Chapter 200 Chapter 200: Star of Eden
Chapter 200: Star of Eden
"Your friend?"
Specter smoothed her own beautiful hair, looking at Skadi with a playful expression.
This question actually stumped her. Friend? She had only just met him for the first time.
"Sort of."
She didn't want to dwell on this issue.
"Shark, seeing you still the same as ever puts my mind at ease."
Gladiia's icy expression faded upon seeing her companion.
"Actually, I quite liked that nun personality 'myself'."
The smile on Specter's face was gentle, but when her gaze turned towards the Deep Sea Bishop in the distance, it became dangerous again.
Her parted lips and gleaming white teeth made her appear somewhat ferocious.
"You didn't really bring the sax, did you?"
"I do have that much preparation."
Skadi opened the instrument case, revealing a circular saw and a greatsword. She deftly threw the weapons to Specter.
Whirr!
The sharp saw blade spun, emitting a mechanical hum.
Feeling that familiar vibration, Specter felt the blood in her body begin to flow again along with the saw blade.
This is the feeling!
"Little brother, I'm going to kill him. Any objections?"
Shark was very polite, to a select few people.
As for her teammates' opinions? Laurentina believed that the anger in her companions' hearts probably wouldn't be much less than her own.
"Be my guest."
Kevin withdrew his hand from the Harbinger. The other remained motionless; only the wisps of white mist swirling around its body indicated it had already turned into an ice sculpture.
Almost the instant his words fell.
The ferocious weapon, wrapped in a gale, tore through the Deep Sea Bishop's robe with the exaggerated strength of a Deep Sea Hunter.
Crack!
That was the sound of sawing through carapace and bone.
The pain receptors he had cleverly hidden within his bone marrow were triggered again. The sudden pain made him howl in agony.
The pain in his body prevented him from considering the "Messenger's" fate any further.
"Pretty tough, huh."
Specter said with surprise, but added another two points of strength to her hands.
"Shark, fall back first."
Even without her companion's reminder, she had already smelled that putrid odor.
The circular saw spun, tearing through the entangled flesh. She used the inertia from pulling out the weapon to float lightly backward.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two tentacles covered in dark green body hair shot out.
She leaned back; the circular saw traced a gray arc. When flesh met weapon, the tentacles were severed cleanly.
The Deep Sea Bishop's voice grew increasingly shrill—anger, frenzy, like a beast that had lost most of its reason!
His body was swelling.
His chest split open like leaves; pale bone fragments solidified into flesh and blood branches. His head began to split in two from between his eyebrows; strange sacs bulged on it...
Beneath the already tattered bishop's robe, wildly dancing tentacles had already taken root in the cavern floor.
The remnants accumulated here from all creatures that had died in this place became nourishment for his growth.
"Damnable abominations... your existence... for science &＃&￥@."
The Bishop's voice gradually turned into meaningless chirping; his lungs were being transformed into water-filtering organs.
Bloated flesh filled nearly a quarter of the cavern area, and the expansion showed no signs of stopping.
"Orca! Shark!"
Gladiia made a gesture, pointing upward.
The two understood and rushed toward the direction of the church cavern passage they came from.
"Scream of the Seaborn (Don't even think about escaping)!"
Several sharp water arrows shot from the two giant petals formed by Quintus's head.
"Don't just stand there."
A long lance split two streams of water arrows. Surprisingly, when the fluid water arrows struck the weapon, they made a sound like metal clashing.
Gladiia looked at the man who showed no reaction to the water arrows and reminded him.
"Returning the favor from earlier."
Although he had controlled that ambushing Seaborn and disrupted her original plan to feign death to extract information, he did help, which was a fact.
Kevin glanced at her and silently dispersed the cold air in his hand.
"You two, stop chatting."
Seeing her second-in-command's "unnecessary" action, Skadi, who had witnessed that "sun," almost cringed enough to stomp the tentacles on the ground into pulp.
Is it possible that he simply doesn't need your help?
"Follow us."
Gladiia lowered her hat brim, swung her long lance, and withdrew toward the passage.
The Deep Sea Hunters were fast; in the blink of an eye, they were almost at the passage entrance. But the expected pursuit did not come.
"It's not just an attack; even that little brother isn't following."
!!!
The three turned back to see Kevin standing quietly in place, watching the Seaborn double-headed flower moving toward him.
When a mountain of flesh composed of bloated meat and chitinous hard shells moved toward a person, that oppressive feeling of facing a monster was almost instantly elevated to its peak.
Thick flesh vines, water arrows mixed with bone spikes, and surging waves of flesh...
Anyone daring to stand in Quintus's way would incur his merciless assault!
But unfortunately, standing before him was the pinnacle of another civilization. Compared to the crude and disorderly wild evolution of the Deep Sea Church, two systems named "science" and "Honkai" were perfectly combined within him, creating...
No, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was a god-made man—Kevin.
"I'm curious."
He raised his hand. A sphere with golden patterns on its surface hovered in Kevin's palm, looking like an utterly ordinary ornament.
"Is there a limit to your 'adaptation' ability?"
"%&@(#&!"
The other's remaining scant reason was solely focused on killing these Deep Sea Hunter abominations and the assassin who killed the "Messenger" before his eyes.
He couldn't understand Kevin's words at all. Or rather, Quintus's auditory system was mostly transformed as well.
But physical dominance made up for this; its power came from the sea!
Almost there! Just a little more! It could grab this man before it and tear him apart!
The tentacles were almost within a meter of touching the corner of this man's clothes.
But it was this one meter—a distance even a normal person could step—that seemed farther than his nearly hundred-year-long life.
So near yet so far!
An immense and vast gravitational force instantly compressed onto his massive body. The tentacles were pressed down toward the ground at extreme speed.
The two giant corollas couldn't withstand being pressed down either. The already slow-moving mountain of flesh now couldn't budge an inch.
"Or perhaps put another way: Is there a limit to your 'evolution'?"
Kevin stepped forward one step at a time. Viscous slurry and unidentified biological tissue rapidly turned into frost, only to be crushed mercilessly under combat boots.
Looking at this creature "kneeling" before him—even though its organ called "legs" had long degenerated—there was no essential difference in posture.
"We can test it."
The sphere in his hand rotated, emitting a purple light.
Mimicry · Star of Eden, First Rated Power.
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