YM778.TV Chapter 651: Desperate victory
Chapter 651: Desperate victory
Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation
If it was solely having his lungs punctured by Travice, that would be fine. Yet strangely, upon receiving that severe wound, Sheyan’s life essence was rapidly being sucked away by Travice.
Such an exuberant and vigorous vitality circulated into the famished and avaricious Travice, before swiftly channeling into the area of its wrecked spinal column.
Soon after, one could observe a rapid rejuvenation of flesh and blood there even with the naked eye, before tenaciously wrapping around Sheyan’s invading saber blade; resolutely resisting the cutting strength of his ‘+7 West’ saber.
Just when the situation was becoming extremely disadvantageous to Sheyan, his unflagging aggressive attempts finally triggered a passive ability, the special ability of his ‘Deformed Thickshell’ gloves - ‘Tidal Shock’.
[ During close combat with an enemy, there would be a chance of drawing in moisture in the air to unleash an attack. Damage (50 - 130 points) dealt would vary between different environment. Consecutively, an air bubble will form around the enemy, suffocating and reducing the enemy’s movement speed by 80% until the air bubble breaks. Air bubble HP equals to the damage dealt by ‘Tidal Shock’ !!! ]
When the special ability was triggered, the sound of a roaring ocean suddenly reverberated through the air; as though the waves were slapping against the beach.
Moisture content in the air raced towards Sheyan’s left hand, before morphing into an incredibly quick and violent tidal wave.
Shua! The tidal swept in and smashed Travice flying. Not only that, his body was now enclosed by a gigantic air bubble.
Travice reacted with relative peculiarity. As though inflicted with a fatal blow, he released a sorrowful wail. The appearance of his body was unexpectedly like it was corroded by sulfuric acid. Foul piercing black fumes permeated out his body, revealing multitudes of miniature cavities along his body. This ‘Tidal Shock’ attack had seemingly dealt an unimaginable magnitude of damage.
Panting heavily, Sheyan fled for his life as he executed a backward somersault. Supporting his body with his long saber, he clutched his punctured wound. In this moment, he was utterly baffled by what had happened, but also somewhat joyful.
Yet when he glanced at the air bubble encapsulating Travice, he noticed a mild glimmer of violet under the irradiation of the sunlight!
Sheyan finally understood. As it turns out, The essence of ‘Tidal Shock’ lies in absorbing the moisture content of the surrounding, before unleashing a wave against the enemy.
Hence, its killing potential would rise or fall in accordance with the environment. Naturally, the desert would be its weakest. As for this place, it was moist and humid.
Yet in reality, the main source of moisture came from the mild violet liquid flowing within the canal that encircled the ‘Stairway of the Sun’ flower terrace.
The same liquid that blatantly corroded Travice’s earlier parasites! One could tell how devastating the liquid acid was in suppressing Travice.
On paper, the damage of ‘Tidal Shock’ was not worth mentioning. Instead, it was the moisture content absorbed, that unleashed extraordinarily fatal toxins and naturally dealt astronomical damages to Travice.
After a series of rampaging swipes, Travice finally demolished the air bubble encapsulating him. Nevertheless, his current state was exceedingly pathetic. Even his head had been infected with that mild violet liquid, and several tiny holes had been corroded through. The largest hole, was one that corroded off a palm-sized chunk of his skull.
At this point, one could vividly spectate the cerebrum vein lines inside Travice’s skull. It was a large deathly pale blob that undulated incessantly; squirming with grotesque repulsiveness, as though it stored millions of fatty white worms.
In this instance, both parties had suffered grievous wounds and appeared as if they momentarily could not engage in battle.
In spite of that, ever since rampantly barging in here, Sheyan already adopted an evil audacity that could spear through all rivals!
Clutching his chest wound as he struggled to stand back up, his eyes flickered with matchless ferocity. Once again, he lifted ‘+7 West’ and speared towards that freak, and once again, viciously slashing it against Travice’s neck.
At the same time, Travice swung a fist at his chest, causing the left half of his chest to cave in.
Completely lacking in suspense, his slash decapitated Travice’s head.
Yet strangely, Sheyan realized there was a large number of arteries and veins, clustering like tapeworms still linking with Travice’s head. They were concentrated around Travice’s spine, and extended towards the rest of the body.
To his horror, these blood vessels were still automatically oozing and squirming. Shaded in cyan-black or prune, they painted a repugnant scene. Moreover, they appeared as though they wanted to rejoin the head back on.
