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The damage delivered by this trap could be described as an a.s.sembly of stabs, or integral pounding blunt weapons. The area of damage was truly deadly, and regardless of how strong it was, the Plaga Type Host suffered grave injuries. Mild yellowish fluids gushed from its body, causing the rocks to sizzle with corrosion as fumes spiralled up.
Nevertheless, the Plaga Host remained inexhaustible. It lashed its shrivelled arms viciously against the stone wall behind. This stone wall had already been decimated by the stone sledgehammer's onslaught previously, and instantly collapsed.
Seizing the opportunity, the Plaga Host scrambled out of this district of snares.
Instead, Sheyan who had experienced battling a similar type creature before, was already awaiting sternly in formation. The black barrel of 'Ambition' aimed straight for its head.
Boom! The thunderous sound of gunfire resounded. Gunpowder fumes dispersed into the ruinous atmosphere and a.s.sailed his nostrils.
Sheyan's shot had exploded that freak's head! It was truly a grotesque sight, like a club smas.h.i.+ng ruthlessly onto a watermelon. Within a flash, decayed skull fragments, light yellowish pus and frizzy hair scattered in all directions! A horrendously vile stench pervaded into the air. In spite of that, this freak didn't die. Instead, it stood rigidly where it was, where a constant peristalsis was occurring at the snapped area of its neck. Large volumes of yellowish froth bubbled out before its neck quickly inflated up. Looking from above, it seemed like something was about to poke out in any second. "Right now!" Sheyan was waiting for this very opportunity all along. Previously, after suffering terribly from the excessively menacing aggressiveness of that Plaga Host, he had reflected through numerous methods of dealing it within his sea of thoughts. According to Sheyan's a.n.a.lysis, the Plaga Host was completely employing its host body as armour, puppet and nutrition. Only by wounding the thing itself would be greatly effective against it. However, it constantly resided deep within its host. With Sheyan's current might, which was minimally an entire realm beneath it, inflicting a direct blow on its true body would be extremely hard. Yet right now, a very obvious flaw surfaced when the Plaga host underwent its evolution from Type A to Type B. At least, it was incapable of concealing its true body at this moment. Patiently waiting for so long, Sheyan slashed down with full might. A deep-blue blade ray chopped down onto the parasitic worm, who was attempting to squeeze out the apex of the neck! This conduct was akin to mercilessly killing the tree by destroying its shoots. Murky yellowish fluids sprayed out as this Plaga Host unleashed an incomparably sorrowful screech. This screech wasn't merely emotions, but instead, was a malicious sonic wave attack. Instantaneously, Sheyan's complexion turned pale from the ear-splitting screech, as he staggered backwards with blood streaming down his ears. All his attacking momentum was momentarily ceased. All of a sudden, a pointy shaped blackish-brown object bore out through the neck. Its revealed body was approximately half a metre large. In the next second, it unfolded a pair of fleshy wings, alongside two feelers that dangled like tails. Following that, it actually started flapping its fleshy blood wings, attempting to fly up. Its entire frame appeared identical to a fleshy ma.s.sive moth, leaving one overwhelmed with terror! This scene left Sheyan utterly stunned. He didn't expect the mutation evolution would differ between different Plaga Type Hosts. Nonetheless, he immediately perceived one fact - if he allowed that gigantic flesh moth to soar freely into the sky, all the mechanism snares he planned to leverage in his mind would be rendered obsolete. Without a plan to deal with an aerial opponent, he would naturally be dead meat. Treading between the line of life and death, he could no longer care less. Roaring furiously, Sheyan pounced forward unbridled, as he swung his saber for a raging chop! When attempting to drill out of the neck previously, this gigantic flesh moth had already been ruthlessly hacked once; a strike received during its weakest moment and most vital spot. This time, it surprisingly failed to dodge Sheyan's pouncing slash and forcibly endured it. The overwhelming strength of the saber's blade sent it flying for 5-6 metres, before cras.h.i.