bdsm-fiction Chapter 16 Terror and Fear
Chapter 16 Terror and Fear
Hanging upside down from the ceiling of the dimly lit corridor, Luo Lan relied on the [grasping bristles] at the ends of his eight thick, long limbs to grip the cracks in the rock and maintain his stillness.
[Since this crawling, stitched-together corpse is the command node of the horde, let's deal with it first.]
After observing for a while, Luo Lan silently decided that she should never get caught up in the siege of the stitched-up corpses.
Within the crimson vision of the single eye, ordinary light-sensing vision and [thermal vision] constantly alternated as Luo Lan locked onto the short, stout, and bloated writhing stitched corpse below.
Luo Lan waited patiently until the slowly moving, crawling stitched corpse and the last wandering, faceless stitched corpse brushed past each other, confirming that there were no other stitched corpses within a radius of several dozen meters around it, before he began to act.
A sharp segmented limb gently ground against the corridor ceiling, and Luo Lan silently pried off a piece of stone the size of a fingernail.
The metal segment forcefully flicked the piece of gravel.
"despair."
The pebble skimmed across the ceiling and landed precisely on the floor two meters behind the crawling, stitched-up corpse. The sound was extremely faint.
The short, stout, dark purple body immediately emitted a tearing sound as its massive head twisted violently 180 degrees backward, lowered its head, and stared in bewilderment at the small pebble that had suddenly appeared on the floor.
Hanging upside down from the ceiling, Luo Lan decisively manipulated his massive metal body, using the [Grasp Hairs] to slide along the rock wall and onto the ceiling, quickly climbing to a spot not far from the head of the crawling stitched corpse.
Raising two [Rusty Steel Spider Spears] high, he was about to deliver a fatal blow.
But just as the metallic edge approached the writhing, stitched-together corpse's purple head...
The crawling, stitched corpse, which had been looking down just a second ago, suddenly snapped its head back as if it had been broken off.
The crimson single eye stared directly at the deadly metal spikes falling from the sky, and its gaping mouth took a deep breath of foul air, clearly preparing to unleash that shriek that could summon hordes of corpses once more.
Luo Lan would not give it a chance to speak.
The two scarlet eyes locked eyes, and [Terror Lv.3] was unleashed instantly!
The shriek was interrupted, stuck deep in the throat of the writhing, stitched corpse.
But just before the mental attack hit, a blinding dark red light also burst from the single eye of the crawling stitched corpse.
A slightly weaker but still fearful mental fluctuation blasted up, almost touching Luo Lan's single eye.
【Terrification lv.2】!
With just one glance, Luo Lan felt the underground palace corridor in front of him twist and collapse wildly.
He was plunged into a cold, dark swamp.
[Blue Star?]
In a moment of distraction, Luo Lan sat back in the new energy electric car she had bought with three years' worth of savings, still holding the steering wheel.
Outside the car window, the familiar street scene of Blue Star unfolded.
The afternoon sun suddenly shone brightly, blinding people. Before they could even slam on the brakes, the rearview mirror revealed the menacing front of an out-of-control truck.
The violent impact shattered all senses: the stinging pain of glass shards piercing the skin, the muffled sound of bones breaking, and the strong smell of gasoline mixed with the stench of blood filling the nostrils.
Luo Lan could even see her hand fly off along with the steering wheel, her fingers still in a gripping position, the white bone fragments from the broken wrist bone piercing her skin.
The world shattered into countless pieces as it spun around, and the excruciating pain of being torn apart was so real it was maddening.
[A cave?]
Before the images of the horrific car accident had completely faded, the damp rock walls of the underground cave came into view.
The earth trembled as a giant centipede burst forth from the ground.
The over twenty-meter-long, earthen-yellow body rolled over like a runaway subway train, with hundreds of sickle-shaped legs closing in simultaneously, trapping Luo Lan's newly forged dark golden giant spider shell in the middle.
The sound of the carapace shattering was like a firecracker exploding, the dark gold plating was torn apart like paper, and the giant centipede's jet-black mandibles plunged directly into its abdominal cavity, shredding the bone hands and carapace hidden inside the giant spider's empty shell.
Luo Lan could clearly feel the process of each bone being crushed into powder, as if she had been stuffed into an industrial stone crusher, her consciousness repeatedly annihilated and reassembled in excruciating pain.
