Text - Chapter 650: So it’s him!

Chapter 650: So it’s him!

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Noting the effectiveness of this method, Sheyan immediately replicated it with the other parasitic snake. Instead, sensing that something was awry, that Plaga Host beckoned for the other parasitic flesh snake to slither back, before assimilating back into its body.

Fearing that the Plaga Host would spit out another abomination, Sheyan didn’t dare to be impulsive, but watched regrettably as that snake made its escape.

Probably due to absorbing a portion of Sheyan’s life essence, the shriveled rotting facial features of that Plaga Host had strangely replenished a little. Through its exceedingly hideous countenance, Sheyan could roughly identify the main characteristics of the Plaga Host.

"I know your identity!" Sheyan suddenly shouted at the Host. "You’re the captain that brought Bernard Fokke to this desolated land! That wealthy merchant, the one inflicted with an incurable disease yet still seeks for immortality.....Travice! Look at your current state, is this the everlasting life you pursuit for?"

"Tra...vi..ce?" That opposing shriveled corpse recited that name in bewilderment. After a momentary lifelessness, it gradually nodded.

"I’m familiar with that name, perhaps, perhaps that be my name. Aye, but!! The allure of your flesh is irresistible!!"

Travice’s voice abruptly transformed sharper and frantic. His limbs twitched and twisted abnormally as white fluids foamed at his mouth repeatedly. Queer grotesque sounds were emitting from his body, and his shriveled stomach suddenly inflated; causing the scraps of his remaining attire to be stretched into dust.

One could observe the uneven surface of his belly, looking as though it hosted an unknown creature; right in the middle of baring its fangs and claws, as it struggled to break free from its confinement.

In the next second, he widened his mouth at Sheyan again.

This time, the degree of widening reached a seemingly inhuman extent; it practically resembled the obtuse angle of a serpent devouring a huge prey. If an average person were to open his mouth that wide, he would pay the disastrous cost of having a dislocated chin and two lacerations of over 10 centimeters at the corners of his mouth.

A cluster of buzzing sounds echoed out. Following that, dense tiny lumps of flesh catapulted out from Travice’s throat towards Sheyan.

Concurrently, Travice’s tongue shot out; one that didn’t resemble the human tongue. It was scarlet, slender with a bifurcated top! His tongue rolled around in midair with matchless deftness, following a furtive pattern as it curled and orbited around.

Sheyan observed clearly; those tiny lumps of flesh were initially curled up, but upon interacting with the atmosphere, they revealed repulsive features – four fleshy fan wings rapidly bore out from its sparkling red back! Next, were propped up legs and an incisive mandible. They were actually a flock of flesh mosquitoes.

At the moment Travice spat down out, that flock of mosquitoes was just a cluster occupying a basin sized region. Instead, after buzzing 5-6 meters out, it dispersed into a massive blood mist that enveloped towards Sheyan.

Evidently, Travice was entirely different from the other Plaga Hosts that Sheyan had encountered earlier. Even though he was dominated by the feral instincts of feasting and propagation, he still retained a remnant of humanly combat awareness and technique.

Once he discovered its summoned creatures were curbed and eradicated by Sheyan, he immediately swapped to another tactic.

That was apparent in how he proactively retracted that incredibly tenacious parasite snake. Since he was aware of the effectiveness of aerial parasites, he once again resorted to a similar tactic; unleashing a terrifying mass of parasite mosquitoes to lay waste on Sheyan, that his long saber would be rendered useless. His combat wisdom was absolutely not inferior to humans.

In the face of this flock of terrifying flesh mosquitoes, Sheyan’s mind was instead a sea of tranquility. First, he asked himself a single question.

"Do I have a method of dealing with these terrifyingly strange flesh mosquitoes?"

Immediately, he answered himself with a, "No!"

Reflecting on that….since escaping, running away, or even hiding was impossible, what else could he do? Only one world – Endure!

Pushed to such desperations, Sheyan’s eyes blazed with a flaming insanity.

He attempted to activate ‘Horn-Rage’, but failed due to the obstructed vision from the mist. Not discouraged by that, he roared with fury as he buried his head, and charged frantically towards Travice.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

The impression of this blood-soaked sprint, was completely akin to a wounded ferocious beast. One that was forcibly tearing a way out from its path of despair and torment!!!

"Even in death, I shall die standing!"

"Even if I collapse, it shall be on the path of assault!"

"Even in death, I shall bite off a chunk of your flesh!"

