Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 592 Flower of Blood and Bone·Nightmare

"Desire is the measure of all things. Do not be bound by moral bridles. Do what you want and treat who you want."

Lisa Kane's hearing also became extremely sensitive. The surroundings were filled with low humming sounds and unknown mumblings, as if countless voices whispered in her ears, bringing endless irritation and fear.

Those voices were sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, as if they came from a distant place, and seemed to sound directly in her mind, making her nerves tense and almost collapsed.

Lisa was dragged into a bizarre dream in a coma, and the pain and confusion of the body filled every nerve of her.

She felt that her body was floating in the endless darkness, without direction and weight, and could only let this endless nothingness surround her.

Her limbs seemed to be tightly entangled by invisible chains, unable to move, as if every inch of muscle was resisting her existence.

Every breath burned her lungs, and the air was filled with a pungent smell, like a mixture of rotting corpses and chemicals.

Lisa's throat was so dry that it seemed to split, and every breath brought a tearing pain.

In her dream, she saw her past.

She remembered that her name was Zdena Slovak at that time...

The name Zdena symbolized her stable position in the family and her constructive role in society. This name is usually related to "construction" or "construction" in the tribe, symbolizing stability and creativity.

She came from a family with deep roots in the Slovak region, and the surname Slovakova reflected her family background.

Lisa hated her past name, which represented her need for her own identity and made her forget the importance of sticking to her true self.

"Assimilation is the biggest enemy of the individual, the assimilation of the nation, the assimilation of the country..."

"But you have no choice - people are either born with faith or not, there is no other way, the land you were born on will make the choice for you."

Distorted images kept flashing in front of her eyes, as if reality and dreams were intertwined and collided in her consciousness.

She saw broken steel bridges and tilted high-rise buildings, these ruins kept spinning in front of her eyes, like an endless nightmare.

Those gray prisms and tomb-like buildings, with endless heaviness and sadness, made her breathless.

Her skin felt the cold touch, as if something was crawling on her body, it was an indescribable nausea and fear.

Her vision kept changing, the light kept flickering in front of her eyes, sometimes dazzling, sometimes dim, as if looking for a way out in the endless darkness.

She saw those greedy flies flying in front of her, gnawing on the uncorrupted corpses, and those twisted corpses seemed to tell her endless pain and despair.

It was a dilapidated, desolate, and completely forgotten scene.

The world of gray bricks and metal beams was now wiped out of its luster and grandeur. Greedy flies ate everything they could eat, passed over the corpses that never rotted, and died in groups on the desolate ice field.

These gray prisms were like complete tombs. No inscriptions were needed to know who was buried in them.

The crashed aircraft had already burned out all its vitality, and even the ashes were no longer willing to lie in it. Brick and tile rubble, glass shards, fallen billboards, and large screens with missing corners. When the neon elves died, the demons of darkness and shadows lurked here and would never leave.

She walked in this dead ruin, and the surroundings were terribly quiet, with only the wind whispering in her ears.

No one would remember that there was such a city-state, because those who knew it were gone.

The piles of corpses seemed to be silently telling the world:

"I once lived here."

Countless corpses were lying on the ground in various twisted postures, or sitting against the wall. The piles of corpses were like dry and disgusting tumors in the city, bulging out from the gaps in the steel pillars, gnawing black ulcers in the gray tones in the distance.

However, even the cancer was dead.

This is the world in the tomb.

This is... my mother's residence.

"Mother was once a princess; the most beautiful daughter of the Blood Queen.

The Grand Warlock, the Wizard King of the Adytum, wanted to conquer her as he had conquered the Blood Queen's kingdom.

So the Grand Warlock took her by his power and made her his favorite concubine.

After that, she began to worship the Grand Warlock, just as we who adhere to the ancient ways do.

She begged to bear him offspring, and he gave her his sacred seed.

Mother swelled with joy and life.

She took root here, and grew here.

We, like the Pale Ones, must satisfy her.

The Pale Ones spit nectar into her countless mouths, and her offspring sucked milk to grow and grow.

Now Mother is one with the earth.

Her clay womb is swelling, and soon she will burst.

The sinners, they are surrounded by the fire of the gods."

