Chapter 93: Old Lamp Reveals His Demon Form
"Doctor, someone's here!"
"Stay hidden. If the enemy is weakened, and you're confident, then make your move. I'm on my way."
Marcus's plot identity couldn't remain hidden from Old Lamp and Little Sheep forever.
Everyone was intelligent; he had already provided a considerable amount of intelligence.
As long as they were willing to narrow down the search based on the information, it wouldn't be difficult for Old Lamp and Little Sheep to find his identity.
This was inevitable.
Unless he completely abandoned his teammates and acted alone.
But just like this time, when he had someone monitor the ritual team, if he were to find locals, they might be terrified upon seeing Lily, unlike Old Lamp who remained calm.
Marcus left the hotel; he still had a theory to verify.
While communicating with Old Lamp, he was also observing the footage Old Lamp was broadcasting.
The culprit who trampled the pill bug was a figure wearing a black tactical helmet, protective vest, and wielding a ceremonial blade.
His helmet's visor occasionally flashed with light patterns, like AR glasses.
He walked with a slight hunch, constantly glancing furtively around.
Until he reached the spot where Lily had vanished, his body straightened instantly, as if everything was under his control.
Marcus was basically certain that this person was Kyle, who had thought himself the hawk behind the mantis.
Originally, Marcus had only intended to use Aaron's son as a pawn, which would also relieve the resentment of this body for half a lifetime.
Unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, he had barely sat down to fish when a prize catch swam to shore and jumped into his basket, even calling to the other fish in a very cooperative manner.
Kyle first walked to the ground next to him, picked up a clod of dirt, and put it in his pocket.
It was a disguised camera that he had thrown out when he rolled around; everything was under his control.
"Hmph! Lure them in, strike them down, and then take advantage."
"I also have to thank Master Chen for allowing me to learn about different realm cultures while also studying world history."
Kyle's face, hidden behind his helmet, was expressionless. He had been misled by the name of this world, thinking it was a period setting, but it turned out to be modern.
Fortunately, he was well-versed in contemporary society, familiar with cell phones and computers.
He stopped thinking about these things and instead poked the scorched earth where Big Bug had turned to ash with his ceremonial blade.
The blade tip instantly turned black, the color spreading upwards along the edge.
A bottle of clear liquid appeared in his hand; he dripped a drop onto the blade, and the black quickly dissipated, the tip returning to its original silver color.
Kyle seemed to shake his head in disappointment, then walked three meters forward, using the blade tip to flick at the scattered bone fragments on the ground.
The blade tip turned bluish-green.
He seemed delighted, dripping a drop of liquid onto the blade before hurriedly bending down to pick up the fragments and stuffing them into his vest.
Then he came to Danny's eviscerated corpse.
He thrust the ceremonial blade towards Danny's knee.
The blade remained unchanged. Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, bent down, and reached out to touch the corpse.
Unbeknownst to him, Danny's right index finger seemed startled by his movement, twitching silently.
As if activated, Danny's index finger rapidly began to carve on his own body, leaving countless afterimages.
His head and body were completely dead, motionless. Only his right index finger, like a machine, was rapidly completing the spell before his death.
Kyle was horrified and thrust his ceremonial blade at Danny's right hand.
But it was too late!
The carving was already finished.
Danny's right hand instantly froze and was easily pierced by the blade, showing no change in color.
Kyle drew his blade, just about to retreat. But then, like a molting process, the skin on Danny's body sprouted from the top of his head, wrapping around him like ribbons. The skin seemed to stretch longer and longer, encircling him and binding him into a leather cocoon.
The cocoon throbbed inside, emitting a series of muffled curses and cries of pain.
The sound confirmed it was Kyle's voice.
He had confirmed the Fast Talk duo's deaths by deliberately leaving surveillance, even suspecting the Soul Collector had been killed, before cleaning the scene.
"Damn it, they can't even die properly, their corpses are already cold and they still want to screw me over."
"Shit, this time...damn it...such a good start, I shouldn't have died here!"
"You bastard! I was going to give you a proper burial, and you repay kindness with this?"
"Holy crap, that really hurts!"
Kyle had a colorful vocabulary from his time online.
Accompanied by a continuous stream of profanities, fragments of the ceremonial blade would occasionally pierce through the leather cocoon.
As time passed, the cocoon tightened its grip, but it also became increasingly torn and tattered.
Finally, with the sound of tearing leather, Kyle, wearing his helmet, burst forth.
Only a few tattered pieces of cloth remained on his tactical vest.
Three inches below his left knee, a deep, gaping wound revealed the bone.
The area around the wound was charred black, exposing a golf ball-sized piece of leg bone.
This bone, white as ivory, looked as if it had been scraped with sandpaper, but its appearance on a living person was somewhat horrifying.
The ceremonial blade had also turned completely black, corroded and pitted, and was half its original thickness.
Kyle opened his helmet visor and spat at Danny's remains, his expression extremely angry.
He limped to the ground, a bottle of mysterious liquid appearing in his hand, preparing to drip it onto the white bone of his left leg.
The wound was spreading rapidly, the area of exposed bone growing larger and larger. If left untreated, his entire body would likely be reduced to a skeleton, the kind that could be used in a medical classroom without even being cleaned.
A dark shadow, like a beast, flashed past Kyle and continued rushing forward for over 30 feet, effortlessly climbing a tree as thick as a barrel.
The shadow crouched down at the treetop, revealing its face.
It wore a mask, obscuring its features.
Its hair stood on end like quills, and its eye sockets and eyelids were jet black, like two black holes with slightly upturned corners, resembling eerie grins.
Its arms were as long as an ape's, yet appeared flexible and powerful, with streamlined muscles like two thick cables.
In its two large hands, it clutched two objects.
In its left palm was a pile of bone fingers mixed with scraps of cloth; in its right palm was a severed hand, holding a bottle of clear liquid.
"Demon, spare my life!"
Kyle, who was sitting on the ground, ignored his broken and bleeding left wrist, stood up instantly, tore off half of his pant leg to use as a tourniquet, and ran away.
The two items he had stolen disappeared from Old Lamp's hands; he had now summoned his demonic body, which was why he had taken this form.
"Alright, heh heh."
Old Lamp was still standing on the tree when his laughter rang out from another tree ahead.
Using the strength of his swinging arm, he instantly leaped twenty-five feet.
Old Lamp leaped down from the tree again, his long, powerful right arm raised high, like a predatory creature in the moonlight, lashing out at Kyle's back.
(End of this chapter)
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