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The bone spurs extending from the skeleton grew like branching trees, constantly dividing into more spurs as they continued to grow.

Driven by Klein's magic, the growth of the bone spurs showed no signs of stopping, even in corners, doorways, and narrow passages.

Endless bone spurs spread and grew throughout the entire cafeteria, piercing every bone-eater and pinning them to the walls and floor.

The fragile bodies of these Rank 1 magical beasts were unable to resist the power of the skeletal spikes, leaving them to be slaughtered by Klein's magic.

Massive bone spurs filled every corner of the room, continuing until the entire cafeteria was packed full before finally stopping.

They may not have been very intelligent, but they knew what fear was!

The force driving them could no longer suppress the bone-eaters' fear of Klein, so they retreated.

Klein watched the retreating bone-eater horde, raised an eyebrow, and joked to himself.

"What should I call this move? Dance of the Early Fern? Is that too chuuni?"

......

The slaughter ceased, and Klein wanted to retract the bones, otherwise he would waste too much magic, and he was starting to feel overwhelmed.

But as he retracted the bones, a large amount of bone-eater blood slid down the bone spurs.

Klein was a little helpless; the Shadow Protection Barrier could only block energy impacts, and the beast blood would still flow onto him.

Or should he put up a shield?

He touched the Carniva Soul Protection Talisman on his body; this shield could resist physical attacks.

However, to activate a shield with a 3-day cooldown just to avoid getting dirty seemed a bit stupid.

This place, after the candlestick and this bone-eater attack, clearly had a big problem, and the other parts of the candlestick had not been found.

Was it appropriate to waste a shield for no reason?

After thinking about the pros and cons, Klein put his hand down; a little dirt wouldn't hurt.

He could conjure water; not to mention a small thing like taking a bath, even conjuring a swimming pool, he had enough magic.

The only thing missing might be a bathtub.

Klein was not in a hurry to leave; he wiped the blood off his body while walking towards the large pots from before.

He was really curious about what was being cooked in these pots; standing in front of the pots, Klein hesitated for a few seconds before opening the lid.

After opening the pot, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew! Good, as long as it's not people."

What was being cooked in the pot was the corpses of bone-eaters, mixed with some other unknown substances.

Although they were almost completely rotten, Klein, who had just killed so many bone-eaters, could still recognize them.

But looking at these pots, Klein fell into deep thought.

"It's already strange that they've gone from solitary to social behavior; these magical beasts shouldn't be cooking for themselves, right?

So the question is, are these bone-eaters being driven by someone?

Looking at these cooking pots, Klein didn't think they were doing anything good.

Since this thing was definitely not a good thing, then he might as well do something good too.

Let's just get rid of all these pots!

......

In this ancient ruin, hidden in an underground room, a group of men in black were gathered around a blood-red pool.

This blood pool was bubbling with a large amount of bubbles, and whenever these blood-red bubbles burst, they didn't emit a strange smell, but instead gave off a captivating fragrance.

The men in black constantly poured the already rotten bone-eater corpses and soup into the blood pool. When the bone-eater soup was poured into the blood pool, the bubbles would rise more violently, and the fragrance would become even more alluring.

But even though a dozen buckets of flesh and soup had been poured in, the blood pool showed no signs of overflowing, as if the bone-eater meat and soup had all been swallowed by the blood pool.

At this time, a leading man in black passed by and pointed to one of the people pouring blood and said.

"Try to adjust your breathing as much as possible. If you're tired, go take a break next door. This is not a place to show off your strength. If you get contaminated, the only outcome is death."

"Yes! I'll go rest now."

The leading man in black nodded; this place was not a place to show off one's physical strength.

If you were tired, you had to rest, and it was mandatory.

As time passed, the blood pool gradually calmed down, and the leading man in black took out a sealed container and poured a bottle of liquid from the blood pool.

Holding this bottle of liquid, he came to a room where many bone-eaters were imprisoned. These bone-eaters looked weak and were separated by cages.

The man in black randomly grabbed a bone-eater and poured the liquid in his hand into it.

The weak bone-eater didn't struggle too much. After the liquid was poured in, the bone-eater was placed by the men in black on their self-built magic-powered elevator and raised to the ground.

Before long, the bone-eater's body began to emit a strong fragrance.

This fragrance was a fatal temptation for other bone-eaters; even if it meant facing death, they couldn't resist this scent.

As the fragrance dissipated, more and more bone-eaters rushed over. They first surrounded the fragrant bone-eater.

Once enough numbers had gathered, they swarmed up and began to tear apart the fragrant bone-eater.

Soon, the bone-eater was devoured, and even the bones were crushed and swallowed.

And those who ate the fragrant bone-eater meat began to mutate within seconds.

First, their bodies began to swell completely irrationally, and then, from their backs, bellies, and even arms and thighs, extra limbs began to grow.

Then these limbs separated from the main body, forming a new bone-eater. Under the guidance of the candle wax, the bone-eaters underwent an extremely strange split.

Depending on the amount of fragrant bone-eater meat they ate, the number of bone-eaters that split varied greatly.

But even after the split, their bodies still emitted a strong fragrance.

Although it was far less intense than the first bone-eater, it was still an irresistible temptation for other bone-eaters.

Thus, under the guidance of the fragrance, the second round of mutual cannibalism and splitting began.

This process of mutual devouring, splitting, continuing to devour, and continuing to split would last for 3-4 rounds before ending.

The initial bone-eater, relying only on a bottle of candle wax, could split into hundreds of them. This was the power of the Candle Demon's Limb.

Over 1000 words of manuscript were swallowed by the author's assistant at once. My heart is bleeding. Trash software. If I didn't have to eat from Tencent, I would have let them know the power of Zuan people.