Lisa suddenly felt a chill from behind, as if invisible fingers gently touched her back.

She turned around and found a blurry figure standing behind her, but it exuded a strong sense of oppression.

It was a figure, shrouded in darkness, with only a pair of golden eyes. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through her soul, making her tremble involuntarily.

She wanted to run away, but her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground and she couldn't move.

The figure in the darkness gradually approached, and she felt suffocated, as if the air had been sucked out of her.

Just when she was about to be swallowed, everything in the dream suddenly became blurred, and the surrounding scenes began to distort, as if everything was collapsing and collapsing.

Lisa saw the figure raise her right hand, and the familiar ancient sheepskin scroll appeared, which was "The Book of Sin-Eating, the Foundation of the Flesh".

And on the outstretched hand, she saw a rune, which she had only seen on the stone walls of Thracian mound tombs - six curved blades radiating outward from the center, forming an overall A rotating dynamic graphic: the shape of each blade is like a sharp blade, with obvious sharp angles and curves on the edge, as if it contains endless power in the constant rotation. The arrangement of the blades is well-proportioned and echoes each other, giving people a sense of A smooth and harmonious feeling.

That is... [Seal of Ion! 】

Her consciousness gradually blurred, and everything in front of her was spinning and tumbling. Darkness came like a tide, swallowing her completely.

There were whispering wind sounds and unknown murmurs in the distance. Those sounds seemed to come from another world, carrying ancient and mysterious power.

“There was peace on earth then.

The Grand Warlock took over most of the Daevite lands and no one stood against them.

Ion took his seat in the inner sanctum and paused for a moment in that prosperous place.

At that moment Saint Lavata was overwhelmed with intense sorrow, and she went to Ion and begged him for a favor.

"Do not be angry with your enemies; stretch out your hand against them and put out the fire of your righteousness, for the way leads to pain and death."

Lisa felt herself falling continuously in the endless darkness, her body becoming heavier and heavier, her consciousness gradually dissipating, and finally turning into nothingness.

In a dark basement, dim light bulbs hang on the wall, and the light flickers. The room was surrounded by old books and ancient ritual props, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and corruption.

"ah--"

Lisa woke up from her dream. She suddenly stood up from the stained morgue bed, dripping with cold sweat, and began to breathe heavily.

Dong dong dong——

Her heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to burst out of her chest, and the whispering wind and murmurs from her dream were still echoing in her ears.

The female forensic doctor's body was trembling, her hands tightly grasped the edge of the bed, and her nails were almost embedded in the iron bed board.

Lisa's clothes were in tatters, covered with blood stains and dirt, and gave off a disgusting stench.

Her hair was messy and stuck wetly to her forehead and cheeks, and her eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

"Huhuhu~,"

The female forensic doctor breathed eagerly. She could feel the putrid smell in the air lingering in her nasal cavity. Every breath she took seemed to be inhaling a strong smell of corruption.

The rise and fall of his chest was violent and rapid, and his breathing was slightly difficult, as if every breath he took was as heavy and painful as swallowing venom.

"The heartbeat is strong and the rhythm is normal." She pressed her hand on her chest and felt the strong beating of her heart, which was steady and powerful.

"The ribs have healed."

She gently touched her ribs, and the broken parts were now completely healed, leaving only a slight soreness.

Then, as a [Flemish Female Shepherd], she almost subconsciously began to analyze the current state of her body.

"There are no obvious cracks in the skin, and epidermal cell regeneration is intact."

"The liver and spleen are not enlarged and are functioning normally."

"The blood circulation is stable and there are no obvious symptoms of blood loss."

"Muscle tissue is recovering well and strength is returning."

"There is no damage to the nervous system and normal perception."

The female forensic doctor closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling the surrounding environment. Her touch, hearing, and vision were all within normal limits, indicating that her nervous system was not damaged.

but……

Although the pain in her body has reduced a lot, she can still feel the previous injuries.

The broken bones have healed, a result of her status as a shepherd of flesh and blood and the regenerative power of the "sacred white worm" within her body.

[Flesh Priestess]; protects midwives, surgeons, butchers, and flesh shaping.

