The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Suddenly, Rosalie's crimson eyes flickered slightly. She even quickened her pace.

"That person is not far ahead!"

Although she was initially somewhat unsure, as she got closer to the injured person, the smell of blood became increasingly strong. Eventually, she was able to easily pinpoint his location.

Rosalie walked through the dark and secluded corner, where she saw the cold, black muzzles of several guns.

There were six of them in total, four of whom were hunters holding guns, ready to fire. One of them was carrying a wounded man on his back.

"Sister Haida?" The hunters quickly spotted Haida behind Rosalie and immediately lowered their raised weapons.

"it's me."

Haida then displayed the platinum horizontal prism pendant around her neck, meticulously demonstrating her identity to them according to the established procedure.

"Let me briefly describe what happened, everyone."

The hunter carrying the wounded nodded and began to recount their previous ordeal.

"Near the pressure-regulating water tank area, we encountered a strange evil offspring. It attacked the team leader and took his communication device... as well as parts of his facial skin."

"That thing is very agile and can move by clinging to walls and pillars. Its body can also withstand arcane bullets to some extent, and the burns from the prayers can only barely repel it."

"Special evil heir..."

Haida then observed the group leader who was being carried on the back of his team member.

The skin on his face, from his ears to his neck, was completely gone, and the gauze covering his exposed muscles was soaked with blood. His consciousness was also blurred due to massive blood loss, and his pupils were unfocused and lifeless.

“Take him back the way you came. Our colleagues from the Medical Division are on standby on the ground. I’ll track down the guy.”

"Yes."

The hunters in the fourth group also knew that their leader was in critical condition and that time could not be wasted, so they agreed to Haida's request and headed towards the exit.

Before they left, Haida used a wooden-handled folding knife to remove a piece of blood-stained medical gauze to use for tracking.

Since that special evil offspring took the face of the fourth group leader, it must also be stained with his blood.

Heda looked at Byers' severed arm, who could only crawl slowly on the ground, and then at Rosalie, who had all her limbs intact, and quickly made a judgment.

"Miss Rosalie, if I may be so bold, could you possibly locate the evil offspring based on the bloodstains on that face?"

Rosalie narrowed her eyes slightly upon hearing this, and it wasn't until this moment that she began to understand.

My current position in Sister Heda's heart is probably similar to that of "humanity's best friend"...

She felt a little annoyed and unconsciously bit her lip, causing her cheeks to flush.

But business is business, and now is not the time to be emotional. As things stand... Rosalie is indeed able to track that evil heir through blood.

"The scent of blood does indeed extend to another place, but I can only roughly discern the direction."

Filled with unspeakable shame, she once again took on the task of leading the team.

……

Before the massive, imposing concrete shaft, amidst the densely crisscrossing metal pipes, a deathly pale figure was crawling incessantly.

"Hehe... Secret order... Three-colored amaranth..."

It held half a mangled human face in its hands, playing with it as if it were a precious treasure. Every now and then, it would cover its own face with it, seemingly completely unconcerned about the sticky, semi-congealed blood that had gotten on it.

Whenever this evil offspring puts its face on the mask, it can parrot human speech. Although it only says one sentence, it sounds exactly like a real person.

Its body was entirely composed of fleshy white nerve tissue, resembling a slug. On its tree-like, twisted limbs, draped a bright red robe... which consisted of dozens of human skins sewn together.

"No, don't kill me..."

"I must go back, my child is waiting for me..."

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts... It hurts! Ah... Let me die..."

It kept switching the faces on the fur coat, and the sounds it made changed accordingly. There were men and women, there were pleas for mercy filled with fear, and there were sobs with tears streaming down its face.

In the shadows behind a concrete wall, Haida and the others, remaining silent, had been observing the evil offspring for some time.

Even as she suppressed her emotions, she could still feel a surge of terror rising inexplicably up her spine.

They look so alike! They're practically identical...Q

The writhing, pale nerves and the robe sewn from skin were almost identical to the form of "The Suffering Walker" Hoven when he activated his Sainthood.

But Huo Wen was clearly dead.

He died in the Hunger Club from Dr. Fran's sensory-altering drugs, and before the servant in the cup arrived, his other half was executed by his own hand. Could this be another ascetic priest?