+ng into another district ladened with mechanism snares. Despite so, that gigantic flesh moth wasn't aware of its perilous surroundings, as its wings fluttered with a desire to soar into the sky. The flapping strength of its fleshy wings was immense, not at all inferior to a human's footstep. As a result, its wings smashed against the floor as rock fragments scattered sporadically. Naturally, it triggered the trap. Two intercrossing serpent spears jolted out once again; one missing its mark, but the other mercilessly piercing into the plump abdomen of this gigantic flesh moth. Vomit coloured pus gushed out haphazardly, as the serpent spear pinned the flesh moth onto the wall. According to the conventional trend of the realm, most creatures with aerial capabilities would be lacking in terms of defence and life points, but made up for that deficiency with their outstanding aerial mobility. One could imagine how gravely wounded this gigantic flesh moth was from this impalation. Sheyan was no fair sporting individual, he knew this was a nasty 'either you die or I die' situation. Moreover, his death would result in a bitter fate of being converted into a nest to host that fleshy parasite bug! Thus, without any words, he lunged forward and chopped vehemently with his long saber. His invincible '+7 West' showered down a series of reckless hacks, ripping out a concentrated ma.s.s of lacerations on this incessantly struggling gigantic flesh moth. Yellowish-green pus splashed everywhere as mutilated chunks of flesh splattered outwardly! Indeed, in accordance to Sheyan's conjecture, every creature in this hidden world truly followed an obvious orientation - possessing deadly offensive might but when compared to other creatures of a similar tier, their HP and defence were truly lacking. Sheyan would be dead for sure if that gigantic flesh moth obtained free reign in the skies. Sadly, it unable to escape the fetters of this snare mechanism, while Sheyan was freely slas.h.i.+ng away. Hence, it ultimately got hacked to death on the ground, failing to soar above even in death. His nightmare imprint then transmitted a notification. [ You slew a Plaga Type Host ] Only upon receiving it did Sheyan released a long sigh of relief. He finally felt his arm had turned numbed and ceased his onslaught, as he panted heavily. This was because he couldn't determine if this Type B gigantic flesh moth would mutate and evolve again to a Type C before retaliating with a vengeance. As such, he could only relax when he received a clear notification. In this place, Sheyan felt as though he was truly insignificant and not worthy of mention. Every step he took was consolidated and done with utmost prudence to stay alive. Moreover, the treacheries of this ghost land made it very likely for an awkward situation of failing to activate his final safety net, the 'Unmodeled Amnio-tank', in time. At present, Sheyan was cautiously scanning around his travelling path, while rejoicing over his luck to himself. "The ravages of time has ultimately dealt significant damages to these innumerable successions of snares." Even though the artisans of the ancient Ndipaya Kingdom did their utmost to ensure these traps would last for a long time, so much so that the majority of snares hadn't been activated, they had neglected one thing - traps require someone to trigger them! To cause one to inadvertently trigger a trap, a certain degree of concealment must be prepared.... Instead, while those artisans were racking their brains to prolong the expiry of the snare mechanisms, they didn't contemplate much over the concealment aspects. Thus, for Sheyan, it wasn't difficult to pinpoint the triggering factors after cautious examinations. This also signified that Sheyan could utilize the snares of this city of ruins, to deal with diabolical and dreadful opponents. In addition to the key to slaying that Licker with Mbenga, this Plaga Host similarly produced a key for Sheyan. However, the glow of this key was extremely peculiar. It merely emanated a mild colourless glow. Right now, it was hard to tell how long he could carry on staying here. A rate of 10,000 utility points per hour was truly too heart aching. If he could acquire utility points from these keys, that would be the best. Hence, seizing this period of rest, Sheyan activated the two keys. From that Licker's chest, Sheyan first acquired nearly 10,000 utility points. Apart from that, there was another equipment and a socketing gem. [ You obtained a precious object unique to this world: Lionheart ] [ Lionheart ] [ Rarity: Silver Storyline grade ] [ Type: Precious and unique socket gem - only appears in the hidden world 'Resident Evil, Origins' ] [ Description: Pa.s.sed down from ancient times, 'Lionheart' is a powerful gem. After being buried for millennia, it has formed into an exceptionally valuable amber crystal. After being swallowed into a Licker's body, it received nourishment from blood energy. One utilized properly, 'Lionheart' can demonstrate a terrifying strength ] [ Value: You can sell it as a precious object, in exchange for 20,000 utility points. Alternatively, it can be embedded into an equipment socket. It grants +1 strength and intelligence, and enhances your offensive abilities with a persisting damages effect. Duration of 10 seconds, the damages dealt is 25% of ability damage ] [ Ndipaya Curing Leech (special object) ] [ Origin: All Ndipaya tribe village with shamans ] [ Rarity: Dark-blue ] [ Usage effects: Absorbs 200 points of blood from a unit on your side. During anytime necessary, allows a target to restore blood at a rate of 25% per second. Duration: 4 seconds. Restoring effects may result in an explosive strike. Explosive strike rate is based on the target receiving the healing treatment ] [ Description: When absorbing blood, if unit possesses virus or curse negative effects, the same negative effects will be transmitted to the target of health restoration. The duration of negative effects lasts fully when transmitted ] [ Warning: Leeches contain micro-toxins, resulting in a numbing effect on target - evasion drop by 3%, duration of 60 minutes ] [ Usage requirement: Absorbing blood is a physical activity. Under normal circ.u.mstances, please allow this poor leech to rest for 30 minutes after a blood transfusion ] [ Description: This is a natural blood enriching pouch, although it is gross when adhering to one's body ]
