Chapter 626: Leviathan's Whale Fall |
He smiled as he lifted his head.
[Ding! Your Limited-Time Curse Removal Ability cooldown has finished. Remaining uses: 1]
[Ding! Your Limited-Time Curse Purge Ability cooldown has finished. Remaining uses: 2]
And in that very instant, under his gaze, Lynn’s hand suddenly pressed against the nearby wall. A blinding silver light burst forth, spreading from his palm like a raging, spreading wildfire, then—like hungry flames—it frantically fanned out in all directions.
At that moment, Doctor 315’s expression changed drastically.
Because he instantly felt that, where that silver light was spreading, the curse maintaining Leviathan’s form had begun to loosen significantly.
“What did you do?!”
A massive unease swept over him at once, an overwhelming sense of crisis.
Lynn slowly controlled the white light’s spread and said in a low voice, “I can feel its pain. I can feel the suffering woven into each of its nerves. Even in death it can’t find rest.”
“But you should understand—no one wants to be disturbed after death.”
At that instant Lynn raised his head. His eyes flooded with the white light of Curse Purge, a harsh brilliance that surged forth and raced across the entire Leviathan.
The purifying white light pierced the Leviathan’s flesh and blood, like a single spark spreading into a prairie fire, sweeping across the living landscape.
A long, mournful cry sounded.
The Leviathan that circled in the black mist lifted its massive head and let out a painful, drawn-out bellow.
Like a giant whale of the deep sea.
Like every whale that senses its own death and drifts away alone, completing that one final descent of its life—the whale fall.
No dead being wants to be disturbed.
No one wants to be forcibly stitched back together after death, turned into a walking corpse, to be tormented and puppeted.
What Lynn intended was to use his ability to erase the pain the curse had inflicted, to let its soul return home.
Because the moment he stepped into this Leviathan, Lynn had already diagnosed the suffering of this massive being with his disease-diagnosis ability.
A curse!
Every patch of its flesh was soaked in the venom of a curse!
Those stitches ran through its veins like thread, piercing point by point, forcibly stitching the once-shattered corpse and rotting flesh together by curse, assembling them into this blood-and-flesh Leviathan!
The curse became its veins, the root of its torment.
[Flesh Leviathan]
[Type]: Wonder-class Root-level Great Construct
[Alignment]: Chaotic Evil
[Affiliation]: Flesh and Blood Cult · Dominator Faction
[Combat Ability]: Do not look, do not listen, do not think
[Description]: A top-tier war instrument of the Flesh and Blood Dominator faction, said to be crafted from the flesh of a fallen Ancient God. It has appeared only three times in the history of the Dark World, and each time brought extinction-level catastrophe. If you are unfortunate enough to see it, pray you have enough strength to resist its negative influence.
Just as the System described.
It had become a created thing!
A man-made monster, yet it had once been a fallen Ancient God. It had its own glorious history, a dignity it held in the Upper World.
But even in death it was desecrated again and again.
Lynn lifted his head and, calm as a still well, looked at Doctor 315 opposite him, whose face had already drastically changed, saying:
“And this is the moment I’ve been waiting for. However you made it, I will use the same method to return its freedom. I can’t remove a Root curse’s terrible effects one hundred percent, but even a twenty percent reduction is enough to make this precise machine crumble.”
Like a tower built from blocks.
You don’t need to take apart every brick.
You only need to remove the few crucial blocks that hold it together to shake its skeleton, and the entire structure will collapse in a massive chain reaction.
That was what he intended to do.
Cut the threads on its body, shatter that perfect system, prevent the curse from remaining its shackle, and give it freedom!
“No!!”
At that moment Doctor 315’s face had already twisted. Without hesitation he roared and manipulated the Leviathan’s flesh and blood, immediately launching a frenzied assault on Lynn.
He finally understood Lynn’s objective! He felt the curse within the Leviathan’s flesh being continuously weakened!
This was his killer move!
And his goal was not just Lynn; it was the entire Leviathan!
