Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 592: Flower of Blood and Bone: Nightmare
"Desire is the measure of all things. Do not be bound by the bridle of morality. Do what you wish, and treat who you wish."

Lisa Kane's hearing also became extremely sensitive. The surroundings were filled with low humming sounds and unknown mutterings, as if countless voices were whispering in her ears, bringing endless irritation and fear.

The sounds were sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, as if they came from far away, and also as if they were ringing directly in her mind, making her nerves tense and almost breaking down.

Lisa was dragged into a bizarre dream while in a coma, and physical pain and confusion filled every nerve in her body.

She felt as if her body was floating in endless darkness, without direction or weight, and could only allow this endless nothingness to surround her.

Her limbs seemed to be tightly entangled by invisible chains, unable to move, as if every inch of her muscle was resisting her own existence.

Every breath burned my lungs, and the air was filled with a pungent smell, like a mixture of rotting corpses and chemicals.

Lisa's throat was so dry that it seemed to be splitting, and every breath brought a tearing pain.

In her dream, she saw her past.

She remembered that her name was Zdena Slovak at that time...

The name Zdena symbolizes her stable position in the family and her constructive role in society. The name is often related to "building" or "construction" in the tribe, symbolizing stability and creativity.

She comes from a family with deep roots in the Slovak region, and the last name Slovakova reflects her family background.

Lisa hated her past name. That name represented her need for her own identity and made her forget the importance of sticking to her true self.

"Assimilation is the greatest enemy of the individual, the assimilation of the nation, the assimilation of the country..."

"But you have no choice - people are either born with faith or without it. There is no other way. The land you are born into will make the choice for you."

Distorted images kept flashing before her eyes, as if reality and dreams were intertwining and colliding in her consciousness.

She saw broken steel bridges and tilted skyscrapers, and the ruins kept spinning before her eyes like a never-ending nightmare.

Those gray prisms and tomb-like buildings, with their endless heaviness and sadness, made her feel breathless.

Her skin felt the cold touch, as if something was crawling on her body, and it was an indescribable feeling of disgust and fear.

Her vision kept changing, lights flickering before her eyes, sometimes blinding, sometimes dim, as if she was searching for a way out in endless darkness.

She saw those greedy flies and insects flying before her eyes, gnawing at the uncorrupted corpses. Those twisted corpses seemed to be telling her of endless pain and despair.

It was a dilapidated, desolate and completely forgotten scene.

The world of gray bricks and metal beams was now stripped of its luster and grandeur. Greedy flies and insects ate everything they could, passing over corpses that never rotted, and died in groups on the desolate ice field.

These grey prisms are like complete tombs. No inscriptions are needed to know who is buried in them.

The crashed aircraft had already burned out all its vitality, and even the ashes were no longer willing to lie there. Brick and tile rubble, broken glass, fallen billboards, big screens with missing corners, when the neon elves died, the demons of darkness and shadows took up residence here and would never leave.

She walked in the dead silent ruins. It was terribly quiet all around her, with only the sound of the wind whispering in her ears.

No one will remember that there ever was such a city-state, because those who knew about it are now dead.

The piles of corpses seem to be silently telling the world:

“I used to live here.”

Countless corpses lay on the ground in various twisted postures, or sat with their heads resting against the wall. Mountains of corpses looked like dry, disgusting tumors in the city, bulging out from the cracks in the steel pillars and gnawing black ulcers in the gray tones in the distance.

However, even the cancerous ones all died.

This is the world within the tomb.

This is... my mother's residence.

"Mother was once a princess; the most beautiful daughter of the Blood Queen.

The Grand Warlock, the Sorcerer-King of the Adytum, wishes to conquer her as he had conquered the Blood Queen's kingdom.

So the great sorceress used his power to possess her and made her his favorite concubine.

Afterwards, she came to venerate the Grand Karcist, as we do who adhere to the ancient ways.

She begged to bear the Grand Karcist offspring, and he gave her his sacred seed.

The mother swells with joy and life.

She took root here and grew up here.

We, like the pale ones, must satisfy her.

The Pale One pours nectar into her countless mouths, and her offspring grow and thrive by sucking its milk.