No… Huo Wen is a “favored one” of the Crimson Cup. His blessing is to transform all his flesh and blood into nerves, allowing him to experience endless pain. While not entirely unique, this form is certainly not easily replicated…

Haida closed her eyes and focused her mind, clearing the chaotic thoughts in her head. She then raised her hand and drew the power sword "Nirvana" from its sheath.

Regardless of who this evil heir is, her resolve will not change. As a proverb circulates in the Funeral Court… only the dead are the good evil heirs.

"Bang!" Lu

The roar of gunfire suddenly rang out, like a punch slamming into the bass keys of a piano.

Huo Wen, who was slowly crawling along the wall, was hit head-on. The Hunter's Prayer inscribed on the steel-core bullet flashed with a dazzling blue light, leaving a shallow gash on his body.

Huo Wen convulsed wildly, his nerve tendrils then losing their grip and falling to the floor.

After confirming the hit, Haida tucked the pistol back into her waistband, switched to wielding her sword with both hands, and lunged forward.

"Hehe..."

As Haida approached, Huo Wen, who had been struggling, suddenly swung his nerve-based tentacles as if wielding a long whip.

The pale, translucent flesh and nerves quickly solidified, transforming into hard bone spurs.

The second-tier superior secret technique, [Bone Control], even uses the same secret technique as Huo Wen...

The bone spikes clashed with the adamantite-forged power sword, and after a series of metallic clangs, the former shattered into a pile of bone fragments.

But Heda also took a step back after this exchange. This was the first time she had suffered a loss in a head-on, pure strength confrontation since she met Dr. Fran.

Unlike Hoven of the Hungry Club, this guy in front of me has already completed the transformation into a Holy Heir. His strength, vitality, and speed have all reached a whole new level.

The human mind and reason... were the price Hoven paid. However, he still retained the cunning of a wild beast.

"Woo, woo..."

With undisguised mockery, Huo Wen selected another face from his fur coat and put it on. A childish sob followed.

"Ugh, it's so dark here. I can't feel my hands anymore, but I think my right foot is still there... Mom, where are you?"

"..."

Haida's chestnut-grey eyes froze slightly.

Although she remained silent, a vein bulged on her forehead like a snake.

Just then, a lead bullet struck Huo Wen in the center of his body, causing him to stagger. The area where he was hit began to dissolve and liquefy, flowing onto the ground like pus.

Utus raised his classic flintlock musket and blew away the smoke from the muzzle.

His flintlock pistol was a relic with a solidified second-class ritual called "Shaping Energy," capable of randomly transforming objects it hits into one of the solid, liquid, or gaseous states.

This is a relatively inefficient ancient ritual, but it is highly lethal to living organisms.

However, its drawbacks are also obvious... The loading process of the flintlock pistol is so slow that it's a pain in the ass. After firing one shot, it can basically only be used as a fire poker.

Such a perfect opportunity to attack was one that Haida could not possibly miss.

The dual-powered sword "Nie" trembled violently, as if it could sense the anger in the wielder's hand as she gripped the hilt tightly.

In the blink of an eye, Huo Wen was cut into a pile of pale, lifeless pieces by Hai Da who had stepped forward.

Whether it's flexible nerves or hard bone, they are indistinguishable under the sharp edge of "Nirvana" monomolecules.

"Ascetic, no matter how many substitutes you have, how many lives you have, or how many times you appear... I will accompany you. It's just another death."

Although Linghuwen's body was in pieces, it still twisted its tree-like nerve tendrils, trying to reassemble itself. It was not dead... but it had also lost enough strength to activate [Bone Control] for a short time.

While the Holy Heir transformed from Huo Wenxian's own power was immense, its raw material was, after all, human. It was worlds apart from the dragon-like Holy Heir of Norrington in the future, utterly incomparable.

Just as Haida took out the ritual materials and was preparing to set up the three types of rituals [Dissolving Evil] to harmlessly dispose of Huo Wen's remaining body, her movements suddenly stopped.

This is Huo Wen's third appearance.

Thoughts flashed through Haida's mind like an electric current, and she almost immediately recalled the "reminder" Fran had left on her forehead earlier.

Dr. Fran is trying to tell me that the Red Cup Priest who appears in the Plum Moon Festival is not one-half... but one-third?

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If there's any interaction with us... (A thought that seems optimistic)

Chapter 81 The Predestined Number

900 grams of canned mercury, 10 grams of polluting crystal clusters, 260 grams of spider offspring egg sacs, 90 grams of human ash...

