Chapter 123 Limb Noble

The soldiers took Millicent to the "kitchen".

Along the way, Millicent admired the desolate beauty of Stonewell's destruction from a distance, and sighed at the strength of her teacher.

The soldiers took Millicent to the kitchen door:

"After that catastrophe, half of the city was destroyed. This place is deeper and has not been destroyed. But Lord Greg is missing and no one can command him. We don't dare to go in, and the prosthetic nobles inside don't come out either. It’s been a stalemate here.”

Xiaobing inoculates Millicent:

"You can only solve this yourself. After you enter, we will close the door. We don't want to harm you, but we really don't dare to let the guy out. If you can't beat him, there is a small door in the room, and you can escape from there. .”

Millicent nodded:

"Okay, I'm sorry to bother you."

The door opened and Millicent stepped inside.

As soon as she entered, Millicent frowned.

In the kitchen, there were originally many body parts collected by Greg hanging from the ceiling. Some of these limbs were fused together in twos and threes, hanging from the ceiling in twisted postures.

At this time, it had been a long time since Greg disappeared, and these limbs had rotted away.

A lot of rotten meat was peeled off from the limbs like overripe persimmons and smashed to the ground. The ground was covered with a layer of yellow-brown grease and emitted a foul smell.

The familiar rotten smell made Millicent subconsciously feel disgusted.

And in this dirty, dark room, a big spider was wandering inside.

The fibers of the flesh were twisted together, and countless corpses were gathered into the main body of the spider. Each hand and foot was composed of several limbs.

On the head of the spider is a handsome young man with only a head and an arm.

But the originally handsome young man was now covered in filth. He was locked in the kitchen for a long time, and he could only eat these carrion to replenish his strength.

The young man grabbed the pieces of rotting meat on the ground and stuffed them into his mouth. His short hair was stuck with yellow-brown grease and dark-brown blood, making it a mess.

"Is this... limb grafting..." Millicent witnessed the scene of limb grafting for the first time and understood why this ritual was considered sacrilegious.

Hearing Millicent's murmur, the big spider suddenly raised its legs and raised its face, staring at Millicent.

The long-term hunger made Millicent look extremely delicious at this moment.

The limb was so deformed that no one could see its legs. It moved quickly. With three hands holding a large shield in one hand and a long sword in the other, it rushed towards Millicent.

Millicent threw out the flames and fired a fireball at the grafted noble from a distance. Then she circled the kitchen pillars and relied on her small size to avoid the grafted noble's attack.

While dodging, she observed the attack movements of the limbed noble and the wounds after contact with the fireball.

The body with an artificial limb is different from that of ordinary people, and Millicent cannot rely on past experience to make judgments. In which direction the arms of the prosthesis can exert force, and where the body can be twisted, these all need to be observed.

Fortunately, the Armed Noble is not resistant to fire, and her fire can cause damage as usual.

The grafted noble's lower limbs exerted force and rushed towards Millicent, but she rolled to avoid it and used the fire to ignite the cloak on the grafted noble's body.

The flames continued to burn his body, and the stinging pain made the grafted nobleman retreat in fear.

The boy who had been moving like a beast suddenly regained consciousness in his eyes, fear and pain filling his face.

The boy covered his face with his only hand and let out a heart-rending howl.

The twisted and huge life force was released with a howl, and the huge wave of sound waves threw Millicent away.

Millicent climbed up from the ground, soaked in the filth on the ground.

When she saw the crying boy, she felt a little pitiful for him.

If she became like this, she would rather die.

After howling, the boy stopped chasing Millicent and stood up.

The slender legs supported the huge and bloated body and were shaking slightly.

But the boy did not climb down again. Instead, he stood up like a human being. The two swords in his hands were placed horizontally on the side of his face, showing the starting position of the sword skills he once used as a human.

The sword disappeared, and the thrusts exploded in the space in front of Millicent like a storm, so fast that the crackling sound of the air could not catch up.

Millicent slid back along the grease on the ground, dodged the fierce thrust, and went around behind the pillar.

