Giant of Light: I am the Old Ones

Chapter 11
"This body, uh, I mean, it should have been dead for about 10 minutes before it came back to life. In other words, the cultist killed this body just before we were about to set off. Sacrifice? It looks like this Is this the way he obtained those strange powers through sacrifice?”

After Zussman recovered, he approached the head of the completely cold corpse and disconnected the spinal nerves, completely losing the chance of coming back to life.

In addition, the entire skull support was flattened by Soderlin. People with low psychological endurance really can't accept this scene.

Only Zussman could get a closer look.

"Then, maybe the cultist is watching us nearby. But, making the dead come back to life, hey, it's really awesome."

Amanda approached carefully. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that this thing looked like a zombie.

In the native world, he once read a book "Zombie Survival Guide", a niche book that simulates how people should evacuate in the case of a biochemical crisis and what form zombies will take in the form of news and records.

It is also mentioned that the origin of the word zombie (Western zombie).

It seems to be really related to the voodoo religion in South America.

He glanced at Soderin who had calmed down again. His grandmother's curse must not be passed on to others.

As for the origin of this monster called a corpse, according to my materialistic understanding, it should be caused by some kind of virus.

After all, he has experienced the baptism of many original world cultural works, and knows that once someone with malicious intentions masters knowledge beyond the times, he can pretend to be superstitious and fool other ordinary people.

"Maybe it's a disease, or a virus? I don't know if you understand that word, like mad cow disease. Maybe it's the bad guy who gave it to a living person."

Amanda talked about his thoughts casually. He hoped to influence everyone subtly and believe in science instead of being too superstitious.

If you haven’t met the cultist yet and are tricked by his methods into truly believing that the evil god he believes in has the ability to change reality and bless believers, no matter how determined you are, you can’t help but imagine that if you believe in this evil god, you can Get whatever you want.

"Soderling, can you find that guy?" Blake didn't pay attention to what Amanda said. After letting Zussman return to the team, he asked Soderlin.

This is his ranch, if the cultist is really nearby, there must be traces left.

That guy must be very smart. He came here with the idea of ​​​​going straight to Huanglong to deal with the cultists directly.

The latter knew that if Blake was not dealt with, he would definitely be hindered if he wanted to cause trouble in the town later.

Both want to deal with each other before the situation develops.

Then there is no choice but to meet on a narrow road and the brave wins.

Amanda felt that her thinking ability seemed to have improved, and she was able to think about many things proactively and began to deduce signs of future development.

This seems to be the benefit of allowing Omega to gain his own memory and truly integrate with himself.

It turns out that the human body of the giant of light is really strengthened.

I just don’t know if it has been strengthened physically.

Amanda felt her body carefully and found that it didn't seem to be able to explode with great power.

"Very weak."

A soft call came, waking up Amanda who was following the team and thinking silently.

He looked around, but no one responded.

"Omega, are you talking? I know I'm weak, but there's no need to be so straightforward."

Omega didn't respond, and Amanda felt that the voice didn't seem to come from her head.

The team is still moving forward, and in the distance, gradually obscured by woods, is the place where the corpse was killed.

A young man, about 28 or nine years old, who was also wearing Edward's company, was holding the handle of the pliers in his hand and dangling in a nonchalant manner.

Slowly squatting next to the ghoul's head, he reached out his hand and touched the blood stained on the teeth, then put it into his mouth and licked it.

The young man licked the fresh blood, and his originally normal expression became strange, filled with excitement. The blood vessels exposed in his neck became more and more obvious, and his body could not stop trembling.

"Wendigo, yes, blood. Although the blood has been scattered for many years, it is fresh enough. I was going to make you into a ghoul, Soderling, my good baby. Now it is confirmed that you are Wendigo descendants, then let you return to your ancestors!"

Wendigo, in the knowledge inheritance of the descendants of the evil god, was originally a nomadic people in the northern part of the land close to the snow-capped mountains. People who committed the sin of eating their own kind were cursed and turned into giant humanoid monsters.

It retains the ability to reproduce with human females, but usually eats captured females as food rather than as partners.

So far, all Wendigos have been males, perhaps because the original cannibals were all strong and strong males.

Occasionally, wendigos that suppress the desire to eat can make women pregnant, but it's best if someone can rescue those women as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the Wendigo will watch his partner's belly getting bigger day by day, and he will be even more unable to suppress his hungry appetite.

Those children of Wendigo who are extremely lucky or unlucky and are born are no different from humans in appearance, except that they will be taller, their skin will turn white when they get old, and they will eventually be unable to eat due to severe stomach pain and starve. die.

As a descendant of Wendigo, Soderling's family has actually been under observation by cultists for generations.

It is ridiculous that only ignorant mortals treat God's curses and gifts as ordinary illnesses.

After the young man calmed down, he sat down and piled up the corpses of the corpses.

At this time, Soderling should be induced to take those fools to find his own substitute. Hey, he can complete the new sacrificial ceremony and complete the second coming of the ghouls.

"Come, come, the miracle called by the stars will definitely appear -!"

A mysterious purple-black mist emerged from the corpse's body and connected its torn-off head.

He staggered to his feet and stretched downward from his neck, tearing open a huge mouth. The joints turned into fangs, and he threw his head in and chewed it clean.

"This is the ghost of a ghoul. Wherever it goes, no one survives."

The young man's eyes flashed with admiration as he stared at the body of a ghoul ghost that imitated even a few aspects of the god's posture. The hungry ghost who ignored the birth picked up his body and stuffed it into the huge mouth. .

Before the head was stuffed into his mouth, the young man's eyes were still full of love and respect for God.

After half a meal, the ghoul ghost finished digesting the young man's body. Its huge tongue licked the blood on both sides of its huge mouth, feeling nostalgic for the taste.

It's time to go, kill those villains, eat those villains!

The ghoul ghost's little wisdom guided it towards the direction of the town.

There seemed to be several horses neighing in the distance, which was extremely painful.

But except Amanda, no one seemed to hear it.

Strange, is it my illusion?

(End of this chapter)