Sheyan's shot had exploded that freak's head! It was truly a grotesque sight, like a club smas.h.i.+ng ruthlessly onto a watermelon. Within a flash, decayed skull fragments, light yellowish pus and frizzy hair scattered in all directions! A horrendously vile stench pervaded into the air. In spite of that, this freak didn't die. Instead, it stood rigidly where it was, where a constant peristalsis was occurring at the snapped area of its neck. Large volumes of yellowish froth bubbled out before its neck quickly inflated up. Looking from above, it seemed like something was about to poke out in any second. "Right now!" Sheyan was waiting for this very opportunity all along. Previously, after suffering terribly from the excessively menacing aggressiveness of that Plaga Host, he had reflected through numerous methods of dealing it within his sea of thoughts. According to Sheyan's a.n.a.lysis, the Plaga Host was completely employing its host body as armour, puppet and nutrition. Only by wounding the thing itself would be greatly effective against it. However, it constantly resided deep within its host. With Sheyan's current might, which was minimally an entire realm beneath it, inflicting a direct blow on its true body would be extremely hard. Yet right now, a very obvious flaw surfaced when the Plaga host underwent its evolution from Type A to Type B. At least, it was incapable of concealing its true body at this moment. Patiently waiting for so long, Sheyan slashed down with full might. A deep-blue blade ray chopped down onto the parasitic worm, who was attempting to squeeze out the apex of the neck! This conduct was akin to mercilessly killing the tree by destroying its shoots. Murky yellowish fluids sprayed out as this Plaga Host unleashed an incomparably sorrowful screech. This screech wasn't merely emotions, but instead, was a malicious sonic wave attack. Instantaneously, Sheyan's complexion turned pale from the ear-splitting screech, as he staggered backwards with blood streaming down his ears. All his attacking momentum was momentarily ceased. All of a sudden, a pointy shaped blackish-brown object bore out through the neck. Its revealed body was approximately half a metre large. In the next second, it unfolded a pair of fleshy wings, alongside two feelers that dangled like tails. Following that, it actually started flapping its fleshy blood wings, attempting to fly up. Its entire frame appeared identical to a fleshy ma.s.sive moth, leaving one overwhelmed with terror! This scene left Sheyan utterly stunned. He didn't expect the mutation evolution would differ between different Plaga Type Hosts. Nonetheless, he immediately perceived one fact - if he allowed that gigantic flesh moth to soar freely into the sky, all the mechanism snares he planned to leverage in his mind would be rendered obsolete. Without a plan to deal with an aerial opponent, he would naturally be dead meat. Treading between the line of life and death, he could no longer care less. Roaring furiously, Sheyan pounced forward unbridled, as he swung his saber for a raging chop! When attempting to drill out of the neck previously, this gigantic flesh moth had already been ruthlessly hacked once; a strike received during its weakest moment and most vital spot. This time, it surprisingly failed to dodge Sheyan's pouncing slash and forcibly endured it. The overwhelming strength of the saber's blade sent it flying for 5-6 metres, before cras.h.i.+ng into another district ladened with mechanism snares. Despite so, that gigantic flesh moth wasn't aware of its perilous surroundings, as its wings fluttered with a desire to soar into the sky. The flapping strength of its fleshy wings was immense, not at all inferior to a human's footstep. As a result, its wings smashed against the floor as rock fragments scattered sporadically. Naturally, it triggered the trap. Two intercrossing serpent spears jolted out once again; one missing its mark, but the other mercilessly piercing into the plump abdomen of this gigantic flesh moth. Vomit coloured pus gushed out haphazardly, as the serpent spear pinned the flesh moth onto the wall. According to the conventional trend of the realm, most creatures with aerial capabilities would be lacking in terms of defence and life points, but made up for that deficiency with their outstanding aerial mobility. One could imagine how gravely wounded this gigantic flesh moth was from this impalation. Sheyan was no fair sporting individual, he knew this was a nasty 'either you die or I die' situation. Moreover, his death would result in a bitter fate of being converted into a nest to host that fleshy parasite bug! Thus, without any words, he lunged forward and chopped vehemently with his long saber. His invincible '+7 West' showered down a series of reckless hacks, ripping out a concentrated ma.s.s of lacerations on this incessantly struggling gigantic flesh moth. Yellowish-green pus splashed everywhere as mutilated chunks of flesh splattered outwardly! Indeed, in accordance to Sheyan's conjecture, every creature in this hidden world truly followed an obvious orientation - possessing deadly offensive might but when compared to other creatures of a similar tier, their HP and defence were truly lacking. Sheyan would be dead for sure if that gigantic flesh moth obtained free reign in the skies. Sadly, it unable to escape the fetters of this snare mechanism, while Sheyan was freely slas.h.i.