Chapter 954: Chapter 952: Self-Surgery
The moonlight transported everyone to a relatively backward city, where the roads weren’t even paved with cement, remaining as the most primitive dirt, full of potholes and puddles.
This was the other side of the planet, and it was noon.
The residents who hadn’t entered the Dream were unaware that among the suddenly appearing group in front of them was one who protected them from the invasions of nightmares—the Moon God.
The natives here were dressed in ragged clothes, their faces gaunt, struggling to guarantee even the most basic necessities of life.
Upon seeing three well-dressed foreigners arrive here, many grew malicious, but as they tried to approach, they felt a strong murderous aura, scattering like livestock approaching a slaughterhouse.
Lorrian’s illusion still existed, appearing as human in everyone’s eyes.
He reached out to cover the wound on his abdomen, the blood quickly dyeing his hand red, his consciousness gradually starting to blur.
“Why!?”
Lorrian could feel that he had clearly grown stronger over time, and with the worship of humanity from multiple worlds, he had reached the “Moon God Prototype,” capable of easily healing such ordinary injuries.
Yet now, even as Lorrian abandoned basic self-healing, trying to use the ‘overlay’ of Dream and reality to repair the wound, it remained ineffective.
Even attempting to create an uninjured self within the Dream was impossible; the knife wound seemed bound inseparably to him.
The teammates also noticed Lorrian’s ordinary abdominal wound.
Reagan hurried to assist with suturing,
but no matter how resilient the alloy suturing thread was or how much potential was stimulated in the surrounding cells through electrical currents, the wound remained unrepairable.
Any suture applied to the wound would promptly snap.
Reagan was encountering such a situation for the first time, staring at the wound had him sweating lubricating oil, with his intelligent machinery unable to assess the current danger.
But the most dangerous one was Lorrian, if this bleeding went unchecked, he might indeed die.
“I’ll help!”
Lene, though not knowing Lorrian, recognized that sliver of moonlight, and since the silver-haired youth had helped William, she was willing to abandon herself in aiding him.
Yet as Lene stepped forward, her shoulder was firmly grasped by a hand, halting her advance.
Lene turned confusedly, “Yi Chen, why won’t you let me help? Isn’t Lorrian our teammate?”
“It’s just a simple, ordinary stab wound; if even such an injury needs you to help, Lene, when we truly face this Disaster in the future, we’ll be left with no option but death.
Lorrian can’t be that inadequate… let him find a way himself.”
“What if something really goes wrong?”
“If he dies, he dies… it’s survival of the fittest, even if borrowing others’ power allows narrowly escaping death now, it would only prolong life a bit.”
“Oh, understood.”
Lene looked at Yi Chen’s cold gaze, it was enough to confirm he certainly wasn’t William. But she still heeded Yi Chen’s words and refrained from intervening.
Then, with his hand over the wound, Lorrian actively made a request, “Could you help me move to a nearby clinic? Any decent clinic will do; I need the ambiance a clinic offers.”
As soon as the words were out,
Reagan used multiple metal limbs extending from his back to secure Lorrian’s body, transferring him to a ramshackle local health station a few hundred meters away.
Before the Doctor could speak, he was handed a piece of Gold.
The Doctor understood immediately, clearing out the nurse and patients receiving injections and drips, leaving everyone a spacious enough operating room.
Lorrian promptly pulled out blood-colored crosses from his suit.
Exposed to the air, the crosses quickly extended into thread-like flesh, forming humanoid shapes, even weaving white nurse uniforms.
A nurse team brought from the sick focus occupied the operating room, driving Yi Chen and others out, and temporarily created a pulsating ‘In Surgery’ sign hanging on the door.
Although closed off, Reagan, of course, could easily see through the room and project the internal scene for everyone to view clearly.
No conventional surgery was performed inside,
the nurses formed a circle in the operating room and used blood to draw a strange array.
They raised their blood-crossed faces, producing seductive sounds through friction between the granular flesh paste, soon a nurse offered herself, crawling underneath the surgical table.
Array activated,
The nurse’s physical form turned into a mist of blood, drifting to Lorrian’s abdominal wound, seeping in…. Suddenly, rootless tentacles grew inside the wound, dancing in the air.
A strong chaotic aura pervaded the entire operating room, causing the wall surface to start peeling off, as various irregular flesh material grew internally.
The tentacles within the wound intertwined and layered, ultimately filling the entire stab wound, ceasing further bleeding, repair successful.
Outside the operating room, Yi Chen’s expression was solemn.
“This isn’t any sort of self-healing, nor surgery, but pure Evil Technique.
In a complete sense, it sacrifices an entire individual, fragments and mashes the individual’s concept, guided by the array, stuffing it into the wound in one go.
Lorrian’s own “Moon God Prototype” can accept this rotten concept, adopting it, using such decomposition to patch the wound.
Is this the world’s chaotic means?”
Lorrian had repaired his body but was still a bit weak from prolonged bleeding.
With a wave, he retrieved the nurse team, sitting on the surgical table recalling the experience earlier. He hadn’t even managed to think through when exactly he got stabbed, as when the moonlight fell, the opponent was still inside the phone booth.
Then, the door of the operating room opened,
Yi Chen evidently stood only at the entrance, yet a tear appeared in Lorrian’s suit.
“Once the number of murders reaches a certain level, the world will deem one a Murderer, usually requiring just over two digits.
Exceeding three digits, four digits, and even more, reaching countless numbers, this person’s [quality] will change.
Without even having to wield their hands, they can accomplish behavior easier than breathing through sheer intention alone.
In the instant we see that guy, we’ve already entered his “Slaughter Field,” standing inside renders escape from his slaughter impossible.
If it weren’t for the timely moonlight withdrawal, we would all have been stabbed repeatedly.
“A Murderer…”
Yi Chen nodded, “Right, and a purely extreme Murderer, precisely the most extreme Evil. Unlike the Hotel Manager we once encountered, without those playful tricks, this Disaster has solely pure slaughter.
We’ve already been marked.”
Lorrian abandoned his current plan without hesitation, “Withdraw… head towards the neighboring world, I will use local [Moon] to send a signal to the Main Material Plane, just wait to answer the call.”
“No need to send a signal! Just head to the neighboring world and wait. Trust Old Deng to find our location and open the transmission channel.”
“Alright, here it’s still midday~ I need to leave the clinic to summon the Moonlight Transmission.”
As the team was preparing to leave along the cramped, old clinic passage, Yi Chen suddenly sensed something,
It wasn’t through the senses but a kind of intuition from former days as a Murderer.
“Nash!”
As Yi Chen shouted, something black slipped quickly from the ear holes, entwining around him.
Clang clang clang~ a unique Iron Chain spewed from a worm’s mouth, pulled by Yi Chen’s hands, blocking him.
Swish!
The clinic’s wooden door was diagonally sliced open, while the iron chain defending Yi Chen’s front was also sparked and ruptured, sending him flying backward, crashing through ten houses before barely coming to a stop.
The Disaster supposed to exist on the other side of the world, at this moment, was standing at the door.
The head with the white mask inclined slightly, somewhat puzzled, seemingly amazed that there was someone capable of blocking such silent slaughter.