Chapter 430
Chapter 430 No Way Out
The adepts always squeezed every last bit of profit out of the magical creatures of the Black Forest. They knew how to maximize the use of their resources.
Once the adepts killed a magical creature, they exploited every single organ and body part for every last drop of value it had, turning the bloody body parts into an enviable pile of magical crystals.
And this seemed to be a second nature unique to human adepts!
Magical creatures often fought among themselves within the boundless expanse of the Black Forest. However, only the human adepts were capable of pushing the spoils of victory to such limits. Those wild magical creatures had no way of profiteering from the death of their opponent other than devouring them and taking over their lands.
After all, there was no comprehensive and well-defined internal structure of labor within the Black Forest.
Greem hurried to Subject Two’s platform once he had finished with the old spider’s corpse.
Horrifying crimson spots spread across Acteon’s black bug body. These crimson patches acted like living things. They crawled on Acteon’s gleaming bug body and were trying their best to expand to other places.
Some of the crimson patches had eaten through his thick shell and were starting to erode the softer internal organs and muscles within.
Evil Bugs Acteon couldn’t resist the urge to cough. He coughed so intensely that it was almost as if he was on his deathbed.
As he was taking out several vials of potion to treat his body, the magical alarms he had set up around the perimeter triggered. A water mirror appeared before him, allowing Acteon to see a red silhouette dashing through the nearby forest.
Dammit! Those vampires managed to catch up so quickly!
Acteon cursed as he looked up and stared at this nursery of his. A determined and savage expression flashed on Acteon’s wicked and hideous face.
A ghostly green rune floated to the ceiling of the cave after a short password that sounded both like a chant and a bug’s cry. The same strange rune appeared above all the worm nests.
“Sollana, Flesh Devouring.”
All twenty-two of the towering worm nests broke apart when Acteon’s spell finished. All the semi-translucent larvae started to gather together and devour each other under the effects of the spell.
They bit and snapped at each other; it was almost as if all the larvae had gone mad in unison. They ferociously devoured everything around them, turning flesh and blood of their companions into nutrition for their growth.
For a moment, blood splashed everywhere, and the screeching of bugs echoed throughout the room. The entire place plunged into a bloody and cruel battle for survival!
Even Acteon, with all his viciousness and sinisterness, couldn’t help but betray a grim and horrified expression as he looked on.
If he had enough time and enough lives to offer, this nursery room would have provided him with over two hundred soldiers. It didn’t matter if they were juvenile or adolescent bugs; these carcass beetles would have turned into a terrifying flood of bugs. They would have become his most destructive force.
He would have had absolute confidence to win, even if he faced off against four or five adepts at the same time.
Unfortunately, his dream had been shattered at the hands of that wicked woman.
Acteon’s heart bled whenever he thought of that slender form shrouded in her mist of blood.
At one point, Acteon had successfully produced a terrifying nest of several hundred insects, with thirty-four mature carcass beetles that could each match an ordinary adept on their own.
Yet, the encounter in the woods had dealt a crippling blow to him.
The fearless beetles had clashed with the vampires that could regenerate, and a savage battle erupted. They fought from one end of the forest to another, pursued each other from one mountain to the next. Both parties were like mad bulls that had seen red. They no longer cared for the remnants of the knights, and instead chose to tear at each other until one of them died.
However, Mary the Bloody Sorceress always seemed to have an endless stream of reinforcements during this prolonged war of attrition. The wounded hid in the forest, draining blood to heal themselves. Fresh soldiers from Mary’s reserves would replace the dead. It was with this wicked and ruthless method that Mary forcefully ground away Acteon’s barely formed army.
She had paid a hefty price for the results as well. Five of her eight blood knights had died. Only two Second Grade and one First Grade knight remained.
The most unexpected turn of events came from Soros, Mary’s newest addition to her blood knights. He had successfully turned into a true Second Grade Blood Knight. He was a blood knight whose soul and intelligence was perfectly preserved.
He was half of the reason that had Acteon lost!