The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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The pool of blood surged and bubbled like boiling water, followed by countless crow feathers. These once silky tail feathers were now filthy and stuck together in an extremely ugly manner.

"boom!"

A sudden roar of water, like rolling thunder, erupted. Amidst the violent splattering of blood, a dark figure leaped out.

Before the flashes of inspiration could even converge, this uninvited guest, summoned by the ritual of the new god, had already arrived before the tormented.

The two sides were only inches apart, and their breaths could be heard.

With almost no room for resistance, the god who represented torment and suffering had one of his arms torn off.

Upon seeing the scene before her, Sigrid's pupils constricted slightly, not because of the sudden turn of events... but because of the identity of the person who launched the attack.

The opponent was tall and well-proportioned, and beneath the tattered funeral maid's armor, one could vaguely see the well-defined muscle lines. Moreover, the highly recognizable power sword "Nirvana" was hanging on his back.

Without a doubt, the visitor was Sister Heda.

However, at this moment, extremely strong Black Corrosion Dragon characteristics could be seen on her body.

Beneath the crack in the black nun's robe, what was first visible was not the lining or skin, but fine, smooth scales. The dragon tail, normally hidden beneath the skirt armor, was now exposed, swaying excitedly like a snake.

We can see that Heda has the victim's severed, skinless arm in her mouth. She contemptuously tears off a piece and begins to chew, then spits out the minced flesh and blood with disgust. Perhaps the taste of this thing isn't so satisfying.

Sigrid narrowed her eyes and began to observe the condition of the tortured person again.

Besides the missing arm, his body also shows many lacerations from claws and teeth, suggesting that the struggle between the two had already occurred before the summoning ritual began.

Despite the loss of limbs, the victims seem completely unconcerned.

For him, pain and torment were part of his very being. The tearing off of his arm awakened a divinity that had been waning for centuries... and then, three concentric rings of pyrite rose from the pool of blood, slowly and rhythmically rotating around him.

The god of torment sat at the very center of the roulette wheel, each rotation of the ring piercing his own body. ∞№☆∫@（

It was less a weapon and more like a torture device used to hang criminals and punish them.

Seeing this, Haida blinked in confusion, her gray-chestnut eyes filled with an almost chilling ferocity.

Are you deliberately putting yourself in a vulnerable position?

Before her questioning words had even faded, the attack had already begun at the same moment.

The nun raised her hand and drew her power sword "Nirvana" from her back, gripping the hilt with one hand, and brought it down in a sideways slash. The entire sword swing was strangely quiet, as if even the sound of the wind had been shattered by the blade, leaving only a silent echo.

"despair."

The outer ring was cut off.

"despair."

As the inner ring rapidly rotated, it made direct contact with the power sword, causing molten metal to fly everywhere and shatter into pieces.

"despair."

Even though the sword's power had been exhausted, the core ring was still difficult to withstand, and Haida easily broke through it. Then, with a tightening of her wrist and a second burst of strength, she sliced ​​the new god of torment and his instruments of torture in two.

"Is this all that he is worthy of being called a 'god'?"

Haida plunged her power sword into the ground, then raised her hand, clenched her fist, and struck the writhing remains of her opponent in a primal manner.

Shambhala's exposed crimson muscles were so juicy that every punch Haida threw caused blood to splatter, yet they were also extremely tough; the first few punches didn't even manage to break their original shape.

His body was like heavy armor, yet it could not remain stable under the seemingly endless onslaught.

Shambhala's remains collapsed at a visible speed, his bones and muscles shattering and then merging together under the torrential pounding... until the blood stopped flowing and the solid matter was just a lump of soft, rotten mud, red and white, that could not be seen in human form.

Even so, this mass of flesh was still trembling slightly, as if it hadn't completely exhausted its vitality.

However, his life has undeniably come to an end.

"Another punching bag that won't fight back."

Haida pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and the black dragon markings on her body slowly faded away.

Ever since undergoing the "Primarchization Surgery" provided by Fran, a violent urge deeply hidden within her has relentlessly tormented her. Furthermore, the lack of a formidable enemy worthy of her full attention in Norrington recently has forced her to exercise restraint and patience.

Therefore, this moment of catharsis should be especially exhilarating and enjoyable.

Under the influence of the Last Sacrifice, both humans and the "gods" who descended there often resort to violence without reason, and this nun was also able to choose to respond with violence without any psychological burden.