"After centuries of imprisonment, no matter how formidable he can be, he is still a dried up lantern at this stage. Moreover, Travice is clearly unlike the other Plaga Hosts, he relies fully on his parasites to ravage his prey."

"That Moth-bat parasite he first unleashed, was probably its final sap of vitality previously. Viewing this from another angle, the remaining vitality he drew from me, is being used to animate these parasites to leech from me."

"Judging from the nourishment sucked by that parasite Moth-bat from my body, it was enough to animate those two parasite snakes to assault me. Afterwards, its Moth-bat parasite and one of the snake parasite was slain, and wasn’t assimilated back into Travice….."

"This goes to say, the energies of life essence fuelling this flock of flesh mosquitoes to swarm me, is in fact, only equivalent to a single parasite snake!!"

"Therefore, regardless of the innumerable proportion of flesh mosquitoes, their power....is definitely not high. I have a chance at victory!"

Such was Sheyan’s thought process before this. Then, his assailing charge invaded into that massive cluster of flesh mosquitoes. A list of combat statistics instantly rolled out.

[ You received an attack by a ‘???’ unknown creature. You receive 27 points of damage. Innate ability ‘Stronghold’ activated…...you only receive 1 point of damage ]

[ You received an attack by a ‘???’ unknown creature. Attack has a possibility of malaria infection…..due to your accumulated immunity in this world, negative effects are resisted! ]

"...…"

"....."

Sheyan exposed a sinister smirk, indeed it was so!

The offensive prowess of such a massive flock of flesh mosquitoes couldn’t have reached a lethal extent. Thus, it was primarily suppressed by his innate.

Following that, the negative effects of its virus held no precedence. As such, the bolstered immunity from killing those Greatmarsh Death Crocodiles back in the Kijuju Outer Reaches, was finally put to good use.

Evidently, Travice wasn’t anticipating Sheyan to charge straight into the fray, or that his body could negate the incredibly vile ravaging of the flesh mosquitoes. More crucially, as the flesh mosquitoes couldn’t bypass Sheyan’s defense, they were incapable of absorbing sufficient vitality from him!!

As a result, Travice became incapable of summoning other parasites to do battle!

Hence, Travice could only raise both arms mechanically and execute a reluctant blocking stance.

At this moment, Sheyan had finally pounced to his front. The manifold nibbling of those flesh mosquitoes had long triggered his ‘Zergling Rush’.

Three ferocious and consecutive blades came slashing down against Travice’s neck!

Those three blades managed to sever through half of Travice’s neck. Nevertheless, the damage dealt to this shriveled corpse couldn’t be considered immense. Still, adding on a final blade, he directly hacked deep into Travice’s spinal column!

The main parasite lodged in Travice’s body employs the spine to operate the mobility of the host. This was truly a grave blow to it.

Sheyan didn’t stop there. He then released an uppercut kick to Travice’s chest.

Kacha! Kacha! An unknown amount of ribs fractured, as Travice was smashed high up and finally crashed against a nearby wall; the immense impact cracked the stone wall behind, as rocks crumbled down.

By now, Sheyan was completely in an attacking frenzy, as he immediately chased up and hacked with his saber.

Travice endured another slash while the ravenous buzzing flesh mosquitoes continued ravaging Sheyan, but to no avail. Sheyan exploded forth with brutal ferocity once again as slashes of saber rained down.

At this instant, Travice revealed a murderous glint in his eyes, and unexpectedly shifted his left arm to block Sheyan’s incisive blade.

Kacha! Travice’s left arm was fractured and pierced out with bone. Despite so, his strength didn’t wane but this act had managed to parry Sheyan’s long saber.

Travice then abruptly swerved in his left arm; stabbing in with incomparable agility, he utilized his acute bone fracture to impale deep into Sheyan’s chest! Blood instantly gushed out from his chest, as Sheyan also coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Nevertheless, Sheyan’s character had been solidified in brute tenacity. He was long accustomed to trading blow for blow.

After receiving this stab, Sheyan gritted his teeth tightly in pain as he hacked down with his saber, once again cleaving against Travice’s neck.

Kacha! A stark destruction pierced out. Instead, Travice’s neck bone was utterly shattered through, directly delivering grave damages to the parasite hosted in Travice’s body. "This damage dealt to that old freak is absolutely not light!"

Meanwhile, Sheyan too wasn’t having a good time. After his chest got impaled by Travice, his left lung had ruptured as well as blood swiftly flooded into his lungs, subsequently triggering Sheyan to cough out blood and spittle!