Chapter 409: Sane Abomination
Gao Yang was surprised.
Although he trusted Qing Ling’s strength now and didn’t think she would lose, he hadn’t expected her to win so easily, either.
Not far from him, the short, fat man with a number 10 dog tag was pinned to a tree by several metal arrow signs, his head cut off and rolling to his feet.
Gao Yang could picture in his head: Qing Ling activated level 4 Metal to uproot the metal signs and stab the enemy with them, all the while rushing to him and decapitating him.
Gao Yang took out his phone, calling the back office of the Guild to clean up the mess while walking to Qing Ling.
She whipped her Tang Dao, quickly hiding it.
“You killed him?” Gao Yang asked.
Qing Ling said impassively, “I was gonna spare him. I didn’t expect him to be so weak.”
Gao Yang sweated. Dear Qing Ling, can it be that you’re too strong?
“No worries. Vermilion Bird can question the body.” Gao Yang considered the body. “Is he a monster?”
“Doesn’t seem like one,” Qing Ling said. “There’s no sign of transformation.” This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
“Yeah.” Gao Yang nodded. Although pride monsters didn’t show signs of transformation either, someone so lacking in power couldn’t have been a pride monster.
“So he’s human?” Gao Yang was surprised. “An awakener?”
“Possibly, but he’s so weak.”
“Hehe, I’m being looked down on...”
Gao Yang started. The voice had come from the head on the grass field. Mouth open, the face covered in fleshy scars arranged into an ugly, skeezy smile.
The headless body pinned to the tree raised its hands and pulled out the road signs, splattering only a little viscous blood. Then it took two steps and bent down to pick up its head, putting it back onto its neck.
Soon, the skin started mending, and the head reattached to the neck. Due to overactive regeneration, however, a line of fleshy pink scar was left on the skin.
Neither Gao Yang or Qing Ling attacked immediately, but instead stayed vigilant with a fighting stance. How did the man survive having his heart pierced and his head cut off? What manner of monstrosity was he?
Gao Yang eyed him while trying to gather information.
Strange flowing black spots appeared on No.10’s body. His muscles started bulging, and his skin became tanned and thick. Countless sharp white bone stings protruded from his bald head, turning his head into a literal hedgehog.
In the blink of an eye, the short fat ugly man had been replaced by a strong three-meter tall abomination.
“Toys, hehehe. You’re both my toys...”
Transformed, No.10 dripped black saliva from the corners of his mouth, his expression distorted and ugly with desires, his eyes glinting with a dark red.
A chill shot from Gao Yang’s soles to the rest of his body.
Someone granting a 4500 times bonus shouldn’t pose much of a threat to Gao Yang now, and with Qing Ling helping, who had level 6 God of Blades and level 4 Metal, he could take the monstrosity down easily.
What instilled fear in Gao Yang’s heart was that unlike the Cult members Gao Yang had encountered before, who lost control after injecting themselves with the strangely fragrant solution, turning into bloodthirsty, mindless abominations, No.10 retained his intelligence—albeit not that high to start with.
It seemed that the Cult’s insidious transforming solution had been improving.
Although the three organizations had sabotaged many of the Cult’s schemes, it hadn’t stopped moving, but instead continued to take incremental steps toward their ultimate goal.
Qing Ling, on the other hand, didn’t think as much as Gao Yang did.
To her, No.10 was simply a rare chance for her to get stronger through real battle, a big walking XP pack!
Eyes glinting sharply, she lifted the three metal signs on the road behind her, while the three small but sharp Black Gold darts hovered around her.
“Let’s go,” Qing Ling said in a low voice.
“Yeah.”
That’s my line. Gao Yang smiled wryly. Please do let your temporary supervisor have some say.
Swish, swish, swish.
The metal signs and Black Gold darts flew toward the now transformed No.10 at the same time, going after him doggedly like agile, annoying flies, leaving small cuts all over his body. In an instant, he was covered from head to toes in wounds.
However, No.10’s regenerative power was impressive, even more so than that of Dead Pig. In a matter of two seconds, his wounds had healed seventy to eighty percent.
Qing Ling curled the index finger and middle finger of her left hand suddenly.
Swish, swish.
Imbued with the blue aura of level 6 God of Blades, the two Black Gold darts shot into No.10’s two eyes. Blood gushed out from his eye sockets.