With a swing of his staff, Jyuuk struck one of the hundreds of arms still furiously climbing out of the woman's corpse. Despite being just barely larger than a regular person's arm, it felt like Jyuuk was striking a truck. It didn't want to budge, but at least with his physical strength, he was able to still at least fracture its bones. If it had bones, at least.
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It didn't seem like it had to obey the general rules of biology that Jyuuk recognized.
Rather than actually being some living being that was summoned here, it was more like a force of disgust and dread that was drawn out through this woman's sacrifice, simply taking the form of hands as if it were the most logical option.
But this dreadful thing didn't seem to understand what arms or hands even were and how they were supposed to work, just having a surface-level recognition of what they should look like.
Instead of grabbing things with its fingers, the mass of arms and hands instead wrapped its arms around it like a snake, those arms bending at dozens of randomly placed elbows that branched off into more of its kind like some kind of tree.
The first thing that Jyuuk had to do was to put a stop to the summoning. He had no idea what this was, but Xenia might have some kind of idea. Either way, it wouldn't help him to try and figure out what it is he was dealing with. He just had to do as Brody would, and smash it all to bits.
With a wave of his hand, Jyuuk's bestiary sprung from his hip, floating next to him as it flipped open and across its paged. He was looking through, trying to find the best match, until his eyes landed on a particular creature, "Alright, let's go with that one."
The art drawn onto the pages quickly jumped off it and onto Jyuuk's body. From under his fur, the colors of the art started to glow, as Jyuuk slowly changed. His body bulked up as his fur turned into chitin. His tail thickened and became flat, hanging from his lower back like some kind of piece of cloth floating behind him.
As the beastman threw his staff into the air, Jyuuk's hands turned into hammer-like masses, his fingers fusing into place, forming a hardened fist.
Jyuuk's staff soon fell back down. Once it was at the right height, one end aimed right at Jyuuk while the other was aimed as one of the base branches of the mass of hands, the beastman threw a punch forward. The speed of that punch was strong enough to create a shockwave in the air, heating it up from the sheer friction of the attack.
The staff was shot forward at an unimaginable speed, almost tearing through the arms.
"I called on... the filth."
"... Is that it? It's called 'Filth'? I guess it's fitting, but... Why? Why did you do it?"
"I... don't know..."
"You don't know?" Jyuuk frowned lightly, "Did somebody tell you to do it, or did you just feel the urge to at some point?"
The corpse spoke as the body already started to decompose, "Since... long ago... we have been planning this. The filth... has been with us for... a long...
long time..."
"Oi, answer the question," Jyuuk said in a commanding voice, as the corpse slowly began to smile up at him, something it shouldn't be able to do. In this state, it shouldn't have any emotions.
"May the filth... cleanse this world..."
And with that, the man's corpse fell apart into a goo after rapidly decomposing. It was a rather disgusting sight, but one that Jyuuk was already used to at this point.
"How the hell..?" Jyuuk glared at the puddle that used to be a man, groaning loudly, "Did something infect his soul?" he guessed.
Turning around, Jyuuk looked at the masses of flesh wriggling on the ground, "So what do you want, filth? What are you here for?"
The false flesh gathered together in a number of small mounds that were trying to once more return to a more tangible shape, like worms climbing on top of each other, trying to mimic the shape of a human. And as they did, Jyuuk could swear that the squelching sound of wet, raw flesh began to form words.