Born in Blood

Chapter 440 Fill

Neren and Johan didn't last too long.

Even without using his new mental energy abilities.

Liam contemplated using his new Rank 4 mental energy and pairing it with Hone.

Corruption broke down their bodies and slowly killed them off.

But now, the Reaper had come for the rest, and it was time for a harvest.

Liam unsheathed his Black Blade, which instantly squirmed with pure joy.

It hadn't been swung in so long.

It never saw the light of day.

It refused to be held by anyone else, not that anyone dared to touch his weapons.

It almost lost its mind when in isolation with the other 2 swords.

Then, he took out the Dusk Blades, which roared in pleasure.

Right after, the Breaker Blade was stretched to the side, silently brooding.

But when Liam used Sword Connection, their personalities experienced a sudden shift.

It was like their base qualities had been amplified with a new layer of sadism and disgust.

They not only hated their victims, they were disgusted by them.

They were appalled by their mere existence, wanting nothing more than to inflict pain.

The Black Blade wanted to slice through flesh, but with the least edge-to-skin contact possible.

The Dusk Blades wanted to flay and rip it apart, brutalize it, then chew it back out.

The Breaker Blade wanted to shatter bones and break bodies and bones apart.

No words were exchanged between them and Liam.

The blades were an extension of himself.

There was no need for a speech or talk of any kind.

He himself was the blade.

Liam took slow steps to the closest acolyte.

Cornered prey.

She was barely a Rank 3 cultivator.

Tears swelled in her eyes.

She staggered backwards.

Liam felt a little bit of enjoyment from this.

He didn't enjoy it before.

It wasn't a hobby or something he loved to do.

But now, he wouldn't mind inflicting pain and fear or even reveling in it.

Calling him a masochist was one thing. Calling him a sadist was another. Both were valid.

That was part of his 'duality', Liam supposed.

Liam stuck the Black Blade through the acolyte's chest.

Blood spurted in a straight line.

The acolytes' eyes widened in shock.

Liam ignored the pleas.

The Black Blade slashed upwards, cleaving her head apart in a glorious, gory spray of bloody fireworks.

Shocked silence.

She was just an acolyte!

A low ranking acolyte!

What was this cruelty!?

Liam's eyes moved towards the rest who watched.

Ian was there. Beside him, his wife.

These two disgusted Liam the most.

Why?

They'd bitten the feeding hand.

Spit on it.

Then slapped it away.

For them, one death was not enough.

Ian felt his body shrivel in fear, but in protection for his wife, a condensed sword of wind formed in his hand.

Aore made a few gestures with her hands, causing tremors to run across the ground below Liam.

They knew it was too late for apologies.

They wanted to apologize.

But they knew Liam was past that.

Ian burst forward with incredible speed, using a spell to bolster his swiftness.

The sword was aimed straight at Liam's heart.

SHRIFF!

It stabbed through!

Ian's sword actually went through Liam's heart!

There was blood!

There was a wound!

It felt solid!

…The Liam in question slowly melted apart like wax, wrapping around Ian's hand and spreading over to his body, burrowing into his skin.

Ian screamed hectically, attempting to rip off parts of his own body to stop the cruel sensations.

Those watching felt their chests shake in fear.

…To them, nothing was happening to Ian!

And yet, he was screaming his guts out!

It was all an illusion!

Liam's King's Eye had reached new heights.

Instead of actually conjuring his mental energy, Liam could naturally usurp control of a cultivator's vision.

But not just vision.

Their senses, too!

Hearing, smell, taste and touch.

Unlike the Kitsune, he couldn't do it to a large group of people, nor was it as proficient and clean as her's.

Instead, he could only manipulate one person's senses at a time.

'I can't imitate pain, though. Just severe discomfort using heat and cold.'

Ian's screams came to an abrupt end.

He had ripped off so much of himself, he looked like the chewed leftovers from a wolf's hunt.

Liam appeared behind Aore next.

As she turned around, the Breaker Blade was already descending.

KRSH!

She was crushed like a can.

Aore was a kind woman.

She was dead now.

What happened next could only be described as a massacre.

The Elders fought back the best they could.

They charged their strongest spells and tried their hand at an offensive formation.

And yet, Liam was too fast, too cruel, too strong.

Essentially, he was an unstoppable force against a movable object.

***

Soon, it was over.

What remained of the two thousand were dismembered corpses, the air a thick stench of blood and grime.

Jax and Ryu were the first to arrive at the scene, feeling a shiver crawl down their spines.

Shaking off the filth dripping over his entire body, Liam sheathed his weapons and looked up.

The Elders had filled the skies, and they couldn't help but feel pity for those Liam dispatched.

It was the way of the world, they supposed.

Liam took a look around. The bodies could provide a tiny cultivation boost.

But he was too disgusted by them.

They didn't deserve to be eaten by him.

Liam sent Jargon a knowing look. Using Shadow Blink, a flash of blackness rippled across his form, and he disappeared instantly.

***

Reappearing in his room — which seemed to be refurbished and given a nice touch of luxury — Liam spotted his space ring laying on a mahogany table.

Grabbing the ring, Liam peered through its contents for a brief second.

There it was.

The Rank 5 Psionic Rune!

From what Liam remembered, there was only one person with a Rank 5 Psionic Rune, and that was Usan.

The Runes were incredibly expensive and rare.

Just one of them could warrant millions of 'Ora' Stones.

Made from grey rock and barely fist-sized, the rune was in the shape of a rhombicosidodecahedron, with more than a hundred sides glowing with sapphire runic letters.

Even the word was a mouthful, and Liam avoided looking at it.

He learned from his mistakes.

A moment later, Jargon had appeared in his room.

"Alright," Liam said. "Fill me in."