Chapter 193: The Veil of Slaughter (1/2)

”Aspect Transformation.”

”Polearm.”

”Expand!”

Calvin's golden quill shone in a burst of golden light as it transformed into a polearm that was as long as a person.

The moment Calvin saw the number of monsters chasing after him.

He knew that conventional weapons such as the sword wouldn't be enough to hold back these monsters. But a polearm, on the other hand, extended his fighting range without sacrificing the power of his strikes, so it was indeed suitable for this battle.

Furthermore, these funeral attendees were Corpse Eaters. Calvin couldn't possibly let them get close to him since if they managed to take a single bit off him, that could be the end of the battle.

”Come!” Calvin faced off against the first wave of monsters. His polearm swept horizontally in front of him as the mindless funeral attendees were flung aside like dust on the floor.

However, there were just far too many of them that Calvin realized that he was going to be overwhelmed one way or another.

”Mortician!”

Calvin audibly mumbled and a sinister being manifested from his shadow.

A tall and cold-looking young man clad in a hospital gown appeared right above Calvin's head as he swung his scalpel. In an instant, the monsters trying to ambush Calvin from the side were instantly beheaded.

They all fell onto the ground with a dull thud, never to move again.

Corpse Eaters were undying creatures that could only be killed through a special method such as crushing their brain stem at once. But despite this apparent weakness, the reason why they became creatures that every Predator dreaded to fight against was due to the fact that their bodies were incredibly sturdy.

But it seemed that their durability didn't matter at all in the face of the Mortician as he severed heads after heads from the shoulders of the monsters coming their way.

”Damn, there's no end to these bastards. I would love to let the Mortician consume all of their souls for his growth, but I'm running out of time...”

”I have to dispose of them as quickly as possible without startling the disciple of Pestilence and Famine and letting him take notice of me before he starts whatever ritual he's trying to complete,” Calvin mumbled to himself.

The polearm in his hand never stopped as he spun, danced, and even somersaulted in the air.

His fancy movements might look like it lacked any substance to a layman, but a true expert would be able to see how efficient Calvin was using each and every muscle in his body. But this efficiency also came with a side-effect.

Even though Calvin was properly conserving his strength in the right way, his current body was just too weak for the level of expertise he was displaying. If he didn't dial down his actions, then he might possibly amass a lot of internal injuries.

Of course, Calvin knew this fact too well.

He knew that he had to cool it down a notch.

But in his current situation—with over a dozen monsters rushing at him from all sides—he couldn't possibly take it easy.

The Mortician was currently wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

His scalpel danced in the air, leaving a silvery light that would always end up in a shower of blood. The more heads he decapitated, the more agitated the Mortician seemed to become.

Calvin noticed this anomaly and his pupils constricted when he discovered that the Mortician seemed to be going berserk over the rain of blood in front of him.

”Shit, I've got to retreat...” Calvin knew that he had to retreat sooner or later, but he hadn't expected that it would be so soon.

After all, the primary reason why he even attracted the attention of these monsters was to gather them for the Mortician's consumption. But right now, it turned out that the Mortician might lose control of his emotions before he could reach a hundred ascension points.

Upon weighing the odds, Calvin couldn't possibly let the Mortician go berserk.

After all, he was the only reliable member of his team at this moment aside from the temporary member, Stephanie.

If the Mortician lost control of himself, then he would be forced to abandon the latter. If that happened, then he would only become one of the monsters that haunted this damned place.

Calvin couldn't let such a talent go to waste.

”If I run away, where should I go?” Calvin mulled and mumbled, ”I could go and reconvene with Heisenberg and Ricardo, but that would be tantamount to bringing danger over to where they were. If that happened, then they might not be able to survive until daybreak. In that case, then there's only one thing that I can do...”

”The deformed man is busy with the ceremony at the village center. He's probably trying to let the Sinister Heart bloom. But how is he going to do that exactly? I know that the host would be that woman, but a host isn't enough to awaken the Sinister Heart...” Calvin continued to whisper into the air as he danced and skipped around the street.

Eventually, he sent two pieces of paper flying in front of him before he flung his polearm behind him as he called out, ”Gawas, Release!”

Boom!

The pieces of paper shone in dimmed lights as it created a force out of nowhere that shoved the monsters away from Calvin. Behind him, Calvin cleared a path with his polearm as he turned around and ran into the next alleyway. The Mortician had been dismissed and Calvin was now alone with about a dozen funeral attendees chasing after him.

His golden polearm shook off the blood that drenched its body as it transformed into its original form. Calvin held it in his hand as he raced into another street. In the battle that lasted for only a few minutes, the Mortician sure had a harvest.

[The Mortician's Ascension Points: 94]

[6 Ascension Points necessary for Ascension to Purveyor.]

Calvin clicked his tongue, he sure didn't expect those funeral attendees to only give two points after the Mortician killed at least a dozen of them. But it didn't matter to Calvin any more. His current game plan was to survive and gather as many ascension points for the Mortician.

It was only until he had done all of this would he face the deformed man.