Chapter 538: True... Curse! (Large Chapter!) (4/4)

Chapter 538 The Real... Curse! (Large Chapter!) (4/4)

Hum!

Puff...

A terrifying wound was hacked into Mrs. Felsher's body, and at her shoulder, flesh and blood splattered, exposing white bone.

Ah...

Mrs. Felsher turned her head, looking at the wound on her shoulder, but a smile appeared on her face instead, as she took the initiative to shout:

Come on, continue.

Alright.

Karen once again manipulated the Scythe of War, carrying out the second attack.

Hum!

Yet another terrifying wound appeared upon Mrs. Felsher's body.

Come on, again!

Cough, cough...

Karen continued to manipulate it while coughing violently.

Compared to Philomena's offensive, the damage Karen caused by borrowing the power of the Scythe of War was vastly greater.

Not enough, come again, I want to see just how many more times you can hack me down!

With the continuous hacking, Mrs. Felsher's body had already become extremely distorted, and now she resembled more of a skeleton draped with bits of flesh; even her face had less than half of its skin remaining.

And on Karen's side, his soul had already begun to spasm.

This won't do for you, I haven't been hacked to death yet, but you are already unable to hack any further.

Karen replied, "I am sorry, if I hadn't been injured before, I could have managed a few more strikes, but now... my injuries are holding me back too severely, which has indeed affected my performance."

Don't make excuses, since you have already come in, then it is impossible for me to let you go.

The two rows of ribs on Mrs. Felsher's chest opened once more, revealing that hideous mouthpart.

At the same time, Karen himself was drawn and pulled over.

Don't!

Philomena let out a loud shout, wanting to block her grandmother's devouring of the captain, but she was too late; the captain's figure passed straight through her line of sight like the wind, appearing right in front of her grandmother.

Young man, you have constantly reminded me of someone, someone I have thought of for decades.

Karen responded, "Trust me, he definitely hasn't been thinking of you, I swear."

Heh, it seems your mouth is quite stubborn.

My chest is even harder. Karen pointed to his own chest, and then pointed to Mrs. Felsher's currently wide-open chest.

Spike after bone spike sprouted and spread out from Mrs. Felsher's body, aiming directly at Karen's chest, stabbing straight down.

Ah!!!

Karen let out a scream; it was truly painful, truly agonizing.

...

In reality, Karen, who was sitting on the chair in the living room on the first floor, produced a harsh, grinding sound from the position of his chest, and a red luster began to flicker; his ribs, after all, were the very first place that had absorbed the Bone of the Dark Moon, but now, blood began to gush out continuously.

The surrounding puppets watched all of this in absolute silence.

...

Red flames erupted from Karen's chest area and began to blanket Mrs. Felsher's body, and her skeleton also began to melt away.

In the previous dream, Philomena had merely borrowed a strand of power left behind by the weapon spirit of the Bone of the Dark Moon to pierce through Mrs. Felsher's defense, but on the Sacrifice Island, the one who had truly received the inheritance of the Dark Moon was he, Karen.

Crack... Crack... Crack...

A dense sound of fracturing began to echo out, as line after line of fissures appeared upon Mrs. Felsher's bones.

Karen was also enduring an immense pressure on his body, and he could even perceive the distortion of his own soul; his already injured soul now felt even more as if it were about to be brutally torn apart by someone.

Philomena rushed to the front, but an invisible membrane blocked her, making her unable to enter, though she was also well aware that even if she could enter, she lacked any ability to stop it.

At this moment, the words that Alfred had spoken to her before they set out suddenly surfaced in her mind:

"You should offer your loyalty to the Young Master."

Death was so incredibly close to her.

Karen seemed to have already seen himself sliding down toward the eternally falling darkness, but even at a time like this, he still rejected those hands reaching out to him from within the black mist;

Just like the last time they appeared to help him suppress the hunger addiction, right now, they too were waiting for his summoning.

When a person's consciousness is blurred and weak, they always look for a spiritual sustenance, which is faith.

But Karen pushed away their hands,

No.

"Snap!"

Mrs. Felsher's skull cracked open with a gap.

She looked at the young man before her and mocked, "You talked big."

Karen also smiled.

Mrs. Felsher loosened her grip, and at the same time, those bone spikes that had originally stabbed into Karen's body began to withdraw, and Karen's consciousness began to plunge downward.

Captain!

I didn't kill him, what are you in such a hurry for? If I killed him, when a brand-new you walks out of this house, who would send you to work? Hehehe.

Philomena's eyes turned pitch black, and two black leather whips appeared at her arms, whipping down violently against her grandmother.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Mrs. Felsher shook her head, "You are still too weak; no, this actually isn't to blame on you, it is just that I am too strong."

Immediately after, she lunged forward with both hands, her entire self instantly appearing in front of Philomena; the bone spikes opened up completely, locking Philomena directly inside her "body."

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The sound of bone spikes entering flesh echoed; Mrs. Felsher had already constructed the channel of fusion with Philomena, and no matter how Philomena struggled, she remained unable to alter this process.

Originally, it should have been like this.

But the process, at the most unexpected moment, came to a halt.

Everything and anything in the surroundings seemed to fall into a dead quiet.

Do you know why I, your grandmother, am so powerful?

Mrs. Felsher looked down at the granddaughter in her "embrace."

Philomena did not answer.

"You met Dalis, didn't you? He looked so vibrant, the very picture of someone who had successfully absorbed the curse. Heh. But I know the truth—he failed. He wanted to deceive me, but how could I possibly be so easily fooled?

Do you know how I could tell?

Dalis was merely my specimen.

Yet what I sought to test was never the assimilation of the curse...

Because long before him, a long, long time ago... I had already successfully mastered it.

It is just that this curse was too immense, like a stubborn eggshell, so dreadfully hard to crack. Fortunately, a fracture has finally been forced open, and the albumen can at last come trickling out."

Madame Felser spread her arms wide, and across the barrier of bone spurs, she tenderly drew Philomena into an embrace:

"The curse, Grandmother has already borne it for you;

Now,

What Grandmother is going to give you,

Is a blessing."