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Chapter 627: Transfiguration

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At present, Sheyan’s strength of 49 points was already touching the apex of the realms beneath Reserve-duty Growth-hunter. Yet when facing against this perverted monster, he actually found himself powerless to resist!!

He practically felt like an infant, thoroughly suppressed in all aspects; resigned to her wanton toying.

"What is she going to do?"

This notion welled up in Sheyan’s sea of consciousness.

In his alarming horror, he observed this shrivelled corpse executing a deep breathing motion. Closely following, at the cleavage of her bony bosom, a goose-sized lump slowly swelled up before it started to swiftly wrestle upwards.

Finally, she stretched open her mouth fiercely, and from within the darkness of her oesophagus, an ashen coloured object was being squeezed out by her contracting throat muscles.

As tiny as an egg, that object was coated with blood and mucus, and cyan bulging veins extended out beneath its white mucous membrane. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as though that egg was filled with densely packed grains of fish roe; ushering a sensation that would cause goose bumps to form.

Yet more astounding were the several brandishing tentacles by its side. The tip of those tentacles held a sharpness similar to a human’s fingernails, causing one to shudder in fear.

Sheyan frantically struggled, but in the face of a monstrous hand that felt like iron pincers, it was utterly futile.

Uahh! Within mere seconds, that shrivelled corpse had regurgitated the slimy object into Sheyan’s mouth!

The tentacles of that ovum shape organism waved with ecstasy, as it prepared to pounce into Sheyan’s throat.

However, at this instant, a rock soared in abruptly.

Pa! It smacked against the top of that ashen coloured ovum organism. Right before it could infiltrate Sheyan’s mouth, that vile obnoxious ball of mucus roe was smacked flying.

After that ovum organism was struck, that shrivelled corpse had seemingly been gravely wounded as well. As she released a shrilling screech, her arm loosened and allowed Sheyan to wrestle out of her bondage.

After executing a backwards roll, he rubbed the scars of her firm pinching while gasping largely for breath. Upon looking behind, he immediately realized that rock had been thrown by the guide, Mbenga.

Wild blazing fury seemed to be seething out of that valiant black male, as he shouted commandingly.

"Go die, you abominable freak!"

After that ashen ovum organism was smacked flying, it landed on the nearby mud and started peristalsing powerlessly.

Consecutively, Reef’s other servant charged forward and hatefully stabbed the ovum organism into the ground with his pike. Repulsive sap oozed out from it, as the ovum organism disintegrated.

Triggered by that, the shrivelled female host body once again released a shrilling miserable screech. Within an instant, she strangely dashed to the front of that servant, before picking him up.

Undoubtedly, that servant’s strength naturally couldn’t be compared to Sheyan! Utterly treated like an infant, that shrivelled corpse was free to do as she pleased.

Kacha! Both his arms were snapped apart. As the shrivelled female host issued an unbroken series of hisses, she grabbed the wooden pike, which had impaled that bizarre ashen ovum organism. Following that, she bluntly stuffed the organism into the mouth of Reef’s unfortunate servant.

Splatter! Pi! Pa! Within a split second, popping sounds of capillaries rupturing in the servant’s widened eyes pierced into the air.

Instantly, his eyes turned crimson, as blood devoured his despairing pupils. His jaw was extended to its limit, and to everyone’s clear view, right at the back of his throat, that originally dying organism was once again brandishing its tentacles about. Then, it drilled a hole through the throat, before boring into the servant’s spinal cord.

Witnessing such a scene, even Sheyan with his impressive mental fortitude, couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingling. He couldn’t help but imagine the outcome if Mbenga hadn’t thrown that stone....which only further caused his heart to shudder. Death would truly be better than having that organism invade one’s body.

Seizing the opportunity of that shrivelled corpse having her back turned towards him, Sheyan roared furiously and charged forward.

Wrapping his arms around this freak, he speared her as they crashed back into the blazing ruins of the village.

Within the incinerating inferno, Sheyan started brawling with this shrivelled freak. However, his strength evidently couldn’t match up with his opponent. Fortunately, she had already secreted out an ovum organism, and probably was lacking the MP to propagate another host.

Still, Sheyan couldn’t contest against this shrivelled freak even in this heated environment, as he was badly battered all over his face. Meanwhile, Mbenga had once again decided to share in this tribulation.

Hoisting up his wooden pike, he callously thrust it into the throat of Reef’s plaga infected native servant!

Resembling a struggling prawn on dry ground, that servant gripped Mbenga’s pike tightly as he wrestled with berserking violence.