"I'm afraid the physical strength to be able to use that kind of thrust is not inferior to mine..." Millicent thought to herself.

She noticed that yellow pus was constantly flowing out of the boy's blackened back wound. The pus extinguished the flame and gave off a burning smell.

The continuous pain seemed to maintain the boy's sanity as a human being. The boy twisted his waist as if to show the wound on his back.

Twisting his waist and turning around, his twisted body rotated, causing the upper body of the limbed noble to rotate. The two swords turned into windmills and cut towards Millicent.

Such a large-scale move was not suitable for use in a narrow kitchen, but the sharp blade cut through the walls and columns, destroying everything with devastating effect.

Millicent did not retreat, but stepped forward to face the sword blade.

She lay on her back and slid against the ground.

The tip of the sword grazed the tip of her nose and passed a few centimeters away from her chest.

The body of the prosthetic noble is tall, and if he wants to rotate the blade, he needs to tilt it.

Standing behind him at this time, he would not be cut by the terrifying sword and wind.

These moves are fierce and fierce, and they are the sword skills used by the limb-repairing nobles to insist on their identity as human beings.

But for Millicent, because the moves are more like those performed by humans, it is easier to judge weaknesses.

Millicent stepped on the twisted back of the grafted nobleman, stepped on the boy's neck, and put her palm on the back of the boy's head.

"Rest in peace, I hope you can return to the embrace of the golden tree." Flames surged in Millicent's hands.

The fire did not explode in her palm, but was poured into the boy's head, and then exploded.

No matter how hard the skin was, it could not withstand this kind of torture. The huge body of the limbed noble fell to the ground, and the deformed and desecrated body finally returned to peace.

Millicent adjusted her breathing and looked at the body of the grafted noble, feeling somewhat silent.

The elder said that it would be best for her to capture the prosthetic noble alive.

Seeing the pain on the young man's face, she decided to kill the limb-sparing noble.

When she heard from the elders that it was possible for her to recover her broken arm with a limb replacement, she was somewhat hopeful and happy.

But when she witnessed the results of the limb grafting ceremony with her own eyes, she didn't know whether she should accept a limb that wasn't her own.

Millicent knocked on the door three times and used a predetermined code signal to signal the soldier guarding the door to open the door.

Outside the gate, the heavy shackles were opened, the gate opened a small crack, and the soldier stretched out his head and peeked into the kitchen.

"Is it over?" Xiao Bing looked at Millicent who was covered in blood in awe.

Millicent nodded:

"Please pack up his body intact. I want to take it away."

"No problem, thank you for helping us solve this problem." Xiaobing said.

"Neferi has to deal with it anyway, so I helped her deal with it," Millicent said.

"Are you also from Neferi..." Xiaobing asked.

"Called friends," Millicent said.

Millicent regards Neferi as a friend, and considering that Neferi can really take over Stonewall, she may need to ask Neferi to help let the Son of Platinum enter Stonewell. She doesn't mind selling personal favors.

The soldier understood, opened the door, and asked others to come in with ropes and planks.

Millicent leaned aside and watched the soldiers bagging the body of the limbed noble while cursing and occasionally kicking.

The ugly deformity of the prosthetic noble is not much different from that in life. What changes the attitude of the soldiers is whether the prosthetic noble will resist and whether he has the strength.

Even if it is a deformed and ugly thing, when it is so powerful that no one can resist it, the humiliation to him will disappear.

It has nothing to do with ugliness or blasphemy, only strength and strength determine everything.

Greg may have thought so too.

Millicent couldn't allow herself to think this way.

Because she knows in her heart that her most powerful weapon is always corruption.

People living under the golden tree have no ability to resist corruption. For them, corruption will be the most terrifying weapon.

If a hero is judged only by his or her strength, then the Corruption Families and Corruption are the superior species and laws.

But this conclusion felt wrong no matter what Millicent thought. She couldn't refute it for the moment, but it just felt wrong.

"Maybe I should ask the teacher for advice." Millicent thought.