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Chapter 375: Blood and Flesh Nourishment

After being captured, the people of Changquan Town who were not eaten immediately were dragged and locked up in the pitch-black underground. They could not see the source of their fear, but their companions disappeared one by one along with the light, and no one expected the next "light".

They were just being raised as temporary storage of flesh and blood. Those demon-like monsters did not mind that their flesh and blood were dirty and filthy. They just would not waste it and would let the flesh and blood escape from this hell.

Kadit gasped, his nostrils filled with the smell of blood and feces. The bloody monster didn't care at all about the sanitary consequences of locking a large group of people in a small cellar. The crowd repeatedly lowered their survival bottom line in the hope of rescue but received no response. Their dignity was abandoned bit by bit while they breathed and felt pain. The numerous problems before them were finally washed away by despair into two pebbles with only two choices: either live or die.

Those who could not accept the reality and gave up hope chose to commit suicide as early as the first three days. Their bodies were dragged out one after another by the hunchbacked monsters, leaving only glaring bloodstains that emitted a sour odor in the following days, which mixed with the stench of excrement and tried to drive everyone crazy.

Those who survived would initially talk about the Duke, the Steam Knight, and the hanged old Lion King, and by talking about the missing Breath of the Kings, they tried to comfort each other that there was still a possibility of rescue, but the stench would not dissipate with words, and speaking also required physical strength.

Soon, the cellar was dead silent again, and then there was a second round of suicides by people who could not hold on any longer.

Kadit should have been one of these people, but he still had an obsession that he couldn't let go of. Before being dragged away by the bloody monster, he desperately sent his child Hanny out of Changquan Town, but he was not sure whether Hanny could survive with these terrible monsters wandering around, so he had to find a chance to escape.

He didn't know how much time had passed outside. In the cellar there was only darkness and stench, but he would not give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope.

He grabbed the beast meat the fastest, and he desperately swallowed the dirty straw on the ground into his esophagus. His desperate efforts attracted the attention of the bloody monsters - they actually had interests similar to humans.

On a recent night, a skinny and ferocious blood-red monster descended into the cellar. The pairs of scarlet eyes staring at it made Kadit feel that this was not an opportunity. As everyone huddled together and numbly waited for the next victim, a heavy object was thrown to the ground by it.

Then, without looking back, it climbed onto the ground with its companions, making a low and disturbing roar.

Kadit thought it was food, so he was the first to crawl over in a hurry. However, the moment he touched the object, he retracted his hand as if it was burned by fire, and after a long time, he let out a terrified cry again.

The others were frightened by his reaction. The numb crowd was awakened again little by little and gathered around. The brave ones reached out and touched it, and showed the same reaction as Kadit.

"……monster……"

What was thrown in was the remains of half a bloody monster, and the terrible enemy turned into flesh and blood and lay quietly in front of the hungry crowd. But by now everyone knew that the flesh and blood of these demons from hell were poisonous. Even if the wound came into contact with their blood, it would turn into a monster that thirsted for flesh and blood like them.

Kadit kept shaking his head and backing away, until he retreated into a corner without making a sound. What he wanted was hope, even if it was just waiting for a slim chance of rescue or the migration of the bloody monster, it was hope, but as long as he touched the devil's flesh and blood, he would truly fall into despair.

Even so, human choices have always been diverse, especially during long periods of suffering, when hunger, disappointment, and fear can force people to make terrible decisions that they themselves had never anticipated.

The first sound of flesh being torn seemed to ring from his ears, followed by a terrifyingly loud swallowing sound. The sounds of flesh being torn by teeth and nails began to increase wildly. Even though the monster's corpse had begun to rot, it was still an excellent choice to drink poison to quench thirst.

Saliva spread in Kadit's mouth, and his eyes unconsciously and instinctively drifted to the center of the cellar, attracting his attention like a magnet. He began to tremble, and morbidly satisfied hiccups sounded from that direction. He suddenly stood up and knelt on the ground, digging the soil into his mouth like crazy. He couldn't let his instincts surge!

He was calculating, calculating how long it would take for those people to turn into monsters, and how he could use these possible changes to create life for himself, but he stared at the darkness nervously for a long time, and those people who had eaten the flesh and blood of the bloody monsters and lay down to sleep did not make any more sounds.

