The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Smyrvis instinctively tried to breathe more air into his lungs, but this did nothing to alleviate his condition. The blood in his veins had frozen into a paste, unable to flow at all.

He felt an indescribable pain stuck in his chest, accompanied by an uncontrollable spiritual escape.

"A secret technique to steal flesh and organs... How is that possible? Techniques like [Kiss of the Crow] will inevitably damage the recipient's skin during activation, and there is an unavoidable prerequisite of 'touching'."

Melvis had dealt with Leonce, the traitor of the Six-Eyed Raven and the predecessor of Karmion, and was well aware of the characteristics and flaws of such mystical rituals. At the same time, he was also a highly experienced mystical scholar with a thorough understanding of the underlying logic of the operation of intangible arts.

Regardless of how the other person did it, she must have used some method to achieve "contact" with her.

He seemed to want to say something more, but in the end only he let out a hissing sound.

〇 Under normal circumstances... even if his heart is taken away, Melvis can still barely stabilize his condition through the toughness and vigorous vitality of the high priest's body, seeking a moment of respite in order to find a replacement.

Of course, the price of doing so is a prolonged period of near-death weakness, and the need to devote all one's energy to maintaining one's own stability, as this academic president is, after all, still a mortal.

However, at this point, attempting to seek "stability" is nothing but a pipe dream with absolutely no possibility of success.

The heart never sleeps, never rests, and never stops.

For mortals, it is the absolute center of spiritual flow, the most vital organ besides the skull. And Melvis was just now struggling to maintain the first-class secret technique, [Abyss Well and Palace of Bones], with a massive surge of spiritual energy coursing through every part of his body…

At this critical moment, the sudden loss of the heart will inevitably cause irreversible disorders.

Even though the rift that Sigrid had just cut open in the Abyss Palace has been repaired, it seems to be just a fleeting burst of vitality, like a final burst of light before death.

After that, the terrifying colossal statue showed signs of collapse, such as bones and stones peeling off and tentacles withering.

Fran simply remained calm and observed, seemingly with no intention of taking any further action.

Under normal circumstances, the total amount of spiritual energy contained within her body is average, similar to that of a high-ranking priest of the fifth tier. She had just infused too much spiritual energy into Sigrid through the [Blazing Grinding Cone] and now needs to recuperate for a while.

If she didn't do that, she wouldn't have been able to break through the palace-like colossal body of the Abyss Well with just one sword strike, even though it was just a phantom manifested through a secret technique.

At the same time, Fran did not believe that Melvis would disappear so easily.

As the most powerful and ruthless executor of the Star Abyss Society's terrifying scheme, it would be too abrupt for him to die like this. He should be able to bring some unexpected surprises to himself. That is, the "second stage" in the usual sense.

Of course, the doctor wasn't going to do nothing.

While waiting for her spirituality to return, she raised her hand and threw the ceremonial sword "False Sun," which Sigrid had molded, into the hands of Shitia, who was deeply embroiled in battle.

"Clang!" Yi

Almost the instant he gripped the hilt of Sigrid's sword, Hazmut's blade, gleaming with a pale moonlight, fell towards Shiodia. The latter, for the first time, launched a direct counterattack, slashing her blade at [S-200. Moonshine Silver].

—Figures clashed, swords collided.

A deafening explosion was followed by a sudden burst of near-incandescent light, engulfing everything else in sight. Seven

As the blazing light faded, Xidia's tall and shapely figure gradually emerged.

As mythical creatures embodying the attributes of the moon and scales, the Heil remnants are actually unsuitable as users of Sigrid. The Primordial Sun Shard is far too intense and scorching; even with her intention to cooperate, she can only barely ensure that there is no rejection.

However, as the sole light from the primordial beginning, Sigrid can easily suppress the vast majority of relics of the same type.

This clearly includes the "Moon Mark Silver" weapon in the hands of the late King's living remains.

After a brief contact, the pale glow emanating from the blade in Hezmutt's hand faded into a deathly dim, while the blade of the pseudo-sun, which was burning with spots of light, only cooled slightly and seemed unaffected by the exchange.

"My late king, my elder brother, my compatriots... the war of destruction is long over, and I hope you can rest now."

For Shiodia, dealing with a relentlessly pressing Apostle of the past was no easy task, even if the other party was merely a living corpse devoid of its own self. She had already exerted all her strength simply by retreating and maneuvering, daring not to relax for a moment.

The nobleman's ceremonial robes were now tattered due to numerous tears, and blood was slowly seeping from the cuts on his fair skin beneath his undergarments.

However, there was no trace of dishevelment in her eyes or expression; she maintained an almost composed demeanor.

Xitia's gaze seemed indifferent and calm, no different from usual... but the emotions hidden deep within her were surging more intensely than ever before.

Burying her compatriots and settling scores with her enemies—this was something she should have done since the beginning of a thousand years ago. It was also an unforgettable, lightless dream she clung to during the tens of thousands of days and nights spent trapped in the mid-ocean ridge prison.