Peculiarly, a person’s neck should be flourishing with blood, yet with Mbenga’s thrusting stab, not a single droplet of blood had streamed out. Instead, a dull yellowish fluid like Jinlong fish oil trickled out. When that oily fluid touched the ground, it emitted sizzling sounds as white froth bubbled out.

Nevertheless, Mbenga’s prowess was evidently a tier higher than these aboriginal servants. Throughout their journey, he had similarly participated in the gruelling campaigns.

Although the struggling servant had exploded with mind-blowing strength, Mbenga continued to grip his pike relentlessly; stabbing it deeper into his neck, as the tip impaled deeper into the ground.

Sensing such a scene, the shrivelled host that Sheyan was tying down crescendoed in frenzy. Screeching vehemently, she desired to charge out from this fiery environment. Yet, why would Sheyan allow her to do as she pleased?

Sheyan did whatever it took to prevent her from prevailing and when he could no longer obstruct her, he immediately pulled out ‘+7 West’ as he ferociously chopped while pursuing from behind!

However, when his saber slashed against the surface of this shrivelled host body, it merely issued dried cracking sounds as though he was chopping a tree. Possibly, his attacks weren’t very effective.

On the contrary, Mbenga played it astutely. Upon realizing that monstrosity had barreled out from the inferno, he immediately turned to flee. Moreover, Sheyan’s perpetual assaults still affected the shrivelled corpse slightly, causing her movement speed to decline.

Sheyan continued his wild hacking from the rear, as the plaga host persevered in pursuing Mbenga.

Just when Sheyan started gloating secretly, probably enraged by the whirlwind of hackings behind, that plaga host abruptly swung around and grabbed Sheyan by the neck. Once again, her mouth widened excessively.

At the instance of getting caught, Sheyan immediately recalled that incomparably malignant ovum organism. Getting one’s throat victimized would be a fate worse than death. As such, a chilling shiver instantly swept up his tailbone all the way till his scalp.

Burning anxiously from the panic, his eyes turned bloodshot. As the shrivelled corpse drew Sheyan closer, he could no longer employ his ‘+7 West’ long saber. Hence, throughout his wrestling resistance, Sheyan urgently desired to shut her damnable and horrifying huge mouth.

He immediately pulled out ‘Ambition’. The long-range weapon that was contradictory mostly used for close combat. Stashing its black muzzle deep into the shrivelled corpse’s throat, Sheyan pressed the trigger.

Boom! A muffled sound resounded. Next, the most unthinkable thing happened.

Analogous to a baseball bat smashing a watermelon into smithereens, her head recoiled backwards from the impact abruptly, before large clumps of blended white and red fluids came explosively splashing out behind.

Following her head explosion, the shrivelled corpse’s mobility immediately turned sluggish; akin to a robot whose power source was switched off. Gradually, she turned rigidly motionless.

Head explosion!! He actually directly blasted off her head!

Such an astounding scene completely left Sheyan flabbergasted. Originally, he believed that even if he could survive, it would be barely by the skin of his teeth. Unexpectedly, he actually managed to blast off her head.

"I actually defeated her so easily?"

"Could it be this so-called plaga type host also belongs to a model of high offense but horrendous survivability?"

Sheyan couldn’t help thinking in this manner. Instead, he immediately pushed aside his judgement.

"Maybe, those 7-8 slashes during my pursuit had critically wounded her. Or perhaps, she is especially weak against fire?"

Many notions jolted through his mind in a flurry. Yet within the next second, an unprecedented surge of crisis soared into his heart once again.

This sense of crisis was so intense, Sheyan felt as though he had been dumped into an icehouse. He was completely incapable of making a single step.

Sheyan was beholding everything with great clarity. At the neck area of this shrivelled corpse with an exploded head, was a layer of chartreuse coloured mucus and muscle tissue; even her spinal bone was lime yellow.

Yet all of a sudden, a churning erupted at the snapped area of her neck, as lime fluids spurted out. Soon her neck bone pierced through her flesh and propelled out.

Shua! A massive head as long as half a metre suddenly poked out!

This head could bluntly be described as an enormous mouth. Its tip was separated into 5-6 clovers, that resembled the shape of flower petals. Its surface was fleshy red, with a dense set of sharp white teeth internally. These white teeth looked exactly like sawtooths of an electric saw and were actually gyrating.

Even without personally testing it, one could tell that should this abominably massive mouth touch them, a tremendous chunk of flesh would most assuredly be forgone; perhaps, even life would be lost.