The unique fragrance of the death of a fresh body stimulated Arlen's taste buds to secrete large amounts of saliva. The struggling souls lingering on the warm corpses gave off an aura of resentment, begging, and despair. That kind of smell was better than any seasoning in the world.
The pirates around them moved deeper into the town like locusts, leaving behind ruins and flames. Black smoke covered Yarlin's face. His pupils contracted and trembled into vertical lines, like some cold-blooded animals.
"Fick, go search those rooms again. Maybe there is something left behind." Yarlin lowered his head and walked towards the woman's body.
The hoarse and suppressed voice had a kind of strangeness that made people's hearts palpitate. Fick swallowed the retort that was on the tip of his tongue and walked towards the door that was knocked open in the distance. Soon, there was the sound of rummaging inside.
Yarlin looked at the woman's body lying in a pool of blood. A pair of eyes stared at the lifeless child. Her expression was fixed on the face of despair and nostalgia. When he touched the woman's skin through the glove, the remaining warmth and twisted emotions made his fingertips tremble. The entire leather glove vibrated with countless withered twig-like thin strips, as if something living under the glove had awakened and could not wait to devour the person.
"Asturias, be quiet."
Yarlin took off the black linen gloves and stared at his left hand that seemed to be alive. The left hand seemed to feel the danger and warning in his eyes and slowly and painfully quieted down.
Then, his left hand finally calmly revealed its full appearance. It was a black blood line, like a dense tattoo covering the entire back of his hand. Starting from the fingernails, countless black lines spread and intertwined, like countless tree roots twisting and winding around his fingers. Finally, they spiraled and converged into a pitch-black ring on the back of his hand.
And opposite the ring on the back of his hand, there was a black vertical line that split the whole palm into two.
The black line and the ring, one in the front and one in the back, overlapped together to form a vertical eye. It was tightly closed, just like Yarlin's eyes at the moment.
He called it Asturias!
His index finger was cold and had no temperature. It was pressed against the center of the woman's eyebrows and slowly but firmly slid down. The black lines between his fingers suddenly came to life again. The black lines spread rapidly on the woman's face. The dense lines started from the center of her eyebrows and covered the woman's entire body like an inverted spindle. When Yarlin's index finger slid to the woman's chest, all the black lines suddenly gathered there.
The space between the eyebrows was where the pineal gland was located, and where the soul resided. The chest was where the heart was located, and where the body's life was.
It began with the eyebrows and ended with the heart. This was complete.
"I'm hungry!" Arlen licked his slightly dry lips. "To be precise, the Astul is hungry. Oh, that's not important. What's important is that the hunger is too unbearable. I've endured it for two months, and now I'm very weak. My face is very pale, and I can't sleep every day …" Arlen sighed. I can't sleep at night … If I don't eat, I'll die. "
Ya Erlin had killed people in his past life, but he had never done something as extreme as eating a human. Psychological barriers were not something that could be easily overcome. Ya Erlin muttered to himself as he looked at the woman's corpse, trying to console himself.
Feeling the woman's body temperature gradually becoming cold, Yarlin's index finger trembled even more.
The food was not fresh when it was cold.
"In exchange for the first meal, woman, I promise you that I will avenge you. They will soon be reunited with you." Yarlin's five fingers suddenly clenched, and the spindle woven by the black lines was pulled and contracted. In just a breath, the woman's body and soul were completely annihilated, turning into a wriggling black dot that merged into the black lines.
The black lines thinned and returned to the back of his hand. Everything returned to normal.
"Phew." He stood up with a long sigh. His expression eased a lot, and his vertical pupils returned to normal. "It seems that it was not as bloody as I thought."
The ground was very clean. Except for a pool of blood, there was not a drop of flesh.
Cherishing food was a commendable quality.
"Can you simplify the ritual so that I can eat faster, Asturias?"
The left hand did not respond. It was so calm as if everything that had just happened was just Yarlin's imagination. Yarlin curled his lips and put on his gloves. He complained in his heart, "Bastard, you don't want to admit it after eating."
Then, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a message formed by his thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Asturias: With the fall of the gods, he was born from the dead remains of the abyss. He is the last resurrection of the endless abyss. He is Asturias, the corpse of the mythological era, the hive of mutation and flesh, the master of death and enslavement. Wherever he goes, all living things become his slaves. All civilizations are swallowed by him and become his nutrients. He is the most terrible disaster in countless epochs of the universe. He is …"
"Long winded, make it short!"
The text stopped abruptly. He seemed to hear a proud snort. The text in his mind broke like glass, and there was probably the sound of a glass heart breaking.
New text quickly appeared, short and perfunctory — Asturias: the hive of mutation and flesh, the master of death and enslavement. (Incomplete Seed)
Devour: Devour all flesh and blood to become nutrients for one's growth. The next stage is the complete seed.
Transform: Turn the dead creatures into your own slaves. The slaves at this stage have no self-consciousness and can only accept the simplest instructions.
Absorb: Can absorb the essence of flesh and blood of the same type of life to strengthen your own basic qualities.
Yarlin narrowed his eyes, and his mind was working quickly to think about the meaning of every word to ensure that he did not miss out or misunderstand.
At the first moment, he cross-analyzed and processed the information he received with his own situation to control the benefits and disadvantages to the greatest extent. He also tried to deduce and optimize the possibilities of the future. This was his instinct. Even though he had transmigrated and changed his body, this instinct was still engraved in his bones.
Even though this ability had pushed him to prison and the death penalty in his previous life, it probably wouldn't happen again in this life.
When Yarlin was deep in thought, he habitually touched between his eyebrows. The cold touch through his gloves made him shiver. He collected his thoughts and said, "Blackfinger is officially online. More importantly, I can finally have a good night's sleep tonight."
"Damn it, I didn't find anything except a pile of broken wood," Fick walked over angrily and was stunned for a moment before he asked doubtfully, "Where's the woman's body?"
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Obviously, he couldn't find it.
Then, as if he couldn't believe what he saw in his daze, his stiff eyes focused on Yarlin's left black glove. He suddenly jumped up from the ground as if he was stimulated by something. He let out a muffled scream and charged at Yarlin like a mad little beast.
Yarlin turned sideways and mercilessly kicked the boy's lower abdomen. The boy fell to the ground and couldn't get up. He let out a whimper and raised his head to stare at Yarlin and Fick with hatred.
"Hey, kid, I didn't kill your mother." Fick showed a fierce expression.
"Not bad." Yarlin walked over expressionlessly, squatted down and pressed his right hand on the boy's head. "Remember this feeling of hatred. It will keep you alive."
The boy's eyes widened as he stared at Yarlin, as if he wanted to imprint the face of this villain into his soul.
Yarlin was indifferent. He gently raised his hand and knocked the boy unconscious. He stood up and walked into the dark woods in the distance like a dead dog. He found a sunken hole and threw the boy into it. Then he turned and walked back.
"Yarlin, you have become merciful. You saved the kid's life." Fick looked at Yarlin curiously. "The kid will sleep until we all leave. Of course, if there is no food, he will starve to death."
"Merciful?" Yarlin sneered. "Fick, you are wrong. Living is much more cruel than death!"
"Living is more cruel than death!" Fick chewed on this sentence. This damn pirate had never heard such philosophical words. His eyes lit up. "This sentence is really great. If I die, I must let someone engrave this sentence on my tombstone."
A pirate's brain circuit is really different.
"I don't know if you will have a tombstone when you die." Arlen looked at the pirates in the distance who were plundering the area and said coldly, "But if we don't act now, we might really die this time."
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