And her [Flesh Shaping Technique] also has the protection of [BIO-006 Type].

It is the "Holy White Worm," a symbiotic organism found within Sarkic cultists and Sarkic creatures.

Sarkic cultists believe they exist as a second immune system, making their hosts resistant to disease and capable of enhanced regeneration.

Sarkic cultists look very similar to cockroaches in the eyes of outsiders. As long as they are not completely killed, they can repair them in an almost unlimited thaumaturgic way.

This unlimited flesh-and-blood thaumaturgy repair effect makes countless thaumaturgis jealous. The more powerful the Sarkic cultist is, the harder it is to be hacked to death.

Lisa, who survived the disaster, had her limbs stiff due to tension and fear, and the soreness and stiffness of her back muscles still existed, as if every muscle was protesting the nightmare she had just experienced.

Her legs were so weak that she could barely support her body, as if every step required all her strength.

Lisa is well aware of the symbiotic presence of these sacred white worms within her body, where they not only make her resistant to disease but also enhance her regenerative abilities.

This allowed her to recover quickly from her serious injuries, but it also made her more aware of how dangerous and strange her situation was.

Her eyes gradually adapted to the dim light, and looking around, the books and ritual props covered with dust and blood looked particularly strange and gloomy under the dim light.

Lisa tried to calm her breathing and tried to recover from the suffocating fear, but her heart was still full of anxiety and fear.

The dark figure in the dream and the runes of [Mark of Ion] seemed to be imprinted in her mind, lingering, making her feel extremely desperate and helpless.

Just as she tried to calm herself, her eyes fell on a corner of the room.

The figure who beat her into this state - the blond masked man, was standing there, looking at her calmly.

His figure looked tall and oppressive in the dim light, and his golden eyes flashed coldly under the mask.

Lisa's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Her body instinctively shrank back, her back pressed against the cold wall, her hands weakly supported on the ground, trembling slightly.

Her eyes were full of fear and helplessness, and the despair that surged from the depths of her heart made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She wanted to stand up and escape from this demonic existence, but her physical exhaustion and weakness made it extremely difficult for her to even move a finger.

"You..."

Her throat was dry, and she wanted to make a sound, but found that she couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Then, she saw an even more terrifying scene.

In a corner of the room, three [Behemoths] were entangled together.

Three scarlet pythons entangled with each other, and their bodies twisted into a huge deformed monster.

Their snake heads began to deform indeterminately, presenting an incredibly weird shape.

The first snake head turned into a lion's head, opened its bloody mouth, revealed sharp fangs, and roared like thunder to shake the air.

The mane of the lion's head was like a burning flame, and it looked extremely wild and ferocious under the weak light.

The second snake head gradually turned into an eagle's head, with a sharp beak and cold eyes full of murderous intent.

Its feathers shone with a metallic luster under the light, as if each feather was deadly sharp.

The third snake head was deformed into a toad's head, with wet skin and huge eyes revealing a strange light.

Its wide mouth kept opening and closing, making a low croaking sound, which was creepy.

And under these snake heads, the body of the giant python was constantly changing.

Part of the body turned into the muscles of a wolf, strong and powerful, with muscle lines protruding under the skin, full of primitive power.

Another part of the body turned into the scales of a crocodile, hard and cold, and the scales reflected a cold light under the light, like an impenetrable armor, protecting the deformed monster.

Finally, the tail of the monster turned into a huge octopus tentacle, and the suction cups on the tentacle kept wriggling, emitting a strange light.

The tentacle was like a living thing, constantly stretching and contracting, as if ready to roll its prey into an endless abyss at any time.

Lisa couldn't look away. She was deeply attracted by this strange and terrifying scene.

The air was filled with a strong stench, which came from these deformed flesh spores and the monster's body.

Each flesh spore was trembling, and thick blood clots adhered to it, dripping to the ground as the monster moved, making a disgusting sound.

"Gulong~"

The flesh and blood shepherd couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

What the hell is this...

I caught a cold, but fortunately it's in the early stage. I took medicine and typed, blowing my nose while typing, and I felt sleepy while typing. I'll take some strong medicine later, sleep, and cover the sweat with a quilt. I think I'll be better tomorrow.