Chapter 369: Ch.368 Corpse Revival

Chapter 369: Ch.368 Corpse Revival

Bobo also began at the same time as Albera. He approached another corpse, a deceased mage whose mouth had elongated into a crocodile-like snout. Bobo didn't even need to pull out a magnifying glass—the body had already expanded.

Albera's magic hit the corpse, causing it to react, with more intestines pouring out.

Previously, it looked like a bare red tree trunk, but now it resembled a giant cauliflower.

"Tsk, can I smoke here?" she asked Man-Bat, who politely replied that there was nothing flammable here, so she could go ahead.

Albera lit a cigarette, quietly observing the changes in the corpse—from a beginning stage, to a violent transformation, then stopping.

She nodded, flicking the ash casually.

"I think I understand a bit now. These corpses exhibit something similar to Hell rot, but there are differences." She kicked the intestines at her feet with her high heel. "It's a kind of extra-dimensional decay—a mutation of the flesh to adapt to external stimuli. You can think of it as a sign. These corpses are preparing for something in the future."

"Corpses? Future?" Su Ming shook his head. "Their only future is the crematorium."

"Ha, of course. But if someone or something intervenes before they reach the crematorium, it changes everything." Albera smiled at Su Ming, the corpses proving her point. "The magic in our world is changing—retaliating against its users. It started with extra-dimensional energy; soon enough, it'll be Hell or Heaven's energies."

Su Ming pondered, touching one of the corpses. Stranglehold quickly provided feedback: 'It can eat, but it's toxic to humans.'

"The more magic in their bodies, the more rampant their tissue growth. They're turning into magical fertilizer," Su Ming deduced.

"Agreed. Whatever wants to take root in our world must feed on magic," Albera said indifferently, taking out a bottle. She knew trouble was coming; might as well drink while she was still alive.

"Caw, caw, caw, caw, caw."

Detective Chimp tilted his head. He thought he heard something—like a distant noise coming from underground.

"Is the dragon skeleton in the main hall loosening?"

"No, the metal anchoring those bones is promethium," Diana denied, also drawing her weapon. She had heard the sound too.

As they looked around, the corpse in front of Detective Chimp suddenly opened its mouth, lunging at his furry face.

Fortunately, he was short, and by ducking down, he avoided the bite.

All the corpses in the morgue began to move. Whatever form they were in, they struggled to rise from the dissection tables, launching an attack on the group.

"The abomination is approaching."

"The abomination will consume you."

The severed heads on the ground kept repeating these phrases. Su Ming lost interest after a few repetitions.

He used his greatsword to crush each head, like smashing tomatoes on the ground.

"Tsk, tsk. No demon I know is as gory as you," Albera commented from the back, cigarette in mouth.

"At least I don't serve roasted infants at dinner," Su Ming retorted, sheathing the greatsword. "These should be burned sooner rather than later. Where's Kirk? Get him to clean up."

Diana quietly put away her weapon. The speed and precision Su Ming had just shown were frightening. When they sparred, he'd obviously held back.

Such speed didn't require intricate techniques—just sheer velocity was enough to make defense difficult, let alone his mastery of advanced swordsmanship.

She pointed at the ceiling. In the darkness, a pair of glowing eyes stared down—Man-Bat was hanging upside down.

"The serum made him lose his mind. The bat instinct has taken over. I'll call in the Blackhawks to clean up."

Su Ming neither agreed nor disagreed. There were enough close-combat fighters in the team now—he and Diana as front and rear guards were more than enough to protect the squad.

Man-Bat was optional.

Detective Chimp and Albera were the magical consultants. This team was enough to solve the current problems of the magical world.

"Albera, what's your take?"

Albera elegantly blew a smoke ring, tilting her head against the wall. "My take? Magic is starting to rot. If it's a tree, the roots are the issue. If it's a fruit, the seed's gone bad. If it's a person, it's a brain problem."

Bobo examined the bodies on the ground, relying on his experience and insight to judge. "I agree with Barbie's assessment. The magic in our world is decaying at its core. We need to talk to whoever is overseeing the world's magical order."

Albera scoffed, spitting to the side. "Magic is inherently chaotic. Trying to control it with order is a death wish."

Surprisingly, Bobo didn't argue with her. He nodded instead. "You're right. The rule of mages solving magical problems by themselves should've been done away with long ago."

Since Bobo wasn't arguing, Albera found it boring. "Alright, I'll take you to find Doctor Fate first. If he won't talk, Deathstroke, do you have a way?"

Su Ming squinted, pointing up at the Hall of Justice above them. "With a bit of preparation, I could even make a rock talk. His helmet is just a slightly tougher rock."