Time and time again, grave blows plummeted Sheyan. Despite so, Sheyan had utterly sealed off all his emotions and feeling, forcibly repressing all pain or negative emotions. What remained, was a blood reeking callousness to butcher cruelly. The pain only served to heighten the ruthless savageness in his blood lusted eyes!
"Die, you washed out abomination!"
Sheyan stomped down heavily on Travice’s head, immediately feeling as though Travice’s rotten skull had shattered and disintegrated like a thin walnut shell. Following that, he exerted more strength into his leg, feeling as though he was stamping down and crushing a piece of tofu.
Sheyan then handily sliced his blade across, instantly severing a handful of blood vessels linking to Travice’s neck.
Travice’s fanatical wrestling intensified in response to such a fatal threat, as a mournful screech drifted out from his thoracic cavity.
Completely out of the blue, Travice’s right leg abruptly disjointed weirdly before swinging in with tremendous force, as he kicked Sheyan stumbling backward. Of course, bones splintered at the disjointed area, as blood and a maroon mangled paste spewed out!!
Sheyan tottered backward as he glanced towards the Sun Altar.
The leaf blades and vine of the enraged ‘Stairway of the Sun’ was still braced like an infuriated wild beast. Evidently, directly retrieving its liquid sap to deal with Travice would not be wise.
As such, Sheyan could only continue brawling like a cornered beast, and lure Travice in while stumbling into retreat.
By now, Travice’s condition wasn’t that much better than Sheyan’s. His head was a mangled mess while nearly half the blood vessels connecting to it had been severed. Lymphatic fluids, blood, and bodily tissue repeatedly spurted out, as his head dangled aghast from his neck; his body violently convulsing at random intervals.
All of a sudden, he released a sharp roar as his mouth widened to its extremity once again. From within, a gush of disgustingly horrifying parasites slushed out. Apart from those parasites he saw before, there were even giant stout maggots, tiny parasitic beast with a canine body and a strange quintuplet clover head, and large hookworms…
If those parasites were to touch Sheyan, he would probably be reduced into a puddle of blood in an instant. No, his blood wouldn’t even be spared. At most, only his would remain.
However, Sheyan also noticed that when Travice shot forth those parasites, his own body had collapsed and was dissolving away. Ash-grey speckles then appeared on the surfaces of those parasites, and though they continued pressing towards Sheyan, they had lost their initial agility. Right now, they appeared rigid like robots.
When Travice utterly dissolved, those parasites became completely motionless. Like black volcanic rock sculptures, they finally crumbled to the ground as ashes.
Coldly witnessing everything from nearby, Sheyan could perceive this sequence of events.
Travice was ultimately still a wild beast controlled by an insatiable appetite. Undoubtedly, most of his human intellect was eternally erased.
After receiving grave injuries from Sheyan, his destroyed brain nerves and primal parasitic instincts could sorely feel the threat to his life. As such, the overwhelming circumstance finally activated his final defense mechanism; unleashing his full force of parasite army in a last-ditch attempt.
Except, mobilizing those parasites required a definite amount of life essence. Trapped in hibernated dormancy for centuries, its life essence had inevitably plunged to rock bottom. Regardless of the amount of blood drawn from Sheyan, summoning all such a full force of parasites would only lead to one simple outcome - his body being unable to bear it and thoroughly crumbled…
Moreover, Sheyan was also finally enlightened on one thing. So far till now, he could confirm the various mature biohazard mutations were related to the ‘Stairway of the Sun’.
Nevertheless, Sheyan could currently determine these biohazard freaks were classified into two distinct categories.
The first was the monsters born from personal genetic mutation, where the typical model was those Lickers. While the second, are parasites that had gained control of a body, those Plaga Type Hosts!
Most crucially, Sheyan also noted that out of all the Plaga Hosts he encountered, they were all European foreigners!
He then related this to the dying words of Dias - ‘A pity, true pity……us foreigners are different from these aborigines. Our bodies, and this power they seek!!’
From all these, Sheyan finally resolved another riddle in his heart.
"What is the difference between the Ndipaya aborigines and the Europeans then? This difference has been clearly pointed out! It resides in the ‘body’!"
"The African black males have bigger muscle densities than European whites…the black male possesses more stamina…the black males aren’t good at swimming……those are all aspects I’ve envisaged but eventually dismissed!"