The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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With such ulterior motives at heart, the reasons behind the Star Abyss Society's past "War of Annihilation" against Heir have been explained on other levels. If the two sides continue their in-depth cooperation according to their previous oath, the likelihood of this secret being discovered will only increase.

In addition, the mysterious knowledge possessed by the Heir remnants can greatly help the Listeners accelerate their research process... In this light, their betrayal may have been premeditated and destined long ago.

But is such an absurd plan really feasible?

"...Perhaps, Melvis really can succeed."

As if sensing Shitia's doubts, Fran offered her opinion with a subtle expression. Rather than forcibly stopping the ritual, she was more interested in seeing just how far this guild leader could go.

"But...why?"

Sita had no intention of questioning Fran, but she was indeed eager to know the underlying principles.

She has a vague sense of possibility, but some details are still unclear. Instead of aimlessly speculating, talking to the doctors around her is undoubtedly a more efficient option.

Haida also turned her gaze to Fran, waiting to hear the doctor's answer.

Seeing this, Fran couldn't help but purse her lips into a gentle smile. If the situation weren't so inappropriate, she probably would have taken out her round-framed glasses from her pocket and started lecturing...

"Integrate the conditions, analyze the factors, and then make a judgment." - lin

While continuing her narration, she maintained her observation of the state of the [Abyss Palace]. After Melvis activated the ritual within the sanctuary, the collapse of the colossal phantom had ceased, and it was now in a strangely stable state.

"Think about it, what is the most important yet most puzzling research the Star Abyss Society has conducted so far?" (San)

Upon hearing this, Shitia and Haida each closed their eyes slightly, beginning to recall their many discoveries in Morion and their encounter with Karmion in the fallen city. 5

After a moment, Haida spoke first, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

"The reasons why the Listeners do this, including the biological transformation into living remains and the large-scale artificial Heil experiments conducted in secret, are still unclear."

"Hmm~ as sharp as ever." (Swelling)

Fran nodded slightly in approval of Haida's conclusion.

"There is no doubt that the fragile mortal body cannot withstand the immense power emanating from something sublime. But what if the one tasting it is not Melvis alone? Since this is a 'feast,' the host who arranged everything will certainly not enjoy the food alone." H

"There need to be guests, isn't there?"

The doctor's suggestion seemed like a parable, but the two people beside her understood her meaning almost instantly.

After all, they also had their own guesses about this, and were only a hair's breadth away from the answer.

After a moment's thought, Sister Haida drew her power sword "Nirvana," and with her [Mechanized Spirit Body], unleashed an invisible, intangible gray-white sword shadow that landed directly on the ritual array entwined within the Bone Stone Sanctuary's architectural structure. q

The jet-black prayer, like ants marching in formation, snapped at the slightest touch, but then began to writhe and mend itself as if alive. This colossal palace, located deep within the Star Abyss Academy's research institute… was beginning to regain its immense, transcendent vitality.

Unlike Franna's "let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve" attitude, this nun maintained the decisive and ruthless nature typical of a Hunter. She would never allow a threat to develop, striving to eliminate it completely before danger even began to brew.

If the chief hunter were here, he would do the same.

Even if Yaheng did not realize the true nature of the [Feast of the Vanishers] ritual, he would still destroy the entire building and tear apart all the prayers in sight when the sanctuary showed signs of disturbance.

However, this task was already challenging even for the infamous Chief Hunter, and even more difficult for Haida. The entire Bonestone Sanctuary was of unprecedented size and scale; in fact, this palace was merely one of the many limbs from the Abyss's corpse.

Although they chose a path completely different from the White Cup's deniers, the Listeners of the Tide maintained the utmost rigor in carrying out their audacious, trans-era ambition.

They had anticipated that the feast and ceremony might be interfered with in the final stages, and therefore prepared numerous contingency plans.

Fran, however, seemed unwilling to stop it.

First, her experiments at the bottleneck stage of her anatomy clearly required a "divine individual," and high-quality material was readily available. Second, the rebirth of ancient, mysterious deities is also a trend in this historical context.

Without going beyond control, the doctor had no intention of hindering its progress.

Even her previous opposition, interference, and obstruction can be seen as a kind of "urging".

It is much easier to resolve a forbidden ritual that is hastily and forcibly invoked than to have Melvis meticulously prepare all the conditions step by step until they are almost perfect.

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The perimeter of the Star Abyss Society Research Institute.

Because they needed to thoroughly remove all protective measures along the way to eliminate any potential hazards, the White Cup Exterminators were not moving quickly. After all, this was the headquarters of the Star Abyss Society, and many stubborn Listeners still remained in each area.

