Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 543 - 544: Terrifying Regenerative Ability [2/2]

"What the hell is that thing…"

Gazing at the huge creature rushing at her from below, Yumo’s face showed both shock and deep disgust. Living for hundreds of years, she’d seen a lot, making her pretty hard to scare or gross out monsters. Even Mengxi would say Yumo has a weird taste. She didn’t just like cute and pretty things like most people, but also found usual scary stuff like skeletons, zombies, and other creepy creatures kind of charming. Sometimes she’d even pick them up and call them ’cute.’

After all, the little cute demons in Winter Forest were not exactly what one would describe as ’friendly-looking’. Living among these creatures for so long, Yumo had gotten used to some pretty odd tastes.

However, even Yumo, with her particular tastes, couldn’t help but show a face of disgust upon seeing the monstrosity formed of black mud below her. This wasn’t just a simple mud monster. It was like a collection of all the ugliness in the world, emitting a foul stench all over its body.

Its form was not fixed, and although its body was massive, it wriggled like a slime. The black mud that constituted its body wasn’t just a simple black liquid. If you looked closely, you’d see the faces of various creatures imprinted on it, contorted in agony, as if telling tales of immense suffering they had endured before their death.

Just seeing these faces would freak out anyone scared of tight spaces. When the monster roared, these faces screamed too. The mix of the deep roar and countless screams was enough to make anyone’s hair stand on end.

But what disgusted Yumo the most was the aura emanating from the monster. It was a blend of magical power, Fighting spirit, holy auras, shadow forces, and even divine power, all of which constantly stimulated Yumo’s senses. Especially the corrupted divine power, which already countered Yumo’s own abilities, became even more unbearable after mixing with other forms of power and the resentments of numerous dead. She felt like her stomach was churning.

Holding back the urge to puke, Yumo noticed something even weirder. It was a colorful face on the monster’s forehead, different from the black mud faces. And she knew it! It was Xue Tianao, someone she had wiped out in SkyDome.

Yumo was shocked when she saw the disfigured face before her, half of which was scraped away to reveal a skull covered in rotten flesh. It immediately reminded her of someone from her past—a man who had been overconfident and thought of himself as the Son of Destiny.

"The Son of Destiny? Why is his face appearing on this creature?"

From the mingled powers within the monster, Yumo guessed that it was a creature that devoured other spirits to absorb their power. The faces of its victims would then permanently appear on its body as grotesque features. It was somewhat similar to the soul-devouring demons that necromancers often summoned, but it was undoubtedly a more advanced entity.

The appearance of Xue Tianao’s face on the monster’s forehead made Yumo think—had the monster devoured him? But she had clearly eliminated Xue Tianao with a casual annihilating cannon. Could it be that she hadn’t actually killed him and that he had been captured by Youlan later on?

This thought surfaced in Yumo’s mind. However, she had no chance to verify her speculation as the monster’s gaping mouth closed in on her. She had to react quickly, or she would be swallowed too.

"Forget about it for now," Yumo thought, "I’ll find Youlan later and ask her. Right now—back off! You’re in my way!"

Angry, Yumo fired a bunch of Crimson Bullets from her hand. They slammed into the monster, making it shriek and leaving it full of holes. After a series of blasts, the monster was a wreck, now only a third of its original size left.

However,...

Just when Yumo thought the monster had lost its fighting ability, its shattered body suddenly reassembled itself. In a blink of an eye, under Yumo’s incredulous gaze, the monster regenerated completely, looking no different from before. Then, it roared and launched another relentless attack on the black-haired girl.

Seeing that the black mud monster wasn’t annihilated by a single strike and was attacking her again, Yumo clenched her fists in anger, her crimson eyes filled with impatience.

"So annoying"

Dodging numerous bloody claws, the power of the shadow began to gather at her fingertips.

Then, she fired a huge red blast surrounded by crimson electric bolts. The shot hit the monster square in the face, wiping out half of it. But in no time at all, the monster healed itself and was back to square one.

"Will this thing ever give up?"

Yumo wondered, getting more and more annoyed.

Meanwhile, behind Yumo, where the Red Moon Tower mages had just been repelled, the force of shadow dispersed gradually. Accompanied by the smell of gunpowder and splattered blood, both Ophelia and Anfrere, who had been hit by Yumo’s Origin Blood Bullet, fell from the sky, hitting the ground hard and creating two large craters.

The Origin Blood Bullet was Yumo’s way of attacking a large area. Even though it hit a lot of space, each bullet wasn’t super strong.

But still...

After getting hit by Yumo’s Crimson Bullet, Ophelia was in bad shape. Her clothes were almost gone, and she didn’t even have hair anymore. Her body was covered in burn marks. Anfrere, even with some Earth magic protection, got it worse. Three Bullets left him barely recognizable, missing his legs, a left arm, and part of his head.

In short, these two top-notch guardian of Red Moon Tower, despite their powerful vitality, were barely clinging to life.

...

After noticing their condition, a few grand mages from Red Moon Tower, hiding not too far behind, quickly rushed to them. Taking the opportunity when Yumo’s attention was diverted, they poured ’Tears Nature,’ a potent elixir they obtained from the elves, into their mouths.

As the cold green elixir flowed into their stomachs, the two nearly lifeless figures began to show signs of life. With the help of the grand mages’ regenerative magic, they gradually regained their strength and struggled to their feet. Their burnt skin began to heal, and their lost limbs and hair started to regrow.

When his vision cleared, Anfrere, the left guardian, looked down at his perfectly intact body and flexed his recovered left hand. He couldn’t help but turn to Ophelia and exclaimed,

"No matter how many times, your elven potions never cease to amaze me. I was practically disabled, and now I’m all good? What are these potions made of?"

"As far as I know, they’re made from the sap of the Elf Tree. The specifics are a secret known only to the Elf King. If I knew, we wouldn’t have needed to spend so much money buying it from Black Rose"

Ophelia quickly changed back into her Red Moon Tower Mage attire and replied, her gaze filled with disdain.

"Anyway, now’s not the time for this. Remember the mission from the Tower Master. Put on your clothes. And if I see that worm of yours again, don’t blame me for cutting it of" she added sharply.

"Alright, alright," Anfrere sighed, steadying himself and rising from the ground. His eyes involuntarily drifted to a shadowy figure entangled by black mud monsters in the distance. A trace of helplessness flashed through his brown eyes,

"Hold that lady back? Or should I say... making her angrier? She’s already terrifying as it is, and we’re supposed to provoke her more? Master has given us quite the impossible task..."