Now Mother has become one with the earth.

Her clay womb is swelling and soon she will burst.

The sinners, they are surrounded by the fire of the gods."

Lisa suddenly felt a chill coming from behind, as if invisible fingers were gently touching her back.

She turned around and found a blurry figure standing behind her, but it exuded a strong sense of oppression.

It was a figure, shrouded in darkness, with only a pair of golden eyes. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through her soul, making her tremble involuntarily.

She wanted to run away, but her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground and she couldn't move.

The figure in the dark gradually approached her and she felt suffocated, as if all the air was being sucked out of her.

Just as she was about to be swallowed, everything in the dream suddenly became blurry and the scene around her began to distort, as if everything was collapsing and falling apart.

Lisa saw the figure raise his right hand, and a familiar parchment scroll appeared. It was the "Book of Sin-Eating, the Foundation of Sin".

And on the outstretched hand, she saw a rune, a rune she had only seen on the stone walls of Thracian tumulus tombs - six curved blades radiating outward from the center, forming a rotating dynamic figure as a whole: each blade is shaped like a sharp blade, with obvious sharp corners and curves on the edges, as if endless power is contained in the constant rotation, the blades are arranged in a staggered manner and echo each other, giving people a feeling of smoothness and harmony.

That is... [Mark of Ion! ]

Her consciousness gradually blurred, everything in front of her was spinning and tumbling. Darkness surged in like a tide, completely engulfing her.

There was a whispering sound of the wind and unknown mutterings in the distance. Those voices seemed to come from another world, carrying an ancient and mysterious power.

“At that time there was peace on earth.

The Grand Karcist took charge and seized most of the Daevite lands, and no one opposed them.

Ion took his seat in the inner hall and lingered for a while in that prosperous place.

At that moment, Saint Lovataar was overwhelmed with grief, and she approached Ion, begging for a favor.

"Do not be angry with your enemies, but stretch out your hand against them and put out the fire of your righteousness, for this way leads to pain and death."

Lisa felt herself falling into endless darkness, her body becoming heavier and heavier, her consciousness gradually dissipating, and finally turning into nothingness.

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In a dim basement, dim light bulbs hung on the wall, the light flickered. The room was filled with old books and ancient ritual props, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and corruption.

"what--"

Lisa woke up from her dream. She suddenly stood up from the stained morgue bed, sweating profusely and began to breathe heavily.

Her heart was beating wildly as if it was about to jump out of her chest, and the whispering wind and mumbling in her dream were still echoing in her ears.

The female forensic doctor's body was shaking constantly, her hands tightly grasping the edge of the bed, her nails almost embedded in the iron bed board.

Lisa's clothes were tattered, covered in blood and dirt, and gave off a sickening stench.

Her hair was disheveled and stuck wetly to her forehead and cheeks, and her eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

“Huff, huff, huff~,”

The female forensic doctor breathed anxiously. She could feel the foul smell in the air lingering in her nose. Every breath seemed to inhale a strong smell of corruption.

His chest rose and fell violently and rapidly, and breathing was slightly difficult, as if every breath was as heavy and painful as swallowing poison.

"The heartbeat is strong and the rhythm is normal." She pressed her hand on her chest and felt the strong beating of her heart, steady and powerful.

"The ribs have healed."

She gently touched her ribs. The broken parts had now completely healed, leaving only a slight soreness.

Then, as a [Flesh and Blood Shepherdess], she almost subconsciously began to analyze the current condition of her body.

"There are no obvious cracks in the skin, and epidermal cell regeneration is intact."

"The liver and spleen are not enlarged and function normally."

"Blood circulation is stable, and there are no obvious symptoms of blood loss."

"Muscle tissue is recovering well and strength is returning."

"The nervous system is intact and perception is normal."

The female forensic doctor closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling the surrounding environment. Her sense of touch, hearing and vision were all within the normal range, indicating that her nervous system was not damaged.

but……

Although the pain in her body had eased a lot, she could still feel the previous injuries.

Broken bones have healed, thanks to her status as a flesh-shepherdess and the regenerative powers of the "sacred white worm" within her.