However, under the command of the head of security, Danfas, the entire cleanup process remained orderly.

As a seasoned refutationist in charge of the academy's defenses, Danfas was no stranger to this kind of work. Compared to those field missions that were highly clandestine and extremely dangerous, this mission could even be considered easy.

The commander of the purging forces at the funeral court was the esoteric scholar Zoparos.

The old man was initially reluctant to take on such a troublesome task, but after Haida's earnest request, he reluctantly agreed. Afterward, Haida immediately broke away from the group and began a solo assault at an astonishing speed; she has since disappeared from sight.

"This child looks very composed, but in reality, she is just as unreasonable and impatient as her father."

"It's probably the influence of the Great Plague, like that little madman Yaheng... Ever since the Norrington catastrophe ended, he's been terrified of 'absence.' He'll search for the most dangerous places at any cost and then crash into them like a lunatic."

Zoparos sighed, but didn't say anything more about it.

As one of the most senior arcane masters in the Funeral Court, he has witnessed almost all the changes in the Order of the Mystics over the past century. Not to mention Haida or Yaheng, even the previous chief hunter was someone he watched join the reserve force.

5 Similarly, he also witnessed too much death.

Yesterday, a shy, smiling young man was bowing and greeting him; today, he is a mutilated skeleton buried in a coffin and burned to ashes… This has been nothing new for Zoparos.

The former chief hunter, the former medical secretary, all the secretaries of general affairs who were dead but not dead, and those ordinary hunters whose specific appearances are now difficult to recall.

Zoparos felt his thoughts drifting, and shook his head to dispel the scattered distractions in his mind. But at that moment, he suddenly felt a strong, almost instinctive, throbbing sensation on a spiritual level.

"A startlingly forbidden spirituality. Its purity, scale, and size, along with this unsettling sense of disgust... it is almost entirely more dangerous than the [Call the Drinker] that appeared in Norrington before."

He frowned, yet couldn't hide his excitement.

"I need to get the young men to speed things up, otherwise if we miss this unrecorded first type of ritual, I won't be able to close my eyes in peace even when I die..."

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Modwell, Naurmaran Grand Hotel.

Since Prince Gunther activated the "living corpse" protocol, nearly one-fifth of the citizens of Mordway have exhibited uncontrollable mutations. Their skin has begun to grow scales, tentacles, appendages, or calcareous carapaces.

The whole process is quick and swift; in just a few breaths, they will transform into degraded, mindless Hail.

Of course, due to individual differences, those with milder symptoms will only experience unbearable pain, while those with more severe symptoms may instantly fall into the abyss of evil.

But before that, everything happened without warning.

The aberrant person could be someone's parents, children, relatives, or even their bedmate. Before night falls and the stars and moon rise, life seems to go on as usual, no different from yesterday.

Until one moment they suddenly contorted their faces, hysterically wailing and hissing, their spines thrashing wildly like snakes, and finally these bloody, mangled contents, along with blood vessels, mucous membranes and nerves, broke free from the outer layer of skin.

"Ah! Ahhh!"

A young hotel maid watched as her business manager turned into a living corpse before her eyes, and she trembled all over. Even though she covered her mouth, she could not suppress her sobbing scream.

She collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face, her legs twitching involuntarily.

If it weren't for the fact that she was busy with work in the evening and hadn't had time to drink water, this maid would probably have already lost control of her bladder. Given Mordway's current condition, being torn apart and eaten is likely her only fate.

However... fate seems to be on her side today.

"Be quiet."

A calm, slightly flippant female voice rang out.

The maid instinctively turned around and immediately discovered that the head maid, who had suddenly resigned a few days ago, had appeared beside her.

Before she could ask a question or make any response, the head maid had already taken action on her own.

But then she grabbed the business manager's constantly twisting neck and deftly bent it at a certain joint.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the spine that was about to burst out of the body was quickly calmed down.

"Find an empty room, hide inside, and close the doors and windows. If you want, you can hide under the bed or in the closet. If you're lucky, it will all be over by tomorrow morning."

Cluster Feathers did not come to the Naurmaran Hotel on purpose; she just happened to be passing by.

As a highly professional and experienced intelligence operative, she clearly didn't want to attract attention. But since she had already given up her position as head hotel maid, saving her former colleague wouldn't hurt.

"Having lived in Modway for so many years, I never expected that this place would also be struck by a natural disaster. It's really hard to get used to."

"Well... actually, it would be more accurate to call it a 'man-made disaster'."

The business manager from earlier was the last survivor on this floor of the hotel, but at this moment, Mordway is close to falling, and evil spirits are wandering around every corner of the street, with the possibility of them flooding into the building.

