Chapter 147: He's Melting
"Why isn't Saul waking up?" Wright crouched beside Sol and anxiously asked Byron who was beside him.
Just now, the formation had suddenly failed and the inductance meter was no longer functioning.
Nick could only remove the wires from Saul's body.
Byron looked at the busy Nick again.
Nick said as he organized the inductors, "The last measurements show that there is only one emotional body left in Saul's body, it's very calm, and it's definitely not Morton who survived."
Byron turned to Wright again, "Hmm."
Wright: You're running low on your language balance today, aren't you?
Wright sighed and rubbed his hands together, "In the end I wasn't much help, do you think Saul will tell the tower master when he wakes up? Will I die the night I get back?"
"Well ...," Byron hesitated to speak.
"No!!!" Wright, apparently misunderstanding Byron, looked down at the unconscious Saul and explained, "Saul ah! Ahh! Ahhhhhh!"
He suddenly started making odd grunting noises.
Byron and Nick were both startled by his screams and hurriedly followed Wright's line of sight.
Wright finally shouted out, "Sol, he's melting!!!"
Only to see that Saul's hands, which were hanging down by his side, had at some point started to melt like a burnt and melted candle, and were slowly sliding down to the sides with his bones as the center.
Not only that, when Byron nervously rolled up Saul's sleeves, the crowd realized that even his normal arms began to deform.
The skin sagged and drooped, as if he had instantly aged a hundred years.
Not only that, but such aged-ized skin was spreading to his torso.
If it continued, would it spread all over his body?
"How did this happen?" Nick's face was slack-jawed and stony.
Byron looked at the inductance meter on the side and suddenly thought of something.
Before Byron could say anything, the earth suddenly shook and a fierce wind came from behind.
The three of them turned back at the same time, only to realize that the soul storm, which had originally been able to support them for a few days, had begun to collapse at some point.
Countless white fragments began to fade, and the speed of the rotating wind was getting lower and lower.
But what followed was the trembling of the cracks and the rolling down of the boulders overhead.
"It must be the formation we just had that accelerated the dissipation of the storm, now the hole is going to collapse, we have to get out of here." Nick said quickly, clutching his inductor tightly.
"But with Saul in this condition, will he be a skin and bones by the time we run out?" With his life at stake, Wright asked hurriedly.
At that, Byron suddenly reached into his mouth and pulled out a pocket.
It was the very same bag that Saul had packed his loot in earlier.
Byron gently shook it, and the pocket immediately turned into a large one meter square bag.
Byron propped the pocket up and nudged Saul with his chin, "Hmm!"
This time Wright magically heard Byron, and he carefully but quickly picked up Saul and stuffed him into the pocket before the skin on his hands fell to the ground.
Byron didn't tie the pockets tightly, he just flung them backward and slung them over his shoulder.
The three of them ran along furiously.
The tremors at the rift didn't affect the ground, and the further up they ran, the weaker the aftershocks became.
In the end, they finally made it back to the entrance of the cave.
Wright reminded the two of them, "There are a good number of head monsters out there, be careful when you get out, you have to find a weak opening and break out, if you get trapped you're done for."
"Head monsters don't have good eyesight, why don't we wait until dark before going out?" Nick, on the other hand, cautiously suggested.
There was no one who was not afraid of the human head monsters roaming the mountains.
Byron handed the pocket in his hand to Nick and stepped forward himself, probing stealthily at the outside world.
However, he quickly walked back with a surprised look on his face.
"Hmm~" he shook his head softly.
"No more?" Wright asked incredulously as he rushed to where Byron had just stood, his head poking out of the cave bit by bit, then his upper body, and finally his entire body taking a single step out.
The sun was behind him, and the huge shadow created by the mountain covered almost the entire valley of the Drooping Hand.
There was silence in all directions.
The brutal warmth that was just like a coliseum was all gone.
"It's really gone." Byron and Nick followed.
They stood at the exit of the cavern on the cliff, and for a moment their hearts were complicated.
Especially Wright, he didn't expect that after the evil spirits disappeared, the human-headed monster also left automatically.
Could it be that the man-head monster was actually dependent on the evil spirit?
Suddenly, something moved in the shadows.
"Who?" Wright snapped.
A few people came out trembling diagonally below the cave where the three were.
Wright looked down and saw that they were actually apprentices of the Landwalker, and they looked somewhat familiar. It was the unlucky ones who had just been chased by the evil spirits together.
"It's you?" One of them recognized Leite and knew that he was a third level apprentice.
And there were no more third levels among the survivors of the landwalkers.
The situation reversed, and the man on the ground immediately conceded.
"My lord."
"Where are the head monsters? Are you the only ones left here?" Wright asked in an icy tone as he towered over them.
The guys looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward to answer.
"My lord, after you guys entered the underground, the human head monsters started killing people recklessly. Most of our companions were bitten to death. But I don't know what happened, just now all those human-headed monsters screamed in terror and disappeared. We were afraid that there was some danger, so we hid where we were and didn't dare to move around."
He appeared to be answering the question respectfully, but Byron noticed something strange in one's eyes as they looked at each other.
"My lord, how is that evil spirit ... Lord Morton?" The other man stepped forward and asked shakily.
And as that apprentice stepped forward, his figure directly blocked most of the apprentice with the strange eyes.
"They're signaling to the outside world!" Byron immediately realized that these guys weren't being honest.
"I feel something huge approaching." Wright suddenly crouched down and pressed one hand on the ground, "With this vibration, it will arrive in half an hour, it's not good, we must leave immediately."
"Hurry, go straight back to the tower."
Byron nodded, and the three of them immediately jumped down from the cave and landed on the ground.
Seeing Byron's trio trying to run, one of the landwalkers actually couldn't help but step forward and try to stop them.
However, just at this moment, the pocket Nick was holding suddenly struggled violently.
As soon as he thought of who was in his pocket, Nick hurriedly put his pocket on the ground.
In order to ventilate the pocket, the pocket was not tied tightly, and as soon as Nick let go of it, the opening was immediately propped open.
A skinny teenager broke free from the pocket.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Seeing the person who stood up from the pocket, the apprentice on the opposite side who had originally walked up immediately backed up in terror. Due to being too scared, he stumbled and fell to the ground after taking two steps back, and could only crawl back on all fours.
The others were also trembling.
Wanting to run, their feet were stuck to the ground and didn't listen.
Not falling to the ground like the first one had been the last of their stubbornness.
The teenager who stood up from the pocket covered his head with his hands, looking a little pained.
His hands were white bones, making one wonder how much skin and flesh was left on the skinny body underneath his clothes.
"Saul?" Byron noticed that Saul's eyes were clear despite his expression of pain, and the skin on his body seemed to have recovered and was no longer pale.
Saul lowered his hand and looked over, "Senior?"
Looking around, he realized that he had left the underground.
Looking down again, he was shocked to see that both of his hands had turned back to white bone.
And in the pocket where his feet stood were two puddles of goo and one of his taser-proof gloves.
"What, what's going on here?"
Waking up with no hands?
Whoops, why am I typing so slowly
(End of chapter)