Blood mixed with brain matter splattered everywhere.
In an instant, the relaxed expression of the Military Department Extraordinary Casimo turned stern.
To abduct half of the people before the eyes of so many Fourth Rank Transcendents without a sound, and even to impose curses and pollution invisibly,
the perpetrator would have to be of a higher Rank or possess a more frightening and bizarre Sealed Object.
Regardless of which possibility it was, neither was good for them.
At this very moment, everyone's gaze was fixed on the two arms emerging from his ears.
After they had killed the Transcendent, the two connected arms didn't perish with him.
Instead, they began to crawl forward sinuously, supported by their fingers as if alive.
The friction of the nails against the floor caused a faint rustling sound.
With this scene, the crowd's faces changed color once more.
Where was it crawling to?
Or perhaps to its creator?
Furthermore, what kind of being existed, and how many similar limbs could there be, to produce such a dense rustling sound?
The dense sound, multiple limbs, serial killings, limb connector...
At this moment, some of the Transcendents who were out of the loop began to guess what was happening through keywords and fragments of clues.
Meanwhile, the rapidly crawling arm lost all strength when it reached the edge of the wall, and the fingers that had supported the entire limb went limp, lying motionless on the ground.
Because the power source was gone?
Just then, someone seemed to have noticed something and, with a voice tinged with terror, shouted loudly, "Look up!"
Everyone's heads lifted in the direction of the arm.
Then, almost simultaneously, they came face to face with a pair of eyes full of boundless malice.
It was a figure resembling a gecko, shrouded in the somewhat tattered black robe of the Heavenly Principle Church, its body sewn with various limbs, nearly losing all appearance of humanity, like a disgusting, thick worm coiled on the ceiling of the old factory.
"I've been wondering how long it would take for you all to notice something's amiss," the figure then let out a sinister laugh, "Should I call it stupidity or greed? As Transcendents of the Imperial Capital, to lose all vigilance for the sake of immediate benefits, and ultimately become part of my body."
As he spoke, he casually moved the blood-drenched limbs on his body, which, judging by their color and state of decomposition, seemed to have been recently attached.
Following this, accompanied by the sound of limbs scraping against the wall, a lightless dark curtain slowly descended over the entire old factory.
It seemed like an impenetrable Barrier, and until the ritual was complete, no one would be able to escape.
On the other hand, within the crowd, someone finally murmured in a strained tone, "You... you're the real limb connector?"
"Exactly," Burshman sneered coldly, nibbling on the flesh of one of the limbs, wriggling back and forth like a centipede, "That kid was never the murderer. The whole commotion was just for the sake of drawing me out."
"It's actually quite amusing. The only one who truly wanted to do something, ended up being killed because of your infighting."
"But I should thank him."
"Thanks to the mess he made, gathering all you Fourth Rank Transcendents here at once, satisfying the conditions for my advancement in hierarchy, saving me the effort of hunting you down one by one."
"As a token of my gratitude, after all this is over, I'll replace my left hand with that of the boy's."