Oh, it feels really good to beat something you hate into a pulp with every punch.

It should be noted that this violent urge is not actually intoxicating or addictive; on the contrary, each outburst brings Heda an unprecedented sense of calm. She can vaguely sense that some kind of change is silently accumulating.

However, this change has not yet reached a true critical state, so there are not many clues yet.

"Sister Haida?"

Seeing that the "tortured" Shanbala had become a mass of flesh and bones that defied description, Sigrid cautiously stepped forward and began to call out Heida's name.

Although the other party seemed to be rational, the battle scene just now was truly brutal... This forced her to prioritize safety and prepare for the worst-case scenario.

Haida nodded slightly upon hearing this, and then offered her greetings in a calm tone.

Good night, Sigrid. I hope my appearance did not frighten you.

Even though her body was covered in sticky, prickly bloodstains, in terms of her demeanor and the feeling she gave off, she was no different from the usual Haida.

Hunters of secrets often maintain unparalleled focus when carrying out annihilation operations, paying attention not only to the enemy but also to every change in the flow of the situation. Since appearing from the ritual ring, the nun had noticed Sigrid's dazzling and intense light and heat, and therefore showed no surprise at this moment.

"Good night, Sister Haida... It's so good to see you."

Sigrid raised her hand and patted her chest, a smile appearing on her lips, her eyes brimming with obvious warmth and joy. In this strange place, filled with unknown dangers, there was nothing more reassuring than reuniting with old friends.

"However, why were you summoned by this ritual ring? Please tell me what you encountered before."

As she spoke, the craftswoman hurried forward with concern, holding a cloth handkerchief to wipe away the bloodstains from Haida. However, Haida seemed to have been soaking in the blood pool for a long time, so much so that her cheeks, hair, and clothes were stained with deep red, making it impossible to wipe her face.

"What happened...that's a long story."

Haida closed her eyes slightly, as if recalling some unpleasant memory.

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Chapter 56 Bohemian Museum [The Last Sacrifice]

After gathering her thoughts, Haida raised her eyebrows and looked at Sigrid, recounting her experience after waking up during this house call.

I woke up deep inside a dimly lit banquet hall.

"Compared to reality, it seems to exist in a special dimension in another way, or perhaps a 'secret realm' in a broader sense. The banquet hall was packed, but there was not a single creature that could be called human... Perhaps they once had human identities, but they are no longer."

"After some contact, I learned that they are called 'New Gods'."

As she spoke, the nun blinked slowly several times.

This wasn't her way of making any suggestive remarks; it was simply because her eyelashes were sticky and uncomfortable from the blood. If the timing weren't so inappropriate, she really wanted to take a shower and, while she was at it, take care of her weapons.

Cleaning gun ammunition that has been soaked in blood is much more troublesome than cleaning ordinary water damage.

4. After simply wiping her eyes with the cloth handkerchief handed to her by Sigrid, Heda continued her story.

"It's unclear what the basis for this judgment was, but the new gods in the banquet hall claimed that I was one of them and invited me to take a seat. After I refused, some of the new gods began to show hostility towards me."

As San spoke of this, she looked at the "tortured" Long Shangbala, who had turned into a mushy substance on the ground.

Zero: "He is one of the hostile new gods."

Wu Haida flexed her fingers, her gray-chestnut eyes remaining as calm and resolute as ever.

She was used to maintaining this unchanging poker face, which effectively concealed her thoughts and emotional changes. Although she appeared quite calm at the moment, her true inner state was actually "inexplicable."

However, this nun was already used to baseless conflicts, struggles, and killings, so she was not confused by them.

Sigrid, drawing on the scene Heda had described, asked a question with concern.

"So... Sister Heda, you encountered several hostile new gods in that banquet hall? The situation must have been very dangerous. Were you injured?"

"There were some battle losses, but not enough to affect operations."

Injuries were commonplace for Heda, so she paid them no heed. She had indeed been injured during their initial encounter due to her unfamiliarity with the new god's characteristics, but the injury was quite minor and had already healed considerably…

"In fact, it would be an exaggeration to describe them as 'gods'."

"If we only consider actual combat capabilities, the new gods are probably no different from high-ranking priests of the fifth tier, and even weaker than those ritual practitioners who are close to apostles."