At this moment, my wish has finally come true.

"Ho..."

Hezmut let out a beast-like growl, seemingly wanting to step forward and swing his sword again, but his body did not move accordingly. Unbeknownst to him, dozens, even hundreds, of invisible [Mercury Strings] had already tightly bound his limbs.

As a secret technique of lunar phases, the sword in the hands of the late king's living corpse could easily cut it off.

However, "Moonlight Silver" has already fallen into darkness and gloom after the previous head-on collision, and it is unlikely that it will be able to regain its invincible pale radiance in the short term.

With light, quick steps, Shitia's bare feet trod across the brick floor, bloodstains, and embers, swiftly and deftly approaching Hazmut.

The next moment, the pseudo-sun sword pierced the chest of the former king's living corpse.

The bodies of those of the Apostle rank possess a strength unimaginable to mortals, and almost none of them have any physical "vital points." They have shed their former selves, relinquishing the frailty that their bodies were born with.

However, the radiance of the primordial sun will shine equally on all, and will also equally burn and annihilate all.

Light and flame brewed and accumulated within Hezmut's body, then spread out in a spiderweb-like pattern on his skin covered with pale blue scales, emanating an undisguised scorching heat, and the air distorted, revealing a faint rose-red hue.

Within moments, the cracks spread from the chest of the former King Hyjal to every part of his body, penetrating from the outside in and reaching every limb and bone.

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but as Hazmute was on the verge of collapse, Shitia vaguely felt him gazing at her.

It was a mixture of guilt, relief, and the liberation of finally returning to peace.

Or perhaps, it's just an illusion. It's merely a delusion that quietly arose deep within Shitia's subconscious, a belief she herself holds.

After all, Hezmutt's spirit had long since passed away, so how could a corpse reveal such a complex and profound expression?

As the intense, red-hot heat accumulated to its limit, the ancient king of Hyjal's living remains finally disintegrated completely.

A loud bang, an explosion, and a flash of light. The expected scene did not appear.

Hezmutt's demise was silent; his shattered body transformed into golden-red flames that swirled and scattered, blooming like flowers in a dazzling display.

Like all the ancient apostles, he left behind his own remnants. As the ashes dissipated, a crystal-clear "heart" gradually emerged, radiating a soft and clear light.

Following the oldest and most solemn mourning ritual among the nobles of Heil, Shitia stretched out her blood-stained and scorched hands, cupped the heart that had turned into a pale crystal, and then parted her lips to place it in her mouth.

Although she did not chant, the melody of the "Elegy for the Coffin" seemed to quietly echo within this bone palace.

"Hmm...it seems that Ms. Shitia has already resolved her troubles."

Fran blinked lightly, then turned his gaze back to Melvis.

Siodia was originally a mythical creature belonging to the fifth tier. After consuming Hezmut's finger bone in the fallen city of Morion, she briefly gained Apostle-like qualities. In addition, she was also a highly accomplished practitioner of arcane arts. (Eight)

When both sides are evenly matched, she possesses the ability and qualifications to stand alone against the living Hezmut. The reason she was almost entirely suppressed in the confrontation was because of the sword-shaped relic forged from crescent moon fragments.

Therefore, Fran chose to hand Sigrid over to Shiodia, allowing the two Heil nobles in their duel to regain "balance" in terms of material conditions.

At the same time, an unexpected noise came from the outer doors of the Bonestone Sanctuary.

With the sharp sounds of several sword blades slicing through metal, the heavy archway, covered with intricate patterns, instantly crumbled into pieces, and a figure clad in a hunter's bodysuit stepped through the swirling dust and entered the sanctuary.

"The clearing around the Star Abyss Society's research institute is complete, Dr. Fran." Ling

It was obvious that the newcomer was Sister Heda, who was carrying the power sword "Nirvana".

“My dear Haida, you have come at just the right time. It is a rare opportunity to witness the final moments of a secret cult... I would have been quite disappointed if you had not been there.”

Fran tilted his cheek and greeted the approaching nun with a touch of intimacy.

Haida nodded slightly in return.

Soon, she noticed the Abyss Palace, located in the center of the sanctuary, slowly collapsing beneath its bone-stone windows. Melvis was desperately trying to shrink himself into this illusory form, as if he had lost all aggression and awareness of the outside world.

"That's... Melvis?"

Haida frowned, her expression serious yet tinged with confusion.

Fran responded quickly to the question, while also providing a brief description of the events and circumstances.

"Yes. I took a small souvenir from Melvis, and he seemed a little unwell afterward. But I think he should be able to recover... probably."

At this point, she didn't forget to squeeze the no longer beating, bright red thing in her hand as a demonstration.

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At this moment, Melvis, having lost his heart, is no longer able to think clearly.

All he could do was instinctively tighten his grip on the fading phantom, as if trying to hold onto something he was about to lose. Amplified by the corpse of the Abyss Well, the collapse of the [Abyss Well Skeleton Palace] secret technique was temporarily halted, but ultimately it wouldn't last long.

