, and center, and they all held leather drums in their hands.

The secret believers in the four directions of the periphery twisted their bodies while marching, with their legs and feet raised high and their arms swinging, their eyes closed and their heads shaking, and their strange twisting postures revealed a mysterious meaning.

It was a sacrificial dance passed down from ancient times. At that time, the coastal people used it to pray to the vast ocean, praying for good weather and a good harvest next year. Every time a sacrificial dance ended, there would always be a fat prey that would sacrifice its life, dyeing the coastal mudflats red with blood, and pleasing the gods in the sea.

They danced and waved their palms and beat the drums vigorously, but no drum sound could be heard. Only the small leather drum held high by the woman in the middle trembled by itself without being hit, and the substantial rhythm of shaking wind and snow was transmitted.

Faris looked at this familiar scene, and his eyebrows were deeply frowned, like a twisted scimitar breaking down.

‘The Crossroads Ceremony… the basic ritual of the Sea Twins Sect, but it seems to have been slightly modified, diluting the power of the cup and the moth, and focusing on the beating of the heart.’

‘Such a ceremony, such preparation, is enough to make the five people's mental power superimposed on each other almost without loss, reaching the false fourth level.’

‘Such power is definitely not something I can resist now!’

‘But…’

Farris turned his head and looked at the ruined hotel where the fire had been extinguished under the wind and snow. He knew that he could not retreat or hide. The master's mind was not fully awake yet, and the young master's power was not fully awakened. At this moment, he must continue to buy time to resist these invading foreigners for them.

‘Use my flesh, my body, and my life to build the last line of defense for the Mikalis family! ’

However, even though Faris felt so heroic, he had already consumed too much strength. Even the casting power he had just absorbed was completely exhausted. His body, which had temporarily regained its youth, began to gradually reveal its true old age.

Wrinkles appeared on his smooth skin again, his black hair gradually became weak and gray, and his strong muscles began to shrink. No matter how powerful the secret power was, it could never break through the laws of nature. Birth, aging, illness and death were curses engraved in the blood of mortals. Only those who ascended could break this shackle.

He couldn't help but feel a little tired. The hot blood in his mouth gradually became cold, and the tip of his tongue was about to lose its strength, no longer rippling with irresistible sweetness and appetite. Even he felt a little tasteless.

But the broken tip of his tongue still had the last trace of cup magic power, which was enough to awaken the deepest appetite hidden in the heart of a mortal. Appetite is both desire and power!

Farris swallowed his tongue suddenly, and his stomach seemed to be ignited with endless fire, completely devouring the abandoned self. A trace of weak power was squeezed out of his stomach, and his face seemed to flow with a trace of rosy blood.

‘But - this is not enough! ’

‘Not enough, not enough, not enough -’

‘This is far from enough! ! ! ’

He suddenly looked down at his waist. The organ that had not been used for a long time had actually lost the vitality and function of his youth, but under the nourishment of the heart and the cup, this thing was still useful when necessary... For example, at this moment, it was the second best choice to sacrifice to the great mother in exchange for power.

Although Farris had lost one palm and the dagger had fallen, self-castration did not require any sharp weapons for him. He only needed to give this thought to the moth in his skull, and the moth would be ecstatic to help him end it!

He closed his eyes tightly as if to strengthen his belief. When he opened his eyes again in a flash, a resolute and fierce madness flashed in the depths of his eyes!

The moth in the brain excitedly vibrated its scaly wings, and the splashed scales turned into invisible but sharp scissors, and attacked the main body along the flow of blood!

There seemed to be a crisp sound in the body, and the alien bones that were not connected to other bones in the body broke cleanly, and the frozen and shrunken flesh and cartilage fell directly to the trouser legs.

This castration is the abandonment of the moth rather than the self-cutting. The flesh and blood that fell off in this way will never grow again... unless he can ascend to reshape a new body.

Faris rolled and half-knelt up, and at the same time fished out the root and flesh that fell from the trouser legs, resolutely put it into his mouth, and swallowed it directly without chewing, just to feel the pain of the complete root stumbling along the dry esophagus, and feel the pain of the burning fire in the stomach and the cessation of reproduction! ! !