Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 441 - 425: [Destiny]!!

Zhou Hu sprinted along with the crowd, almost reaching the campus gates, when he came to a sudden halt, forcefully stopping in his tracks.

At the gate, two monsters leaped high over everyone’s heads like small mountains, crashing down heavily and blocking the path.

Their arms, gigantic scythes, sliced through the air, creating a mist of blood as they instantly shredded the leading few into pieces.

Zhou Hu’s face changed drastically. Without hesitation, he turned and ran towards the nearby dormitory building.

In the chaotic crowd, several quick-reacting individuals followed closely, swarming into the dormitory building.

Zhou Hu frantically ran, shoved open a dorm room door, and hurried inside to hide.

He was about to close the door when he noticed a few others trying to squeeze in after him.

"Get out, don’t hide with me!"

Zhou Hu shouted angrily, with an expression so ferocious it looked like he might eat someone.

When evading monsters, the last thing you want is a crowd. It’s like laying out a feast on a table inviting monsters to dine.

The men were scared by Zhou Hu’s fierce demeanor, quickly retreated, and turned to find other dorms to hide in.

Zhou Hu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to close the door, only to have a slender figure squeeze through the gap.

With a waist supple as a snake, her agility caught him off guard.

"You..." Zhou Hu’s face instantly darkened.

It was the woman in red who had been following him.

Truth be told, if this was a normal Martial Arts Joint Examination, Zhou Hu wouldn’t mind having something happen with this woman exuding an aura of temptation.

Her body was alluringly curvaceous, her eyes held a seductive charm enough to move any man’s heart.

But at this moment, the monsters outside had killed all his interest.

His nerves were stretched taut like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any time.

He extended his thick hand toward the woman’s neck, intending to push her out.

However, the woman neither dodged nor flinched, instead lightly kicked the back of her heel, locking the door with a "click."

Allowing Zhou Hu to grip her throat, her face bore no fear, but instead curled into a dangerous smile.

The next second, her mouth opened wide, not to scream or implore, but to spit out a sticky liquid, vaguely mixed with bits of straw from a milk tea.

The liquid carried a sweet milk tea aroma yet made Zhou Hu immediately feel as if his face was being corroded by harsh acid, the burning pain piercing deep into his core.

Upon contact, the mucus erupted with a sizzling corrosive sound.

The hair follicles on Zhou Hu’s right cheek instantly carbonized into black residue.

Startled, Zhou Hu swiftly let go and retreated.

He instinctively wiped his face with his hand, only to have his palm corroded by the mucus as well.

Terror-stricken, he scratched at his face, only to find the substance pulled between his fingers was not skin but a semi-melted gelatinous material.

‌And parts of his hand covered in mucus resembled being devoured by countless carnivorous ants—flesh peeled back, revealing the ghostly white bone beneath with a faint glow.

The rotting wound continuously seeped yellow-green pus, each drop releasing a choking white smoke as it hit the ground, corroding the cement into a honeycomb pattern.

"What... what is this stuff?!"

Zhou Hu roared in fury, enduring the searing pain, reaching out his decayed hand toward the woman’s head.

"Tell me, doesn’t it seem like one of those monsters outside gave you a lick?"

Red Dragonfly asked, her tone laced with a morbid pleasure.

Her mouth opened once more, releasing a shrill "hiss—."

Zhou Hu’s vision blurred as something suddenly coiled tightly around his neck.

Looking down, he was horror-struck to discover a bizarre tongue wrapped tightly around his neck.

The tongue emitted a faint luminescence, the same color as the corroded wound on his hand, as if perhaps carrying some lethal toxin.

"Hush, be quiet, I am listening to the Master of Ceremonies tell a story, and it’s just at the moment of unveiling the mystery."

Red Dragonfly’s tongue quivered slightly, producing a soul-entrancing sound.

"Who are you, who’s the Master of Ceremonies, what story, I can’t understand a word your tongue is saying?"

Zhou Hu realized he had encountered someone more dangerous than the monsters outside.

Zhou Hu’s breathing became labored, the tongue around his neck wound tighter, and its glowing mucus began to erode his skin, slowing the flow of blood throughout his body.

He could feel his throat burning, the sound of his flesh being corroded a clear "sizzle" in his ears.

His hands weakly clawed at his neck, trying to tear away the tongue, but as soon as his rotten palm touched it, the mucus corroded his hand even further.

His eyes rolled back, and before plunging into darkness, he heard one last sentence:

"Don’t panic, once I hear the answer, I’ll help you... release!"

.....

The Master of Ceremonies’ voice softly echoed through the com channel:

"...so, he wasn’t parasitized by five Evil Sacrifices, instead, he was breeding five Evil Sacrifices!!!"

Wild Beast’s reading comprehension was never great, and he remained perplexed, but to avoid appearing foolish, he feigned understanding with a grunted "Hmm."

Red Dragonfly slurped saliva, asking without shame:

"Is there a difference?"

The bald-headed team captain understood and explained on behalf of the Master of Ceremonies:

"The parasitism of an Evil Sacrifice involves waiting for the host to mature, then consuming the host’s soul and possessing the body; whereas breeding an Evil Sacrifice entails..."

Pausing, the bald-headed captain found the Master of Ceremonies’ conclusions shockingly outrageous.

He hesitated before continuing:

"It means waiting for the Evil Sacrifice to mature, then... consuming the Evil Sacrifice?!!"

Wild Beast’s mouth opened into an exaggerated "O," finally understanding the metaphor, deeply shocked inside:

"This person, who dares impersonate [Destiny] and deceive women with words, is actually doing something so insane?!"

Red Dragonfly’s eyes widened; this was undoubtedly the most insane riddle solution she heard this year.

She unconsciously slurped her tongue hard, and the sound of a ball dropping echoed in front of her, a round head rolling to her feet; she even forgot to stop it.

Red Dragonfly curiously pursued further:

"How did he do it, I mean how did he catch five Evil Sacrifices, keeping them inside his body, is such a thing truly possible?"

The bald-headed team captain was also very puzzled by this; after all, these were five Evil Sacrifices, not five parasitic bodies of Evil Sacrifices.

Leaving aside how difficult it is to capture one Evil Sacrifice alive, just the fact that this person encountered five Evil Sacrifices, that’s some utterly unimaginable luck.

Practically [Destiny]’s own child!

The Master of Ceremonies shook his head and said:

"I don’t know how he did it, but my eyes wouldn’t mistake that, and indeed it’s possible to breed and then devour Evil Sacrifices.

Because, when I was bestowed with these eyes, the person who performed the eye replacement surgery on me particularly mentioned it...."