"The new gods are indeed no longer bound by mortal bodies, but they are far inferior to the true gods. In that banquet hall, they could use their almost indestructible nature to entangle me, but once we entered reality, their physical bodies lost their ability to regenerate and could be destroyed by physical means."

"Besides that, I also got some information from them about the Last Sacrifice..."

Heda meticulously analyzed the essence of the new god, and at the same time, her understanding of this mad festival seemed to be no less than Sigrid's.

"This festival lasts for three days, and now it is the first half of the third day."

Sigrid frowned slightly, a sense of urgency creeping into her heart.

"So, we have to finish the festival before dawn tomorrow?"

"Yes."

Haida nodded slightly, indicating her agreement with the conclusion.

"Time is running out, let's discuss the rest as we go."

…Four∴【○Temple. Scattered∝'晽_…middle】‰transfer】QUN：…

A moment later, the three of them arrived at the washroom of the Saint-Domec orphanage.

As she walked through the corridor, Heda learned from Sigrid about Dr. Fran's current situation and the revelation given by the "Lady of the Mist" who appeared from the Old Ones' rings, and she couldn't help but fall into thought.

"Similar to the outpatient visits in the fourth quarter of last year, this outpatient visit also involves procedures related to human nature restoration. No wonder she has reverted to this state. Is the personality type 'sad' this time?"

"Also, which of the feasible solutions Dr. Fran provided after drinking is the optimal solution..."

As she spoke, Haida turned on the faucet at the washbasin, put a handful of water in her palm, and began to wash her face.

With only one night left for the final sacrifice, she didn't want to waste any time, but being covered in blood was severely hindering her movement. While it was wet, it was manageable, but once the blood had completely dried and congealed, cleaning it would be a much more difficult task…

But in the blink of an eye, Haida had removed all her clothes, then put down her weapons and washed all the parts stained with blood.

The cold liquid slid across her skin, then gradually evaporated under the nun's body temperature, turning into wisps of white mist.

The process of eliminating the physical body of the "victim" was swift and overwhelming, merely a warm-up for Haida. However, she had already endured a long and arduous battle in the New God's Banquet Hall, and a brief bath helped calm both her body and mind.

After cleaning her clothes and weapons, she once again gave the impression of a funeral attendant from the Hunter's Order, rather than an ancient dragon eager to slaughter its prey. She just looked a little damp.

Fortunately, with Sigrid by his side, being soaked wasn't a major problem.

In just a few breaths, the heat will dissipate the moisture that has seeped into the clothes.

"Let's go, Sigrid."

Heda tied her long, loose, grayish-brown hair back into a ponytail for easy movement, and then instructed Sigrid, who was still working on drying the remaining water stains on the power sword "Nie".

"Hmm." Sigrid handed the now-dry power sword back to Heda, but in the instant she responded, she couldn't help but show confusion.

"But...where should we go?"

This is indeed a question that needs to be considered and discussed.

Fran offered two paths: one was to collect all the souls and enter the hollow tower, the other was to activate all the teleportation systems and awaken the mechanical god "Logic." Since there was a choice, there would inevitably be a divergence in the path.

Haida did not give a direct answer upon hearing this, but instead began to outline the sequence of events and her own thoughts.

"If Dr. Fran were here, she would have implemented Plan One, which is to collect the souls of all the participants."

"She has always been like this, adhering to a perfectionist approach that allows no flaws, never considering the difficulty of the problem, only wanting to pursue the 'optimal solution' without any regrets. Her self-demands are strict to the point of being harsh."

"But I prefer option two."

The nun did not offer any further explanation, but Sigrid could still vaguely guess at the other woman's concerns.

"...Because there wasn't enough time, right?"

"Yes."

Haida made no attempt to conceal her thoughts and readily admitted them.

If she had another day and night to spare, she would have thought entering the Hollow Tower would be the best outcome. However, it was already past midnight on the last day, and there was no longer any time to search the city for the contestants who had been scorched by the moon.

That wasn't just one or two people, but more than a dozen scattered throughout Presville. Without any means of finding the objects, even with the tracking skills of a hunter, it would be difficult to find them all quickly.

Even if there were more than ten pigs, it wouldn't be possible to catch them all in one night.

Since Sister Heda favored option two, Sigrid naturally wouldn't object, and after making up their minds, the two began to plan the specific steps.