182: Chapter 182 The Third Resurrection

Third Princess and the others temporarily returned to the New Capital to discuss countermeasures.

Meanwhile, the Old Capital ushered in the dawn of the third day.

On the central square of Comorion in the Old Capital, the huge boulder that had pressed down for an entire night began to tremble.

Several wizard assistants who had not yet managed to evacuate the square stopped in their tracks simultaneously, turning back to stare at the boulder that required at least six adult Voormis working together to lift.

The stone shook once more; this time it was more pronounced, more violent, and less concealed than the last. Pebbles at the edge of the boulder began to roll off, hitting the frozen earth with teeth-setting impact sounds.

A groan came from deep within the frozen earth, and then the boulder was violently flipped over from directly underneath.

That boulder, heavy enough to require six Voormis to lift together, was hurled into mid-air like a piece of dried tree bark by the impact erupting from deep within the frozen earth, spinning several times before smashing into a stone pillar at the edge of the square, breaking it into two pieces on the spot, with gravel and chunks of frozen earth exploding in all directions.

Only a dark hole remained where the boulder had originally pressed.

An arm reached out from the dark hole, but that arm was no longer an arm.

The surface of the tentacle-like grayish-white limb was covered with continuously rolling and entwining slender flesh-tendrils. At the end of each tendril grew a tiny sucker, the edges of which were still oozing translucent mucus, and those flesh-tendrils wriggled, curled, and stretched wildly and uncoordinatedly in the air.

Then came the second tentacle, and the third tentacle.

Then came the legs.

Those two legs had already bifurcated from the knees and hips into several soft, trunk-like appendages covered with dense suckers, the tip of each trunk bending, gripping, and tearing at the frozen earth on the edge of the dark hole as flexibly as fingers, forcefully dragging the torso up from the depths of the hole.

At that position where no organs should have been, a wide, hideous, cup-shaped giant mouth was now growing. There were no teeth in that mouth, only countless dense and sharp cilia writhing on the inner walls of the oral cavity, and every opening and closing gushed a foul-smelling mist from deep within the throat.

When the torso was completely exposed to the morning light, all the wizards and militiamen still standing on the square let out a muffled scream simultaneously.

The head was attached between the lower end of the chest and the diaphragm; some brutal, ominous force had forcefully sewn the head at the junction of the chest and abdominal cavities.

The severed section of the head and the sternum were forcefully connected together by grayish-white granulation tissue, which was still pulsating in a regular and sickening manner.

Because it was attached at this position, one of the eyes completely detached from its original eye socket, sliding down from the face, passing the collarbone and ribs, and finally stopping at the position of the navel.

Now that eye was looking out from the center of the abdomen at this world that was about to be destroyed by its own hands.

(The above appearance description is based on the original text, with content adapted by the author.)

Kengaxin Zaun stood on the central square of Comorion in the Old Capital for the third time.

Not a single trace of a normal human form remained anywhere on his body.

He used his tentacle-like arms to coil around the two wizard assistants closest to him; the two had their limbs firmly gripped by the suckers on the tentacles, and their screams echoed across the square.

He shoved both people simultaneously into all the mouths on his body.

The cup-shaped giant mouth swallowed one of them, and the cilia dissolved the fabric and skin simultaneously the moment they contacted the clothing, followed by muscles, bones, and internal organs. All biological tissues touched by the cilia were decomposed into minced meat suitable for swallowing within a very short time.

The mouth on the abdomen swallowed the legs of the other person, while the trunk-like appendages bifurcated from the knees and hips simultaneously coiled around passing militiamen and merchants, slowly twisting, peeling, and devouring their limbs from the joints.

He was no longer feeding as a human; all the organs on his body that could be called mouths were devouring simultaneously.

And the screams of those people he had swallowed also came out from several different mouths at the same time, echoing over the square into a chaotic and desperate ensemble.

The wizards on the square reacted, and dark red magic fireballs and binding Spells bombarded Kengasing from all directions simultaneously.

But these Spells hitting his constantly mutating, continuously reorganizing, and proliferating grayish-white body were like throwing pebbles into a swamp, disappearing completely after splashing a small circle of ripples.

He was no longer that half-breed bastard whom the wizards had repeatedly executed, repeatedly beheaded, and repeatedly pressed down with boulders.

He was Kengaxin Zaun.

The third resurrection, the third merger, the third time breaking free from the shackles of human morality.

The Bloodline left by the Old Gods on the Hyperborean continent was stuffing this Old Capital, which was destined to be buried by his own hands, bit by bit into his own body in a primitive and violent manner.

Unfortunately, the timeline had changed.

The king of the Old Capital, King Hongkat, had already rushed to the scene with the sheriffs.

The wizards of the Old Capital were powerful enough; they continuously sacrificed slaves and citizens.

A portal silently tore open in mid-air—this was a cross-continent banishment gate that six grand wizards could barely maintain together. They were going to stuff Kengaxin Zaun into it, forever banishing this thrice-resurrected Bloodline of the Old Gods to the desolate Void Realm outside the Hyperborean continent.

Magic chains wrapped around Kengasing's tentacle-like arms, trunk-like lower limbs, and the still-opening-and-closing cup-shaped giant mouth on his shoulder, dragging him toward the door inch by inch.

King Hongkat stood at the edge of the altar ruins, his armor splattered with the grayish-white blood sprayed by Kengasing, the broadsword in his hand still dripping with debris just hacked off from some mutated tentacle.

Before the demigod could be stuffed into the portal, from the other side of the portal, from the direction of the banishment destination...

Something was crawling in from the other side of the portal.

That pair of arms was covered with grayish-green, semi-melted protoplasm, and some gelatinous substance between solid and liquid was flowing down the forearms.

A seam-like trace split open on the palm of the left hand, and its wide-open mouth began to spew obscenities.

The five fingers of the right hand spread wide, tightly clasping the frozen earth at the edge of the portal.

That face wore a tattered black veil, most of which was soaked through with grayish-green mucus, clinging to the cheekbones and the bridge of the nose, still dripping with viscous grayish-green liquid.

Beneath the veil, one eye socket was empty, while the other socket was crammed with three shattered dark red eyeballs, each rotating abnormally in different directions.

One rolled upward to look at the demigod, one tilted to the left staring fixedly at the edge of the portal, and yet another was directed straight at the group of wizards on the square who had been completely stunned.

On the chest was a hollow running completely through front and back, in the exact center of which floated a constantly beating miniature sun. The lower body had completely disappeared, turning into a pool of continuously dividing grayish-green gelatinous solution.

The waist was tightly wrapped by a layer of grayish-white cobweb-like membrane.

This monster dragged itself out of the portal.

The grayish-green solution dragged a trace across the frozen earth; the stone slabs and altar fragments touched by the solution began to melt silently, completely rewritten at the molecular structure level by some unclean, corrupt power.

Then he raised his head, and the three shattered eyeballs turned simultaneously toward the wizards on the square who were maintaining the sealing array.

"Who is the offspring of the God of Toads?"

The single eye on Kengaxin Zaun's abdomen slowly turned toward this grayish-green monster crawling out of the portal, and the cup-shaped giant mouth on his shoulder issued an uncoordinated hiss.

That hiss carried no hostility, only confusion and curiosity.

"You carry the scent of Mother on you."

The remaining wizards, along with the slaves and the relatives of King Hongkat, had been unwilling to believe the prophecy of the White Witch, and now the price had come.

The wizards present.

Were completely numb.