novelraw Chapter 1383 697: Screwed to Death!_5
Chapter 1383 697: Screwed to Death!_5
Using the force of the recoil, he flew backward, without the slightest thought of further entanglement, instead he urged the blood fire with all his strength, running wildly and swiftly.
Like Blood Flames Meteor, screaming out into the distance!
Fleeing for his life.
Then, in mid-air, he stopped abruptly!
Only at this moment did he discover that countless tiny silver rays were unknowingly entwined around his body, weaving into threads, gathering into bundles, tangling into ropes.
One end tied to him, the other end tied to that eerie cargo ship...
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Amidst the creepy crunching sound, the perforated cargo ship bit off half of the Ivory's hull, then lifted its head, seemingly looking at him.
Like looking at a duck that still wants to leap out of the pot after being boiled.
Just then, Purple Lightning Black Flame appeared from the silver light, flashing by.
Like a steel ingot weighing a thousand pounds crushing a camel.
Boom!
In the Sacrificial Master's furious hiss, the Blood Flames completely vanished, and the Inheritance Burnt Offering fell apart.
He fell uncontrollably, smashed onto his flagship, crashing through the deck, and landed in the cold storage of the ship's hold.
In his stupor, he had no idea how much time had passed.
He opened his eyes, only to see chaos.
In panic, he struggled, rolling and crawling, stumbling out from amidst the shattered containers, only to find, in the stillness, the entire Ivory seemed like it had fallen into hell.
In the corridors of the ship hold, stiff figures resembling living corpses wandered and mumbled. Only screams echoed from afar, endlessly and intermittently.
One terrified crew member after another was pulled from hidden crevices, regardless of their struggles, forcibly subdued, like dead pigs, dragged into the depths of darkness, leaving scarlet traces from their fingers clawing at the ground.
In the struggle, the despairing pirate was momentarily stunned, seeing Renut peeking from around the corner, ecstatic, he shouted: "General! General, save me!!!"
But under the vacant gaze of the living corpse, Renut was struck like lightning, staggered back, and without hesitation, turned to flee, running away desperately.
Only the screams and calls behind him became increasingly shrill.
Until finally, they could no longer be heard.
No escape route was left.
The once mighty Ivory now seemed to have become the grave for dead objects.
Even the once familiar ship hold structure had turned drastically different, as if it had come alive, constantly changing, transformed into a labyrinth.
Time and again he ran frantically, despairingly returning to the starting point, struggling vainly, pinned down by the living corpse rushing towards him, his limbs shackled, injected with anesthetic.
Then, dragged, pulled, sent to the place he truly belonged.
Until the pale light of the medical room illuminated his eyes.
"Male, middle-aged, too bad he took too much drugs, grade C down..."
"Youth, full of vigor, signs of modifications evident, grade B up, mark it green for now..."
"Not this one, emptied by Inheritance Burnt Offering...not this one either...hey, this one works, Ruins Series Chosen One is the best, grade A up!"
In the medical room, a thin figure facing away picked up a pen, skillfully categorizing, recording, waving, then the next one, and the next one, and the next one... until Renut was pressed onto the examination seat.
"Don't be nervous, relax."
The craftsman skillfully changed his gloves, picked up a tongue depressor, "Open wide."
"It's you!"
Renut's eyes contracted, his expression twitching, unable even to feel fear and despair, instinctively opening his mouth: "Wait, I know the Sujano Family's treasure..."
"Shh!"
The craftsman raised his finger helplessly: "Don't talk about such vulgar things, and don't taint sacred academics with filthy money."
Numbness spread, engulfing everything.
Renut instinctively twitched, yet he heard his voice: "I really like your categorization method, simple, straightforward, and clear, every material should be precisely valued, this is very good..."
"…After in-depth research into the inheritance of Dust, I found a part of the formula particularly applicable to flesh and blood,
Yet although the technology of converting flesh and life into material isn't uncommon, theoretically, it should be possible to convert a person into a mechanical creation... However, from a practical standpoint, I was too optimistic.
The gap is still too wide."
The craftsman sighed lightly, turned around to show him the mutated head on the table: "See, not only is there a chasm in the path from dead to living objects, there are also significant obstacles in the process from living to dead objects...
Even when both have souls and life, there is still an essential difference between the two."
"—Have you ever wondered where this difference truly lies?"
Renut was stagnant, his eyes wide.
Subconsciously wishing to make a sound.
Yet no words came.
"But it's okay."
The craftsman smiled, warmly comforting him: "We still have enough time to slowly find... I promise, whether successful or not, you all can create the final value for this world."
Just like that, a hand slowly raised, extended.
In the reflection of the pupils, gradually enlarging, then enlarging again, until it grew to obscure everything...
Nothing could be seen.
Darkness suffused everything.