Chapter 184
Although she didn't understand why Shaer had given such an order, the Mother Goddess must have her reasons for doing so.
It wasn't until the cultists vanished from sight, leaving only the bodies of two third-tier extraordinary beings on the ground, that Shaer finally let out a sigh of relief.
Keeping them on guard outside her line of sight should prevent any misfortune from occurring... As for the rules that had already been broken, there was nothing Shaer could do about that.
All she could do was pray that the cultists on the perimeter would help absorb some of the misfortune for her.
As long as they didn't drop a meteorite, everything would be manageable.
“Please wait a moment, Lord Shaer.”
Just as Shaer was about to approach the two bodies, Tara stepped forward and ran to a corner of the factory where a burlap cloth was draped. She lifted the cloth, revealing what lay beneath.
It was a massive wooden table large enough to accommodate two people, covered with various tools.
Daggers, saws, scissors, tweezers, scales, and measuring cups... almost everything one would need for dissection was laid out and ready.
In addition to these, there was a vial of potion containing a translucent yellow liquid, with a shriveled black spider floating in the center of the bottle.
At that moment, Shaer also had a vial of potion in her pocket, but compared to the one Tara had placed on the table, her yellow liquid was murkier, and the spider's remains were somewhat damaged, supplemented with many unknown properties.
At least from appearance, the potion on the table seemed to be of higher quality.
There was no choice; after all, the vial in Shaer's possession was merely exchanged for chips from the Dedun Manor. While it was usable, its quality was indeed questionable.
If there was a better potion available, Shaer certainly wouldn't refuse it.
Four white shadows emerged from the shadows of the bodies, lifting the two corpses and heading toward the wooden table, while Shaer walked in the same direction.
After Tara placed the bodies on the table, she stepped back, watching Shaer from a distance, her eyes filled with excitement.
This was undoubtedly a historic day... It was a pity that the Saintess and the Divine Servant couldn't be present to witness this thrilling scene...
And she, too, would become a part of this history, to be recounted by future generations—in a time when the Holy Ascendancy would spread across the world.
Shaer's hand gently brushed over the wooden table, which had small gaps, and beneath it lay a mat to prevent blood from splattering and staining boots and skirts.
In this era, there was no profession known as "forensic expert," and the police station didn't have a true coroner. This role was typically filled by medical experts or even legal professionals and government officials, who were not medically trained.
To ordinary people, and even to most detectives, the act of examining a corpse was filled with sin and curses. Many nobles and detectives referred to coroners as savages.
A typical coroner wouldn't possess such a complete set of specialized equipment; it was likely that the Holy Ascendancy had developed these tools for their own human research or sacrifices.
Shaer walked along the edge of the table, her fingertips gliding over the rough wood, finally resting on the vial of potion.
Since the rules had already been broken enough, why not directly shatter the prohibition against touching the extraordinary and let the storm come down even harder?
Shaer grasped the potion bottle, her warm palm seemingly awakening the black spider floating inside.
The translucent yellow potion, infused with extraordinary properties, was absorbed into the spider's body, causing it to swell, and the six crimson compound eyes on its forehead opened under the potion's influence.
The first step was to drink the potion.
The success of the suturing would be closely tied to the completion of her replication ritual. Shaer had to be in her best condition to ensure she could pass this.
Taking a deep breath, she held the potion bottle in her left hand, while her right hand slowly pulled out the wooden cork.
The spider, filled with potion, quickly crawled out of the bottle, racing up Shaer's arm and onto her back. Just as she felt the coldness on her hand, a sharp pain shot through her neck.
With that pain came an excruciating sensation, as if she were being corroded, causing Shaer's fingers to tremble slightly.
If she had a mirror in front of her at that moment, she would see her veins bulging, violet blood coursing through her veins, spreading until her cheeks and body were laced with crimson threads.
It was as if she were ensnared in a purple spider web.
Shaer felt her vision blur, her steps becoming unsteady, as if she had suddenly transitioned from sobriety to drunkenness in an instant.
She braced herself against the table, feeling her heart race. At that moment, she sensed that all the heat in her body was trapped inside. Unable to help herself, she reached out with her right hand to steady her left shoulder, only to be met with a tearing pain.
This pain jolted her back to clarity, and Shaer noticed that beneath her clothing, the skin she had touched was now torn, the flesh adhering to her clothes being ripped away from the muscle.
The replication ritual... was about to begin...
This sensation was not far from the descriptions in her notes. Shaer began to feel a layer of pale purple covering her cornea, and combined with the previous blurriness, it distorted her perception of everything around her.
She trembled as she reached for the dagger, moving toward Opode's corpse.
Opode's head had been completely eroded by the [Deadly Blood Roland], his skull and face riddled with holes, rendering it useless.
But his internal organs were still fresh, and Lucy's body was relatively intact. She needed to transplant a healthy portion of Opode's organs into Lucy—especially the core trait that had yet to be extracted from Opode's body: his heart.
Shaer plunged the dagger directly into Opode's chest, carving a Y-shaped incision across his torso. She then used both hands to peel back the skin along this incision, exposing the ribs beneath.
Although Shaer had never dissected a human before, she had stabbed enough people, including herself, to know where the vital areas were; as long as she avoided those spots, she would be fine.
Sweat poured from Shaer, making it difficult for her to grip the tools.
She quickly grabbed the saw and began to saw through Opode's ribs.
Damn "Crown Guard"... why do the bones feel as hard as iron even in death...
A drop of sweat seemed to hear Shaer's thoughts, dripping from her palm.
Sizzle...
The sweat slowly corroded the crimson ribs, creating a hole.
A savory aroma wafted through the air.
Shaer discarded the hand saw and used her hands to pry open Opode's ribs.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—
The hard ribs and flesh transformed from crimson to dark red, then to charred black, until Shaer effortlessly pulled them apart.
A heart that had stopped beating appeared before Shaer's eyes.
The heart's exterior was black, smooth like black steel, and when touched, it felt distinctly hard.
She severed the connections between the heart and the body, yanking it out. Shaer's gaze continued to search through Opode's insides for any remaining areas that were slowly exuding potion.
Chunks of skin, muscle tissue, and internal organs were dug out by Shaer's bare hands.
Meanwhile, Tara, watching Shaer under the dim light, had her hands clasped in front of her, her face lit up with an unyielding smile of excitement.
The once intact third-tier corpse was now disassembled into fragments by Lord Shaer. Her movements began to slow, but Tara could sense that Shaer had fully entered her state of focus.
As she watched Shaer transform the once recognizable corpse into a bloody tableau on the wooden table, Tara couldn't help but take a few steps forward, eager to observe Shaer's actions closely.
At the same time, she heard Shaer murmuring weakly.
“There are no eyes behind me; it’s dangerous... If I cover my hair a bit, I might pass for a normal person…”
“So troublesome…”
“Two hearts... If I don’t need to eat, I can remove the useless organs…”
A stream of translucent slime oozed from Shaer's hands, binding the muscles back into the corpse. Under the writhing of the seemingly sentient slime, the extraordinary muscles were drawn back into the body.
Was she already able to use most of her abilities?
Tara looked at the bloody and horrific scene before her, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her.
Though she had her own extremes, she felt that Lord Shaer was taking it to another level.
Time passed, and Lucy's pale corpse twitched slightly. Tara's eyes lit up at this sight.
It was almost a success!
Chapter 118: The Highest Reward for Consecutive Kills.
In Bolun City, in the Bell Tower Alley District, within a factory under construction.
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