Damn it, how could I be so stupid, dull, and dull?

And just like that, the enemy's heart was easily stolen without them even realizing it... No, don't think about that. It's all already happened, and there's no point in dwelling on past oversights.

Regardless, I must carry out the will of the ancestors of Yuanhai. That is the meaning of the Xingyuan Society's existence, and also the long-cherished wish and mission of the Lingchao people.

Although the state of the divine remains is not yet perfect, lacking sacrifices and extremely incomplete, I have little time left and have no choice but to forcibly awaken Him.

Oh...wake up? I think I'm really going crazy.

How utterly ridiculous! Only those purists who presume to free the Pure White Cup from its eternal slumber would use such a term. Has humanity ever needed gods? When has the celestial arbiter ever offered salvation? And why would we create an object of worship and veneration for ourselves?

Rather than "awakening" the remains of an ancient deity, what the Listeners truly want to do is "enjoy" it.

Gormouth has been a chaotic and treacherous land of despair since the first era of the Lost Age, teeming with cockroaches and other evil offspring that swarm across the wasteland, sea monsters that climb ashore every full moon, and pervasive pollution and curses...

It was the Listeners who helped establish the only order in the royal court of Geronsen.

Do the gods, whether high in the sky or buried deep in the shadows, respond to prayers? Did the well, in the era that has not yet passed, ever bestow gifts upon the struggling people of Golmouth? The answer is undoubtedly no.

On the contrary, He who fell into death is the source of all suffering in the land of the deep sea.

One day, the ancient people, from the depths of the sea, glimpsed this great being who had already passed away. Its body was close at hand, and its authority was within reach.

So what if it's disgusting? So what if it's bitter? So what if it's corrupt?

He has been placed on the table.

Why not hold a banquet? Why not share the food? Why not enjoy it?

What a pity that the only dish was not yet perfect. What an honor that I will be the final taster, carrying the wishes of our ancestors across the first thousand years of history.

Mad thoughts surged like a storm, but Melvis's self-awareness had completely dissipated; he was merely unconsciously and mechanically repeating a chewing motion. And at the last moment, he activated the ritual array within this Bone Stone Sanctuary, sealed for millennia.

The first type of ritual: [The Feast for the Vast Beings].

This is a taboo against swallowing, chewing, and desecrating sublime things with a weak mortal body, which is exactly the opposite in principle from the [Floral Garden] that Karmion once used.

The latter dedicate their lives to something higher, while the former, with their voluptuous spirits, feast with something even higher.

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Chapter 193 Walking Alone in the Dust

Almost every religious order has its own unique title for the deity it worships.

Just as the hunters of the Mysteries call the God of Hunting "Master of Hunting," the researchers of the Exorcists call the White Cup "Pioneer," and the priests of the Red Cup praise Him as "Great Mother"... Oh, in this context, "she" would be a more appropriate pronoun.

However, most of the time, the Listeners of the Star Abyss Society would call Yuanjing by his name directly, or refer to him as "corpse" with a hint of contempt.

They never truly worshipped this ancient deity who had perished in the depths of antiquity. The reason they used the Star Abyss Society as the name of their order was merely to deceive others and conceal their monstrous ambitions that had been dormant for a thousand years.

What a horrifying idea it is to swallow the remnants of gods, chew their bones, and savor their taste!

Let alone putting it into practice, even just having a vague idea flash through one's mind for a moment would be an unforgivable blasphemy. What exactly has motivated the Listening Tide team to push this plan to its current stage?

Greed, desire, and hatred... probably a combination of all of them.

The Bone Stone Sanctuary was suddenly stirred by an indescribable forbidden spiritual energy, resembling a continuously spreading black haze, exuding an ominous and malicious aura.

Heda pursed her lips slightly, a strong warning coming from her psychic premonition of danger.

"It is a first-class ceremony, and it is extraordinary in both size and scale. Structurally, it seems to be somewhat similar to Carmion's [Banquet Garden]."

Using her knowledge of esoteric rituals, the nun quickly assessed the current situation.

At the same time, soUSuO:lin＆林岓〉□簏／…≌、咝♀'塶汐蒂亚's white throat trembled slightly as she completely swallowed the pale prism formed from Hezmutt's heart.

Her aura grew increasingly deep and ethereal, and she was only a hair's breadth away from truly stepping onto the sixth step.

After completing the mourning ceremony for the late king, she quickly dispelled her dazed state and focused her attention on the ritual array around her, which was filled with strangely colored spiritual light.

These prayers are engraved on every part of the massive corpse in the well, like swarms of ants, flies, or maggots clinging to the bones.

"This is the secret of the Star Abyss Society..."

As a master of occult arts from the Lost Era of Decay, and an expert in almost all ancient cryptic texts, Xitia understood the essence of the prayers in the ritual array within a few breaths, even just by observing them with the naked eye.

That is blasphemy, usurpation, and encroachment upon the divine.