“You lunatic! Do you know what you’re doing?! You’re courting death. Weakening the curse on it will cause its collapse to release power beyond your imagination. Not only will I die, you won’t escape either!”
Doctor 315 went utterly mad. Inside the rumbling cavern of the Leviathan, panic in his eyes spilled over.
He desperately launched assault after assault at Lynn.
He desperately pushed further to control the Leviathan’s flesh, trying to stop his insane act.
But within that blinding white light, each of his strikes was being nullified by those five Death-Omen Tier puppets, and the negative effects from the curse’s weakening kept him from getting near Lynn.
“You lunatic! Lunatic! You’re going to die doing this!”
His eyes were bloodshot; his attacks grew ever more ferocious.
The Leviathan’s whale-like cry echoed through the descending chamber.
But Lynn still stood there, calm as an unfazed well, and said serenely, “No, I will not die. I am only granting peace to one who died. After the Leviathan’s fall you will not escape misfortune; I alone will be the one left standing in the end, and that will be me.”
At this moment.
The entire Leviathan convulsed violently, descending.
Even the four Root-level beings engaged in the external battle turned ashen, seeing the Leviathan falling through the black mist as white light gradually covered it.
Like a whale fall in the depths.
A feast that led to both death and release.
Inside the Leviathan, the high-ranking Plague Doctors who were barely holding off those puppet attacks had completely lost their composure; their faces drained of color.
“No! No! No!”
In this violent trembling, they no longer had any will to fight to the death.
Their persistence had only come from the belief that Doctor 315 could still control the situation, but now even the Leviathan was falling under his interference. They had fully lost the will to continue.
“Run!!”
They screamed.
They tried to get away from the Leviathan, desperately moving toward the exit of the First Chamber.
This was the nature of Chaotic Creatures—when their own safety is at stake, they always think of themselves first. That doomed the organization to be unable to survive long without overwhelming deterrence.
Lynn did not stop them; he remained composed.
Like two crazed adversaries on a plunging flight, locked in the final confrontation.
Boom—
Doctor 315’s expression grew more grotesque, his assaults on Lynn faster and more violent.
Yet still he couldn’t breach the defense of the five Death-Omen Tier puppets.
And he finally understood the meaning behind Lynn’s series of moves.
Bind his soul to this body so he could not fully control the Leviathan, then use the curse-weakening ability to further strip away his control—under such conditions it was almost pushing him to his doom.
“No! It won’t happen! It won’t!!”
His gaze tore the air.
At this moment he could not spare more hesitation. He gathered all his control, intending to seize the five puppets’ control directly through the Leviathan’s nerves and usurp Lynn’s hold.
But almost at the instant his consciousness entered the brains and neural pathways of the five Death-Omen Tier puppets,
a mark emitting a faint purple light flared out with blinding brilliance.
“Ah!!”
A piercing, agonized scream.
His attempt to take control of those five puppets was immediately met with a massive backlash from the puppet marks inside them, inflicting a grievous wound on the few remnants of his consciousness inside the Leviathan.
[Ding! Daybreak’s hatred toward you +30!]
Lynn said calmly, “Doctor, it seems fear has taken away your basic judgment. You didn’t use the Leviathan earlier to seize control of the puppets, which should have made you realize I would prepare countermeasures within them. If control could be taken so easily, I wouldn’t have let them appear before you.”
Doctor 315’s eyes were blood-red.
He stared at Lynn with killing intent and hatred that consumed nearly all of his mind.
One wrong move and everything is lost.
Counted and trapped, controlled to the point of suffocation.
It felt as if every step he took had already been anticipated and countered, and in such a life-or-death situation, his knowledge was now useless.
But he refused to accept it!
He absolutely refused to die so meekly at someone’s scheme!
“Aren’t you good at calculating?! Fine! Then let me see if there’s anything you truly can anticipate!”
At that moment, Doctor 315’s gaze was fierce.
And in that instant,
the flesh-and-blood ground beneath his feet suddenly writhed. The surging mass of tissue tore open, and the rust-stained cover of a book abruptly appeared right before Lynn’s eyes.
The book he had lost.
The Book That Kills You If You Read It!