Chapter 1859: Chapter 1854: Seedbed of Vessels (9)

"The body doesn’t seem that emaciated, so how did it get out of control to this extent?"

Time for survival is precious, and White’s decisiveness was clearly well-received.

As the group quickly followed, even before they approached, Jill had already arrived at her observation conclusion.

It wasn’t just reckless talk; although there were crimson lines of blood visible on the body’s torso, the sense of decay wasn’t as severe, at least lighter than hers.

"Not sure—look at me!"

Without understanding it himself, White immediately shouted at it.

The fact proved unexpectedly effective; the person’s head on the ground, with a near-convulsive motion, suddenly lifted, trying to face the team that had already approached.

"Can you stand up?"

Ignoring those asymmetrical eyes, unsure if they could still see him, White paused for a moment due to the reaction, coldly asked.

And the effect was that the body once again began violently convulsing but neither stood up nor responded vocally, with eyes turning only bloodier.

However, White responded to it.

A familiar flame, at that moment, gracefully landed and exploded amidst the many incredulous gazes.

...

Even at a distance, one could still feel the astonishing heat.

Coupled with the violent impact, the prison guard at the center, along with the twitching bloodlines on his body, turned to flying ashes at that moment.

"Watch out!"

And almost simultaneously, Jill’s warning rang out.

White undoubtedly adhered to the style of a real man not looking back at explosions and was almost ready to walk away.

And when he realized why Jill was warning, a humanoid crimson form was rushing in with the shockwave, just a step away.

Although the next instant, as if trapped in some strange force field, it could no longer move forward and even began the same bizarre twitch.

"This seems not human, but some kind of monster..."

Before White could react, a diagnosis from the Scholar appeared, eager to explain.

It was clear he was struggling to control his emotions.

But the twisting growing from a human body clearly made someone like him, also subject to contamination, feel an overwhelming discomfort.

Especially since it’s different from the previous ones; it’s not just the twisted movements, this thing’s form is clearly wrong.

Simply put, the possibly limbs, at a glance, had at least more than five—and even heads more than one.

Almost as soon as the Scholar finished shouting, a head emerged bulgingly from the area where the bloodline should have been the abdomen.

"I can’t control it anymore!"

Jill’s low roar followed, clearly she had done more than just warn earlier, the attack halted there was due to her ability.

Unfortunately, as the second head pushed forward, a barrier seemed finally breached, its movements abruptly rapid.

Boom!

And before it pounced on White, it got instantly shattered under a formidable force.

The always-laggard Sinners, at that moment, had already quietly arrived beside, swinging a massive black-blue fist.

...

If the Apocalypse Knight descends like this, defending might indeed be somewhat troublesome.

Ignoring the team’s incredulous looks, Fu Qian evaluated the feel in his heart.

Though at this stage, it’s merely a preliminary probe along with prison management and inmates to test the reality of this place, there was never a rigidity to play the spectators.

That punch just now, on one hand, helped keep this team steadily operating.

On the other hand, it allowed a personal test of the Crimson Angel’s resilience, why not?

As for exposing one’s strength—indeed, a chance to flaunt strength subtly.

Currently, the evaluation concludes that the Crimson Angel’s power is directly related to its original host to some extent; for instance, this one isn’t quite resilient to beatings.

However, simultaneously, its thorough destruction also manifested trouble.

Given the previous force was a bit excessive, the latter was shattered beyond description with debris, yet it was still possible to sense something melting into the surroundings, intangible but substantial, as if the air was heavier.

That was a change noticeable since the first Crimson Angel was eliminated.

Simply destroying them doesn’t seem to resolve the problem.

"Your Excellency..."

Yet without waiting for White to speak, Miss An couldn’t help but with faint excitement amidst shock.

Apparently not optimistic about the situation, she was seeking some power to combat, and the fullness of the spectator’s style of Sinners surprisingly acted not only righteously but also with an incredibly strong method.

"Continue."

Regrettably, the latter clearly had little to talk about, merely glancing at her, folding his hands behind his back to urge moving ahead.

...

"What does Your Excellency think happened earlier? Has some sort of more special mutation occurred?"

On the move again, this time quieter.

Fortunately, from time to time, loud noises erupted in the not densely populated cells along, livening the atmosphere a bit.

Though Miss An’s prior response was impolite, Jill ultimately sidled in to inquire softly.

It was evident her insight in this team was top-notch.

Precisely because of this, she sensed the dread of this bald old man further and held grudges against the earlier monster’s form.

"Those two people."

Yet Fu Qian’s response was similarly a brief look and conciseness.

Two!

However, this casual remark provoked an exaggerated reaction.

Including White, thoughtfully staring at Fu Qian’s sleeve-covered hand, with a noticeable pause in his step.

"An already matured individual entered that guy’s body..."

Jill responded immediately in realization.

Admittedly, once adapting to such a setting, even the twisted movements and inhuman forms from earlier seemed easier to comprehend.

"Then merged with the bloodlines within the body, even devoured—"

"We are here, just there."

Yet her analysis got outright interrupted.

White finally coldly spoke, pointing ahead.

"Just a slight angle alteration, and you will soon see an unbelievable sight—"

Unfortunately, interrupters are always interrupted; the next instant, his footsteps and voice stilled, resembling a sculpture.

How...

A strong foreboding urged everyone to quicken their pace.

And following the statue’s pointing, an incredible scene indeed came into view.

A huge door-shaped void had really appeared in the back wall of the building.

Except that behind it wasn’t any passage, but a wall emitting an endless icy aura, crystalline and cold.

As though stepping past, one would fall into an infinite abyss.

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