650 So it’s him! (1/2)
Noting the effectiveness of this method, Sheyan immediately replicated it with the other parasitic snake. Instead, sensing that something was awry, that Plaga Host beckoned for the other parasitic flesh snake to slither back, before assimilating back into its body.
Fearing that the Plaga Host would spit out another abomination, Sheyan didn’t dare to be impulsive, but watched regrettably as that snake made its escape.
Probably due to absorbing a portion of Sheyan’s life essence, the shriveled rotting facial features of that Plaga Host had strangely replenished a little. Through its exceedingly hideous countenance, Sheyan could roughly identify the main characteristics of the Plaga Host.
”I know your identity!” Sheyan suddenly shouted at the Host. ”You’re the captain that brought Bernard Fokke to this desolated land! That wealthy merchant, the one inflicted with an incurable disease yet still seeks for immortality.....Travice! Look at your current state, is this the everlasting life you pursuit for?”
”Tra...vi..ce?” That opposing shriveled corpse recited that name in bewilderment. After a momentary lifelessness, it gradually nodded.
”I’m familiar with that name, perhaps, perhaps that be my name. Aye, but!! The allure of your flesh is irresistible!!”
Travice’s voice abruptly transformed sharper and frantic. His limbs twitched and twisted abnormally as white fluids foamed at his mouth repeatedly. Queer grotesque sounds were emitting from his body, and his shriveled stomach suddenly inflated; causing the scraps of his remaining attire to be stretched into dust.
One could observe the uneven surface of his belly, looking as though it hosted an unknown creature; right in the middle of baring its fangs and claws, as it struggled to break free from its confinement.
In the next second, he widened his mouth at Sheyan again.
This time, the degree of widening reached a seemingly inhuman extent; it practically resembled the obtuse angle of a serpent devouring a huge prey. If an average person were to open his mouth that wide, he would pay the disastrous cost of having a dislocated chin and two lacerations of over 10 centimeters at the corners of his mouth.
A cluster of buzzing sounds echoed out. Following that, dense tiny lumps of flesh catapulted out from Travice’s throat towards Sheyan.
Concurrently, Travice’s tongue shot out; one that didn’t resemble the human tongue. It was scarlet, slender with a bifurcated top! His tongue rolled around in midair with matchless deftness, following a furtive pattern as it curled and orbited around.
Sheyan observed clearly; those tiny lumps of flesh were initially curled up, but upon interacting with the atmosphere, they revealed repulsive features – four fleshy fan wings rapidly bore out from its sparkling red back! Next, were propped up legs and an incisive mandible. They were actually a flock of flesh mosquitoes.
At the moment Travice spat down out, that flock of mosquitoes was just a cluster occupying a basin sized region. Instead, after buzzing 5-6 meters out, it dispersed into a massive blood mist that enveloped towards Sheyan.
Evidently, Travice was entirely different from the other Plaga Hosts that Sheyan had encountered earlier. Even though he was dominated by the feral instincts of feasting and propagation, he still retained a remnant of humanly combat awareness and technique.
Once he discovered its summoned creatures were curbed and eradicated by Sheyan, he immediately swapped to another tactic.
That was apparent in how he proactively retracted that incredibly tenacious parasite snake. Since he was aware of the effectiveness of aerial parasites, he once again resorted to a similar tactic; unleashing a terrifying mass of parasite mosquitoes to lay waste on Sheyan, that his long saber would be rendered useless. His combat wisdom was absolutely not inferior to humans.
In the face of this flock of terrifying flesh mosquitoes, Sheyan’s mind was instead a sea of tranquility. First, he asked himself a single question.
”Do I have a method of dealing with these terrifyingly strange flesh mosquitoes?”
Immediately, he answered himself with a, ”No!”
Reflecting on that….since escaping, running away, or even hiding was impossible, what else could he do? Only one world – Endure!
Pushed to such desperations, Sheyan’s eyes blazed with a flaming insanity.
He attempted to activate ‘Horn-Rage’, but failed due to the obstructed vision from the mist. Not discouraged by that, he roared with fury as he buried his head, and charged frantically towards Travice.
”AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
The impression of this blood-soaked sprint, was completely akin to a wounded ferocious beast. One that was forcibly tearing a way out from its path of despair and torment!!!
”Even in death, I shall die standing!”
”Even if I collapse, it shall be on the path of assault!”
”Even in death, I shall bite off a chunk of your flesh!”
”After centuries of imprisonment, no matter how formidable he can be, he is still a dried up lantern at this stage. Moreover, Travice is clearly unlike the other Plaga Hosts, he relies fully on his parasites to ravage his prey.”
”That Moth-bat parasite he first unleashed, was probably its final sap of vitality previously. Viewing this from another angle, the remaining vitality he drew from me, is being used to animate these parasites to leech from me.”