As Haida placed the spiritual materials in her hands one by one into the mercury array on the ground in sequence, the third type of ritual, [Dissolving Evil], quickly took shape.

This is an auxiliary ritual that can be performed by a single person. Although it can dissolve the flesh and contamination of evil offspring, it is slow to activate and has demanding conditions... Therefore, it is generally used to render contaminated corpses harmless in the final stages of the process.

"Such tenacious vitality."

Utus bent down and carefully examined the mushy fragments of Hoven that were constantly dissolving and trying to reassemble, seemingly quite interested in them.

Such an opportunity to observe the remains of the Holy Heir up close... is extremely rare. Previously, he had only seen highly mutilated skeletal specimens, and could only observe them from afar through glass cases.

“Be careful, Professor Utus, don’t get too close. It’s only been torn apart; it’ll be a while before it’s completely dead.”

Haida, noticing that Utus was somewhat engrossed, casually offered a reminder.

However, she didn't say anything more. After all, most naturalists with white cups are like that; they become carried away when they see something new and unfamiliar.

"Thank you for your concern, Sister Haida... I will keep a safe distance."

Out of respect for Haida, Utus quickly took a step back. Although he didn't think the essentially dead remains of the Holy Heir posed any threat, caution was always wise.

Utus was actually more interested in Haida than in Hoven's remains.

Before coming, he thought Professor Terence's description of the head maid of the funeral was exaggerated. For example, the ambush on the high priest and the slit of his throat, and the injury to the "servant in the cup" with only a melee weapon... It sounded like an unreliable gimmick from entertainment news.

But after witnessing Heda kill Hoven with his own eyes, Utus felt that Terence's statement was quite fair, even somewhat conservative.

This funeral maid shattered the bone thorns of the Holy Heir with just a sword, and afterwards she didn't even have a scratch... Moreover, after finding an opportunity to attack, she cut Huo Wen to pieces in a single move, her agility was astonishing.

By the grace of the great forerunners, I can't believe I'm witnessing humanity suppressing the Holy Heirs in a physical confrontation. Heaven knows what the Medical Court's Hunters have been researching all these years...

Vivian brushed a strand of hair, damp with sweat, from her face and gathered it back up.

She didn't fire while Haida was fighting Huo Wen, partly because she was worried about accidentally injuring Haida, and partly because conventional arcane ammunition had limited effect on that guy, and even if it hit, the benefit wouldn't be significant. So she didn't want to try it rashly.

Although she felt like she hadn't done anything and had no sense of participation, running along like this was actually quite tiring. Being Sister Heda's leg accessory was also physically demanding...

Thankfully, she wasn't the only one slacking off. Child, mixed in with the Exterminators, did absolutely nothing either, his presence even less noticeable than hers... Was it because Professor Terence wasn't there?

Rosalie was initially curious about the Holy Heir transformed from the High Priest, but after glancing at Hoven's remains in the ritual array a few times, she lost interest in him.

This creature's body was entirely composed of mutated nerve tentacles, without a single drop of blood, making it impossible to sample.

Of course, even if she obtained Hoven's blood, Rosalie didn't intend to drink it herself... The Noralia family's secret technique allowed them to extract knowledge and memories from blood, but it also had the potential to introduce harmful mental pollution into the brain. One of her sisters had gone mad because of this.

An evil being formed from pure pain must also have blood overflowing with endless suffering.

……

Haida gently touched the pendant-like communication device on her earlobe, awaiting the next secret order confirming her survival. Although Huo Wen's third body was also dead, this mission was not yet over.

The Purification Order is defined as eliminating all threats within a region, destroying nests, eradicating contamination, and wiping out evil beings... until the land is restored to its pure state.

It is clear that the hunters of the Funeral Court have not yet completed a full investigation of the city's drainage system.

"Let's take a short rest and wait until the remains have completely dissolved before continuing deeper."

Just as Haida was wiping the power sword "Nie", a detached and cold voice rang out without warning.

4. "No need."

Aheng, dressed in leather hunting attire and wearing a French tricorn hat, slowly emerged from the shadows beside the pillar.

His steps were silent, yet each step carried immense pressure, as if stepping on the rhythm that made everyone's heartbeats stop. Beneath the shadow of his hat brim, one could vaguely glimpse a pair of deep, chestnut-grey eyes.

"Hoven was the Red Cup Church's last gift to Norrington; they're gone. There's no point in wasting any more time here."

"……How will you be here?"