It was as if he was the only one in the cellar.

He thought he heard a horrible, stomach-sickening laugh from above.

He thought he might remain in this state of fear and nervousness until he died, but a turning point happened again.

Just yesterday (he thought it was around this time span), the vibrations coming from the ground could even be felt in the cellar. He was so nervous and alert to the movements of the bloody monsters above that he was the first to notice the departure of those damn monsters.

The noise of fierce fighting gradually shifted from the ground above until a huge roar smashed the noise into the ground. It seemed that there was a hollow structure or passageway near the cellar.

This was the chance he had been waiting for! He stumbled up the stairs and pushed the door to survival, but the result of it not moving at all told him that the bloody monster had blocked his path of hope.

Kadit smashed the wooden door with all his might, breaking the wooden blockade at the cost of blood, but then he came into contact with cold stone, which was heavy and immovable.

He fell backwards, tumbling down the steps into the depths of the cellar. Just before he could truly despair, he heard the sound of people talking.

He climbed up in disbelief, trembling to confirm whether he had heard it wrongly. After realizing that it was not an illusion or other voice, it was as if his sanity returned to his body. He immediately hid to the side of the wall where the sound came from, and his sanity saved him again.

"I'll... explode!" The Originium technique shattered the cellar wall, and several figures rushed in with a little light. They were not soldiers, nor were they Steam Knights... Kadit's eyes, which had adapted to the darkness, had almost wiped away all the remaining tears. He finally saw who was coming -

"Mandela! Shine the light on the ground. There's someone! Still alive!"

"I know!"

"White Dove, don't let your guard down. This is the last hideout. After we deal with it, we have to go back immediately to support the ground battlefield." When the third voice sounded, the warm flames also lit up. At this time, he could finally see everything clearly in the light.

At the same time, the horrifying sight silenced everyone. The curled-up half-blood-red "corpse" was connected to a dozen people who had already died by an umbilical cord-like organ. Their stomachs were swollen to a terrifying arc, and on their torsos and limbs, blood-red pustules squeezed together like corn kernels were trembling slightly and flashing strange light.

The "corpse" was a completely different creature from the blood-red monsters. Illuminated by the flames, it raised its broken head, its three large eyes flashing a seductive scarlet. Upon catching sight of the young leader, its trembling jaw opened and closed once more.

“…You again…”

Kedito couldn't hold on and fainted. Before he lost consciousness, he was supported by someone and helped to walk up the stairs. The stone on the top of the cellar was pushed open by the man with one hand. After people walked out, a heat wave came from behind.

Before he could completely relax, he knew he didn't have much time left.

But at least I didn't die in that small hell.

……

Ling Dengxian half-carried, half-carried the poor survivor back to the surface. After a quick inspection, he handed him over to logistics. He looked at Ravshine herself, who nodded, indicating that the situation had been handled cleanly. After receiving intelligence from the surviving Rhodes Island operators, the two immediately searched the human enclosures housing the Crimson Monsters, uncovering some remaining Crimson Monsters and completely clearing Changquan Town, ensuring its safety.

However, there were very few survivors. Mandela was very dissatisfied with such an action, but because of Ling's presence, he still followed the action.

Ling Dengxian remained silent. They didn't spend a long time because what they could do was indeed limited. The number of people they saved was not even as many as the number of hidden blood monsters they killed this time. To put it bluntly, the cleanup was more meaningful than the rescue.

But the fire seemed to be rekindled in the eyes of those who survived, and they felt they had done nothing wrong.

"Let's go, White Dove." The red dragon swung its long, thick tail, and a warm, bright flame burned at the tip of the tail. "There's no time to rest. The rear is completely safe."

"...Well, let's go. The situation is not optimistic."

"At least now, with the advantage of the terrain, we can hold it off... as long as nothing unexpected happens."

Ling Dengxian nodded, took the greatsword that Horn lent him - Horn was injured and had no advantage in close combat, so he lent him the weapon - and he and Lafushini began to speed up to the battlefield to stabilize the situation.

He, Mandela and others did not tell Lavshini about the mistaken identity incident. At present, it was not a big deal worth mentioning.

Mandela complained, and the orator remained silent, but they both followed the two of them.

The roar of the bloody war resounded through the sky, and the blood mist rippled slightly, as if some threat had not yet surfaced.