+ng away. Hence, it ultimately got hacked to death on the ground, failing to soar above even in death. His nightmare imprint then transmitted a notification. [ You slew a Plaga Type Host ] Only upon receiving it did Sheyan released a long sigh of relief. He finally felt his arm had turned numbed and ceased his onslaught, as he panted heavily. This was because he couldn't determine if this Type B gigantic flesh moth would mutate and evolve again to a Type C before retaliating with a vengeance. As such, he could only relax when he received a clear notification. In this place, Sheyan felt as though he was truly insignificant and not worthy of mention. Every step he took was consolidated and done with utmost prudence to stay alive. Moreover, the treacheries of this ghost land made it very likely for an awkward situation of failing to activate his final safety net, the 'Unmodeled Amnio-tank', in time. At present, Sheyan was cautiously scanning around his travelling path, while rejoicing over his luck to himself. "The ravages of time has ultimately dealt significant damages to these innumerable successions of snares." Even though the artisans of the ancient Ndipaya Kingdom did their utmost to ensure these traps would last for a long time, so much so that the majority of snares hadn't been activated, they had neglected one thing - traps require someone to trigger them! To cause one to inadvertently trigger a trap, a certain degree of concealment must be prepared.... Instead, while those artisans were racking their brains to prolong the expiry of the snare mechanisms, they didn't contemplate much over the concealment aspects. Thus, for Sheyan, it wasn't difficult to pinpoint the triggering factors after cautious examinations. This also signified that Sheyan could utilize the snares of this city of ruins, to deal with diabolical and dreadful opponents. In addition to the key to slaying that Licker with Mbenga, this Plaga Host similarly produced a key for Sheyan. However, the glow of this key was extremely peculiar. It merely emanated a mild colourless glow. Right now, it was hard to tell how long he could carry on staying here. A rate of 10,000 utility points per hour was truly too heart aching. If he could acquire utility points from these keys, that would be the best. Hence, seizing this period of rest, Sheyan activated the two keys. From that Licker's chest, Sheyan first acquired nearly 10,000 utility points. Apart from that, there was another equipment and a socketing gem. [ You obtained a precious object unique to this world: Lionheart ] [ Lionheart ] [ Rarity: Silver Storyline grade ] [ Type: Precious and unique socket gem - only appears in the hidden world 'Resident Evil, Origins' ] [ Description: Pa.s.sed down from ancient times, 'Lionheart' is a powerful gem. After being buried for millennia, it has formed into an exceptionally valuable amber crystal. After being swallowed into a Licker's body, it received nourishment from blood energy. One utilized properly, 'Lionheart' can demonstrate a terrifying strength ] [ Value: You can sell it as a precious object, in exchange for 20,000 utility points. Alternatively, it can be embedded into an equipment socket. It grants +1 strength and intelligence, and enhances your offensive abilities with a persisting damages effect. Duration of 10 seconds, the damages dealt is 25% of ability damage ] [ Ndipaya Curing Leech (special object) ] [ Origin: All Ndipaya tribe village with shamans ] [ Rarity: Dark-blue ] [ Usage effects: Absorbs 200 points of blood from a unit on your side. During anytime necessary, allows a target to restore blood at a rate of 25% per second. Duration: 4 seconds. Restoring effects may result in an explosive strike. Explosive strike rate is based on the target receiving the healing treatment ] [ Description: When absorbing blood, if unit possesses virus or curse negative effects, the same negative effects will be transmitted to the target of health restoration. The duration of negative effects lasts fully when transmitted ] [ Warning: Leeches contain micro-toxins, resulting in a numbing effect on target - evasion drop by 3%, duration of 60 minutes ] [ Usage requirement: Absorbing blood is a physical activity. Under normal circ.u.mstances, please allow this poor leech to rest for 30 minutes after a blood transfusion ] [ Description: This is a natural blood enriching pouch, although it is gross when adhering to one's body ]
