Chapter 245: Wanna Be Human? (1/2)

Chapter 245: Wanna Be Human?

Translator: IreneEditor: X

He Yong looked on listlessly at the densely packed vine creepers. They hung down like snakes, their ends slightly moving. They would flock to whichever wounded person who made any movement. He Yong was a brave wood elementalist. The vines he once treated as his partner were now indicting him cruelly.

From his initial fear to his collapse to the numbness he felt now, He Yong already knew he had no hope of surviving.

At this point, he was actually less afraid. He was merely waiting for the Death God’s arrival.

Without hope, people were able to feel calm instead. Complain? There was nothing to complain about. Death meant the end. Killing his partners with his own hands had brought greater and endless suffering.

His trial had already started when he was infected with the blood poison.

The blood poison spread inside his body and he felt a terrifying, ferocious beast awakening within. He would rather die a quiet death as a wounded soldier in the military camp than lose consciousness and start attacking humans like a wild beast. He would rather die than use this body to kill his friends and family.

Death did not arrive immediately. The blood poison was still spreading.

The moments before death often made people reflect on all that they had done in life. While he had not accomplished anything significant his whole life, had not earned a lot of money, had not achieved great success, and had some unfulfilled wishes, he was already very content.

He had a cute child, a beautiful wife, and most importantly, they were still alive.

He had pushed them aside at the last moment. Feeling proud of his bravery, there was no better ending than this.

He was going to die, but they would live on nicely. That was enough for him.

He felt lucky in fact. All he needed to do now was to enjoy his last moments of glory as he waited for the arrival of death.

The blood poison spread very quickly and he could feel the changes within his body. It was not weak. Rather, it was filled with power. Impetuous power. Thoughts of massacre and the intention to kill emerged in his head continuously, growing uncontrollably like wild weeds.

His body was strengthening, his nails becoming as sharp as feline claws. In the middle of the night, he could hear sounds of bones growing. His flesh was becoming thicker, and his hair was growing at a visible speed. His voice became coarser, more turbid, and he even started howling lowly like a wild beast.

His vision became blood red. He stirred restlessly. Any tiny bit of sound greatly provoked his murderous instincts.

He started losing control over his body and would attack anyone who came near.

He Yong noticed that his control was rapidly declining, but he was not that afraid. It happened to the other wounded people as well. The spread of the blood poison would beastify them, turning them into dangerous blood fiends who frantically attacked everything around them.

At this time, the vines above his head would make the final judgment and end his life.

He Yong knew that his time was almost up. The closer he came, the more he felt that death was a form of release. He could not control his body. His mind was filled with evil thoughts, unable to recall the beautiful moments of his life or the beautiful smiles on his wife and child’s faces.

What was the point of living like this? The thought that his family would see him in this ugly state made him tremble. When compared to that, death meant nothing.

It was time to end everything.

Come on!

Yet, what he feared happened. The fluttering vines continued swaying leisurely above his head, as if he was not there.

Kill me quickly!

He shouted madly, but only angry, beast-like grunts came out of his throat.

The vines above had no reaction whatsoever.

Why?

An insane bloodlust overtook his body and mind, exploding suddenly. The scarlet red world was like a tide that occupied his vision and brain. His remaining rationality shrank into a corner, witnessing everything that was happening. His body felt so foreign and was no longer under his control.

All of a sudden, he pounced on the person closest to him, his hands full of sharp nails that effortlessly pierced into the victim’s body.

What he got in return was a beast-like bellow.

The whole camp turned into a cruel wrestling ring.

Looking down at the fight that was currently raging, Yan Hai’s heart was filled with frigid air. Thousands of people killing simultaneously… such a chaotic, bloody scene made his hands and feet icy. He had never thought of himself as a good person, but the sight before him still frightened him.

What he feared more was the person beside him. The mastermind of it all, Sir Tian Kuan.

Half had fallen in the blink of an eye. The wild beasts’ angry grunts became sparser as well. Corpses and crisscrossing streams of fresh blood filled the ground. It was simply a bitter and bleak looking battleground.

Tian Kuan fiddled with the plants unhurriedly.

The densely packed vines grew swiftly, and like agile snakes, they dipped into the bloodpool. They suctioned and absorbed the fresh blood greedily, as if they were tasting a delicacy. Blood red wisps invaded the tender greenery, producing an exceptionally demonic effect.

”This fresh blood is first-rate fertilizer. It cannot be wasted,” Tian Kuan commented indifferently.

Yan Hai quivered. ”Sir, your subordinate is slow-witted. There’s something I don’t quite understand,” he started to say, but not without hesitation.

”Oh, what do you not get?” Tian Kuan replied casually.

Yan Hai questioned carefully, ”These wounded soldiers were infected by the sacred blood and are already our people. Isn’t this… a pity?”

”A pity?” Tian Kuan burst out laughing. ”You think it’s a pity?”

Yan Hai stammered, ”What I meant was that if this many people were to team up, their power would be commendable.”

Tian Kuan smiled. ”I only need useful people. There are many of them, but the majority are useless. I only need the cream of the crop. 50 of them is all I need.”

Yan Hui trembled inwardly, his legs fighting to remain straight. Cold sweat poured down his back.