[Shepherdess of the Flesh]; patron saint of midwives, surgeons, butchers, and fleshcraft.

And her [Flesh Sculpting Technique] also has the protection of [BIO-006 Type].
It is the "Sacred White Worm", a symbiotic organism found within Sarkites and Sarkic organisms.

Sarkites believe they function as a secondary immune system, granting their hosts resistance to disease and enhanced regenerative abilities.

To outsiders, Sarkic cultists are very similar to cockroaches. As long as they are not completely killed, they can repair themselves in an almost limitless way of magic.

This unlimited ability to repair flesh and blood magic makes countless magicians jealous. The more powerful the Sarkic cultist, the harder it is to kill them.

Lisa's limbs, who survived the disaster, were stiff with tension and fear. The soreness and stiffness in her back muscles still existed, as if every muscle was protesting against the nightmare she had just experienced.

Her legs were so weak that she could barely support her body, as if every step required all her strength.

Lisa is well aware of the symbiotic presence of these sacred white worms within her body, which not only make her resistant to disease but also enhance her regenerative abilities.

This allowed her to recover quickly from her severe injuries, but it also made her more aware of how dangerous and bizarre her situation was.

Her eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light, and as she looked around, the dusty and bloodstained books and ritual props looked particularly strange and eerie under the dim light.

Lisa tried to calm her breathing and tried to recover from the suffocating fear, but her heart was still filled with anxiety and fear.

The dark figure in the dream and the rune of [Mark of Ion] seemed to be branded in her mind, lingering and making her feel extremely desperate and helpless.

As she tried to calm herself, her eyes fell on a corner of the room.

The figure who had beaten her into this state—the blond masked man—was standing there, staring at her calmly.

His figure appeared tall and oppressive in the dim light, and his golden eyes flashed coldly under the mask.

Lisa's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Her body instinctively shrank back, her back pressed against the cold wall, her hands weakly supported on the ground, trembling slightly.

Her eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, and the despair that surged from the depths of her heart made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She wanted to stand up and escape from this demonic existence, but her body was so tired and weak that it was extremely difficult for her to even move a finger.

"you……"

Her throat was dry and she tried to make a sound, but found that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Then, she saw an even more horrifying scene.

In a corner of the room, three [Behemoths] were entangled together.

Three scarlet pythons were entangled with each other, and their bodies were twisted into a huge deformed monster.

Their snake heads began to deform in an indeterminate manner, taking on incredibly strange shapes.

The first snake head turned into a lion's head, opening its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, and its roar shook the air like thunder.

The lion's mane was like a burning flame, appearing extremely wild and ferocious under the dim light.

The second snake head gradually turned into an eagle's head, with a sharp beak and cold eyes full of murderous intent.

Its feathers gleamed with a metallic luster under the light, as if each feather was deadly sharp.

The third snake head was deformed into a toad's head, with wet skin and huge eyes revealing a strange light.

Its wide mouth kept opening and closing, making a low croaking sound that was creepy.

And under these snake heads, the python's body is constantly changing.

Part of the body has turned into wolf muscles, strong and powerful, with muscle lines protruding under the skin, full of primitive power.

The other part of the body turned into crocodile scales, hard and cold. The scales reflected a cold light under the light, like impenetrable armor protecting the deformed monster.

Finally, the monster's tail turned into a giant octopus tentacle. The suction cups on the tentacle kept wriggling and emitting a strange light.

The tentacles stretched and contracted like living things, as if ready to drag their prey into the endless abyss at any time.

Lisa couldn't take her eyes off it; she was deeply attracted by this bizarre and terrifying scene.

The air was filled with a strong stench of decay, which came from the deformed flesh spores and monsters' bodies.

Each piece of flesh spore was trembling, and thick blood clots were stuck to them, dripping to the ground as the monster moved, making a disgusting sound.

"Gulong~"

The flesh and blood shepherdess couldn't help swallowing.

What the hell is this...

I have a cold, but it is in the early stage. I took medicine and typed. I blew my nose while typing, and I felt sleepy while typing. I will take some strong medicine later, sleep, and cover my sweat with a quilt. I think I will be better tomorrow.