"Modway is now in a situation almost like the fallen city. Transportation is completely paralyzed, and you can't leave even if you want to. It's really troublesome... I guess only that guy Yaheng would willingly venture into a place like this."

"The messenger from beyond the borders has already delivered the intelligence, but it's unclear when he'll be able to cross the desert and arrive from Attilius."

"Goo!"

Just then, the eagle owl Goreid, located outside the hotel building, let out a cry, indicating that it had detected something amiss.

Tuyu immediately covered one eye with her hand, sharing Goryd's vision with the secret technique [Calling Bird].

Looking down, the monstrous creatures of the abyss that had been swarming and crawling along the street had all been silently beheaded, reduced to withered, shriveled corpses.

"Their heads have been removed? It can't be..."

Seeing the scene before him, Cu Yu narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming somewhat subtle. Wu

A cold, brief, deep male voice echoed in the lamplight behind her, responding to the question. (tumor)

"it's me."

As he spoke, Yaheng lowered the brim of his tricorn hat. Zhong

Even now, glimpses of dark yellow sand could still be seen in his leather hunting attire, suggesting he had begun his arduous journey to Gormouth day and night the moment he received the message. His body still retained the heat of the Attilian sun, his robes tattered, and he was utterly travel-worn.

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Chapter 194 Shadows of the Past

Inside the Bone Stone Sanctuary, a research facility of the Star Abyss Society, the illusory image of the Abyss surrounding Melvis has become increasingly stable, and has even formed a physical entity resembling an incarnation.

The massive shell, composed of coral bone and echinoderms, reveals a fissure that slowly opens and closes like a mouthpart.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

Each opening and closing of the illusory rift carried a mountain-like weight. At the same time, a resounding sound, whether chewing or swallowing, echoed throughout the hall.

Beside the core altar of the Bone Stone Sanctuary are dozens of pale stone coffins. With each snap of their jaws, one coffin shatters, and the contents within disintegrate into a blood mist like minced meat, becoming spiritual sustenance for the phantom of the Abyss.

It was a living skeleton made from the corpses of the past presidents of the Star Abyss Society, and it was an indispensable prerequisite for achieving the [Feast of the Vanishers].

If Melvis's plan had proceeded as originally intended, without Fran's obstruction or interference, then the person lying on the central altar now would be the last surviving member of the Abyss Clan, Xidia Heil.

As the form of the [Yuanjing Skeleton Palace] becomes more and more complete and solid, the second phase of the ritual begins.

Just as lambs are already plump and strong, and chicks are already full of feathers.

Before the satiated pleasure had subsided, slaughter and consumption followed in quick succession. The sacrificial offerings greedily and blindly devoured the other offerings, unaware that their fates would ultimately converge.

"despair!"

Having lost its heart and become a living corpse, Melvis bit down on its upper and lower jaws, its two rows of teeth clamping together in an almost smashing motion. A huge gap also appeared in the outer Bone Sanctuary, as if it were the hideous teeth marks left by an invisible colossus.

After just a small, tentative bite, his body already showed signs of collapse, decay, and decay.

This is the price of blaspheming the gods with a fragile mortal body. Even if the other party has been gone for thousands of years, their principles and authority have been plundered, and their deeper essence has long since sunk into nothingness.

However, what is happening now is merely a formality.

At a grand and magnificent banquet, the host, who has arranged everything, is always the first to pick up the cutlery and enjoy the food. Only after this are the invited guests given the right to touch the food on their plates.

At this moment, the living corpses wandering within the city of Mordway slowly raised their heads, their empty and lifeless gazes fixed on a distant place. As if summoned by some unseen force, they began to devoutly kowtow and kneel in worship.

Everyone who has undergone biological experiments by the Star Abyss Society is a "guest" holding an invitation to this "Feast of the Supernatural".

Whether they liked it or not, they all snapped their jaws shut and chewed. A twisted and bizarre expression of "happiness" appeared on their ashen, zombie-like faces.

"Cough...cough, cough..."

While spying on the battle from the Bonestone Sanctuary, Detricka also felt an indescribable hunger rising within her. She didn't know what this meant, and could only grip her chin tightly with both hands, trying her best to suppress the intense urge to chew.

Seeing the strange behavior of the raider, Fran reacted immediately.

She lightly raised her wrist, and the pure white branches of the Dawn Lily instantly burst forth, entangling Detricka and pulling her into the area enveloped by the shimmering light that dispelled dust and impurities, severing the invisible connection of the sanctuary ritual array.

"it is as expected."