Chapter 162 - Surprisingly, Dirty Deeds Done Dirty Cheap (1/2)
Not only that the dual gargantuan serpents were seamlessly realistic, they were able to be used as a means of intimidation and soul damage as the illusionary formation had been amplified with a huge amount of 'faith of death' by MF.
Each of those first generic disciples was still trying to process what was going on. Everything felt extremely surreal to them. Even Jojo, who was probably the most calm and experienced of them all, was opening his eyes widely to perceive this once in a lifetime beautiful scenery from the air.
Jaro grinned, thinking about what kind of new training session that he would experience in the future. Ragoni was excited because for the first time, she might be able to become a proper cultivator and ditched her struggling merchant life.
Carla was in brain maintenance because the information was too much for her to handle, leaving her mouth agape.
Guda slyly smirked, only she and Foel knew what was in her head.
The light was orchestrated with the ever ascending gargantuan dual serpents. As the sect's ground was protruding its glow to enhance the double helix Ouroboros symbols even more.
In the nick of time, MF's voice boomed into the sky where the sect was. Certainly, she used her angel form while hiding somewhere in the sky.
”All of you're down on an abandoned world, lacking an astounding view. Once a crowded coop, cluttered up by countless mortals, clucking around without a clue that they were nothing without a use.
”This whole world is a putting ground for a powerful few. Isn't it wonderful what uncontrolled power and prestige could do?”
The tanomobi was startled at first because she was the one who was supposed to give a speech for this moment. 'It seemed like Meshia's plan to lure and extract the information from the goddess was done faster than we speculated.'
Foel opened up a vial that contained the mutagen for 'Tunguska Blood' genetic. With precise motion, she dropped six droplets that landed on each six first generation disciples.
The droplet stretched and coated their entire skin, piercing deep into their nucleus as it wreaked havoc within them. MF didn't prepare the same kind of mutagen that she injected to Foel for them.
She felt like suffering to success was necessary for mental training. Presumably, they would bear an unbearable amount of pain for a couple of days before the mutagen finished reconstructing their genetics.
With a bright smile from the hidden pseudo-angel, MF continued her speech.
”Each of you will be granted with the 'Blood Of Tunguska'. Those droplets will remold your entire physique into those akin to the divine. Of course, great power comes with great pain, it's highly advised that the six of you need to bear the excruciating process for a few days.
”The three individuals that you saw watching all of you from above are the Elders of this sect. Perform well, and they might take you as their core disciples.
”As for now, all of you will be sent home. When you stepped your feet into this place for the second time, we will welcome the six of you with an open arm. Not a stranger, but the disciple of Lautus Tunguska.”
Damascus placed each of them to a teleportation formation that sent the disciples to their own living territory within Ouranos Citadel.
”That's quick.” Ki chuckled.
”Well, guess it's time to find out Tuli's whereabouts.” Damascus loudly laughed, amused that the hellspawn didn't appear as planned.
”Wait, who is the messenger again?” Foel tilted her head.
”I think it was Toma.” Damascus pointed out.
”Oh.”
”Oh.”
”What…?”
”Toma can't talk yet.” Foel put her most monotone deadpan.
”No wonder I didn't see him…”
Meanwhile, at the front of the Ouroboros' Garden.
”Uhm, I think you're trying to say something really, really important, Toma.” Tuli crouched, with her Catalis being unsheathed on the ground.
”Plup, plup.” Toma tried his hardest to send the message, but the only voice that he could make was only the sound of popping bubbles.
”Toma, do you want some Bina fruit?” said Primis as she reached out her hand.
Unlike with his owner, Toma gently took the fruit and threw it in the air before chomping at it. Primis applauded with excitement in response.
”I feel like I'm missing something important.”
”Tuli!” The bio-artifact started to move left and right. ”Tuli! Tuli!”
”Hmm, I wonder if I can condense a liquify mana core to enhance your growth, Catalis, but I don't really know the anatomy of your body.”
”Tuli!”
Just trying to imagine what kind of stupid conversation that Toma and Tuli had, Ki couldn't help but sneering like crazy.
Damascus fiddled with her fingers, with her face flustered that she misunderstood the intelligence of the playful Toma to be equal to the ability to do universal speech.
The three of them slowly descended, reuniting on the sect's ground
”Ah, I can't feel Meshia here anymore, it seemed like she had gone to her divine domain again.” Foel's ears twitched.
Damascus shook her fluster with a closed-eye smile. ”Lord Ouroboros has been using her divine power to coat her presence for too much lately, I wonder how you're able to detect her, Madam Foel.”
Ki hid her hands by connecting both of her long sleeves like a wise old man. ”If you haven't known it, Miss Damascus, the Ouroboros said that Madam Foel gave her the densest streamline of faith. It's the power of love! I'll tell you!”