Chapter 32 - Calamity Slaving Viruses (1/2)
Foel sent a signal frequency to deactivate the cuffs on Elon's friends back on the concealment dome. She also removed Elon's complicated restrictions in case her luck began to activate. Then again, giving the chimaera the confusion of tone would render her judgement questionable.
”W-why?”
MF approached Elon and put her forefinger to the chimaera's lips. ”Hush, good medicine tastes bitter. Don't forget that you're still under our slave formation.” The devil then slowly pulled her finger to touch her lips. ”Now, I recommend finding your friend inside the concealment dome we've set to hide from the raid. They are in a bad shape, but they are alive. You better hurry or the food will spoil and attract the scavengers who pick up what's left of the flesh.”
The manic smile made Elon remember who she was dealing with. The torn and bloody clothes MF showcased back then weren't a lie. The thought of revolt and vengeance came back to her until she saw the glare of those who commit atrocious acts like it was Tuesday morning.
It was a glare that would absolutely do everything to kill her again. She knew that she wasn't invincible anymore, resisting them would be a death sentence. She didn't know anything about the Crysaj and other realms but there was one thing for sure that was absolute.
MF and Foel were revenant incarnations. Ironically, they were actually a revenant but Elon was unconscious to see their fall and revival.
Their killing intent was enough to shroud the sky. It might be enhanced with their soul's symbols pills but in Elon's eyes, they are the true evil who made the fact that her interrogation seemed like a blessing. MF's aura of rebellion affected her judgement of wanting revenge, turning her into a meek and obedient slave both in mentality and body.
A rebellion to the now turned girl's purest feelings.
The thought of having her heart pierced again was as terrifying as seeing her friend were killed. After some dangerous trains of thought, she then noticed something within her soul.
256 layers of slave formation. There were no errors or weakness in any kind because it was done by forcefully removing her own soul anchor without any external energy. It was a maximum prison with no weaknesses to abuse.
”Remember, you're our possession now.”
”... Yes.”
MF and Foel left the scene, leaving the traumatized Elon, standing with an artifact to defend herself and a poorly scribbled map of the whereabouts of Lilia and Sura. The self depreciation was gone, what was only left was the fear of disobeying her new master.
Passing numerous raging Calamities, both revenants rushed to the Citadel, commencing the second phase of their plan.
Fortune's blessings didn't even trigger for the whole process of the interrogation. Maybe, becoming the slave of the future menace was the luckiest thing that happened to her all along.
Both of them reached the rear of the Calamities raid. Numerous magic projectiles passed them like spark from welded metal. Not long after they came as the messiah of those Calamities, more cannon variants were rising, and it was all because of one sole thing.
'Virus Secretion.'
MF managed to utilize this genetic schematic that was left behind on her latest experiments. A virus is a submicroscopic infectious agent that replicates only inside the living cells of an organism. Viruses do infect all life forms, from animals and plants to microorganisms, including bacteria and archaea, but MF didn't want an inhabitable outbreak so she used this gene in a different approach.
Because viruses exist in the form of independent particles, or what MF likes to call virions. They consist of long molecules of DNA or RNA that encode the structure of the proteins by which the virus acts. MF then coded it to only infect a Calamity's genetic exterior and programmed it to create a horrendous mutagen using its ribonucleic acid to mutate them instantly using their own physical energy.
Then came the newest variants that sucked after more minutes of the virus experimentation. A variant that could syphon all of their mana to create a stronger organic cannon on their body parts. A Calamity with a high amount of mana would be able to mutate a city-destroying blaster and it certainly had happened right on the battlefield.
The Citadel's shield was bombarded with concentrated kinetic energy multiple times. The Vagant Association and the followers from Temple of Pallas had enacted numerous killing formations to assassinate the higher variant of those Calamities, but this doesn't change the reality that they won't survive any longer than a day.
But there was an icing on the cake.
MF had given time for Foel to develop a Calamity slaving magic-circuit formation. In common sense, one couldn't enslave or control those monstrous menaces using this technique but MF and Foel were now filled with a high amount of 'void' in which they used these extreme substances to create a counter benchmark to make one of the forbidden spells.
”Put more circuit gates to shift the trigger on these numerous kinds of Calamities' physical vessels,” MF said, supervising Foel who was meticulously trying to create the revolutionary spell's circuits. ”They don't have a soul but they have something similar that acts as a soul within them.”