[Underground palace?]
Before Luo Lan could even catch her breath, the scene shifted again.
In the corridor of the underground palace castle, he was surrounded by a dense mass of faceless, stitched-up corpses.
The grayish-white monsters with blank facial features simultaneously raised their hands, which were covered with bony growths, and smashed his carapace like they were cracking walnuts.
One strike, two strikes, ten strikes, a hundred strikes... The dark gold shell began to dent, the rusty steel spear broke off from the base, and its segments were torn off one by one.
Several robust stitched corpses plunged their hands into the cracks in the carapace and ripped it open, splitting Luo Lan's entire body in two like an oyster being broken open.
The bone hand, hidden deep within, was exposed to the air and gripped tightly by those grayish-white palms. Each of its five finger bones was broken off one by one, and the sound of each break was so clear it was as if it were right next to your ear.
Their vision was gradually overwhelmed by the frenzied, endless horde of corpses, whose attacks seemed never-ending.
[Wait! A stitched-up corpse? Right, I was attacked by the mental attack of the wriggling stitched-up corpse...]
In the realm of the mind, after countless cycles of death and rebirth, Luo Lan, clinging to her last shred of clarity, finally broke free from the terrifying illusions brought about by [Terror Lv.2].
The crimson eye refocused, its gaze still fixed on the underground corridor where Luo Lan had ambushed the crawling, stitched-together corpse.
Luo Lan realized that she had fallen from the ceiling of the corridor without knowing when.
Eight thick, muscular limbs lay limply on the dusty, gravelly floor, their dark gold shells still bearing the marks of their fall from the ceiling.
The grotesque, swollen, purple body of the crawling, stitched corpse stood just a few steps away.
Fortunately, Luo Lan has recovered from [Terror Lv.2], but having taken a hit from the even more powerful [Terror Lv.3] Creeping Stitched Corpse, he is clearly still recovering from mental paralysis.
Its body trembled slightly, its large purple head hung low, thick, yellowish saliva flowed from its split mouth, and the light in its single, scarlet eye was dull and unfocused.
Don't miss out.
Despite the dull ache in his head that hadn't fully subsided, Luo Lan used his eight limp limbs to prop himself up from the ground, his heavy, dark gold body still erect.
He drew one of the [Rusty Steel Spider Spears] from his left front side. Aiming at the bloated torso of the crawling, stitched corpse, he thrust it out with a gust of wind.
The sharp edge pierced through the purple skin without any resistance. The spear tip did not bring any solid feeling of tearing flesh and bone, but instead sank directly into a piece of nauseating soft, insubstantial flesh.
Just as Luo Lan realized that something was wrong with his touch.
"Bang—!!!"
A deafening thud. Following the gash pierced by Luo Lan, the crawling needle stitched up the corpse's entire body, like puncturing a balloon filled with filthy water with an iron nail.
Large amounts of yellowish-brown pus mixed with fragments of purplish-black flesh splashed in all directions, instantly creating a large, bubbling pool of corrosive liquid on the ground.
A horrific explosion of corpses.
Luo Lan was splattered with the yellowish-purple pus from the self-destruction of the wriggling stitched corpse.
[This liquid is... a strong acid?]
Wisps of white smoke rose from the areas of the carapace covered by pus, but the acid-resistant properties of the high-density yellow gold cast [dark gold shell] preserved the integrity of the carapace.
The [Rusty Steel Spider Spear] that had just been thrust out was not so lucky. The tip and the first half of the spear were directly hit by the concentrated liquid, and the metal surface was quickly corroded into several pits the size of soybeans, with the edges becoming pitted and uneven.
There was no time to feel sorry for the newly upgraded weapon; worse situations were about to follow.
The deafening sound of the exploding corpses echoed violently through the underground palace corridors, spreading throughout the entire floor along the interconnected passageways.
From the depths of the corridor, a series of increasingly shrill screams echoed, clearly indicating that the other writhing, stitched-together corpses had locked onto Luo Lan based on the sounds of exploding corpses.
Immediately following, the dense, heavy sound of running grew louder as it approached.
At the end of the corridor, a tall, gray phantom strode forward, charging straight toward where Luo Lan was.
A second, a third... gray-white figures emerged one after another from the corner of the corridor, surging into the narrow passage like a tide.
A horde of zombies is surging in!