togophonebook Chapter 231 The Mask is the True Form
Chapter 231 The Mask is the True Form
Chapter 231 The Mask is the True Form
"The twenty-seventh legal identity is in hand," Modi chuckled.
The debt collector Trix has been corrupted by the Blood God Child, but thankfully he has retained his brain, making it easy for Mordy to control him.
Only those beings that are completely modified into humans or data life forms are immune to the Blood God's manipulation.
After trying to control Trix to take two steps, Mordy sent him back to report.
There's no way I'll pay back the money; I'll just kill the creditor and then I won't have to pay it back.
The Blood God Child is equipped with both magic and martial arts modules, making him essentially equivalent to the Sixth Seal Divine Realm. Combined with the debt collector's own strength, killing his way in and out seven times would be no problem.
"How are things going at the company?"
Modi turned to ask the man in the white coat who had led the way, and the man answered methodically: "All the documents have been submitted. With money paving the way, they didn't make things difficult for us... By the way, the company headquarters has also been chosen. It's said to be a haunted place."
At this point, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face. "But after investigation, we discovered that she was just a witch who died with resentment, and the prophet has brought her back."
"A witch who died with resentment?" Mordy's interest was piqued. "Tell me what happened."
"It's roughly like this: a witch who was exploited by an unscrupulous platform got angry and seized the opportunity to kill all the platform's top executives, and then died at the hands of the cyborg army that had reacted."
Bai Da retrieved a file containing information collected by the intelligence department.
Modi took the file, glanced at it, and exclaimed in surprise, "This witch was able to transform into such a powerful evil spirit after her death?"
"Not all witches die like this," the man in the white coat corrected. "They must be witches who died with resentment and who already possessed a certain level of power."
"So that's how it is. No wonder those unscrupulous platforms set rules to strictly limit the power of witches to a certain level. There's precedent for this." He suddenly realized.
For unscrupulous platforms, giving up on exploiting witches is impossible, but they also dare not let them become too powerful, so they have to strictly limit them, which will make it much easier to clean them up later.
"I'm leaving the company's affairs to you," Mordy said, turning to leave. "I'm going to check out that evil spirit that was created by a witch."
He strode to the other side of the laboratory and easily found the evil spirit in the hibernation pod, as well as the prophet standing beside it observing.
Ignoring the black-haired girl, Modi walked straight to the hibernation pod and examined the evil spirit with its exposed bones and deformed body. The smiling face mask made of bone was reflected in his pupils.
Without a doubt, this is an evil spirit with a physical form, and it is very likely that it was transformed from the original witch's corpse.
But why has it turned out like this?
"It has a dark gothic feel to it," Modi commented, "but it's not really scary."
The prophet agreed, saying, "I actually think it's quite cute."
Both individuals, whose bodies contain a large number of different bloodlines, have a unique aesthetic sense, and this is generally the case at their level.
Some things that seem indescribable to ordinary people may just be unique to them. Similarly, things that ordinary people cannot understand may just be a special form of existence to them.
"Have samples been collected from it?" Mordy asked.
The prophet nodded. "Of course, it's worth noting that the witch factor within it is unusually active and has never been deactivated."
According to the records, when this evil spirit was still a witch, its ability was optical invisibility. It could only achieve invisibility by interfering with the reflection of light, and it was completely useless against cyborgs equipped with various sensors.
Even other witches can indirectly interfere with light through their abilities, thus achieving optical invisibility, so her ability can be said to be of little use.
However, when she transformed from a witch into an evil spirit, she not only retained her original abilities but also went a step further, possessing a mysterious and elusive presence, and almost perfectly concealed herself in an abandoned office building.
This is why, even after so long, ghost stories have circulated there.
"After transforming into an evil spirit, it actually became stronger. That's what you call becoming ten times stronger after turning evil?" the prophet joked.
Modi's focus, however, was unusually different. He turned to another issue: "Something's not right. If her abilities are that weak, how did she manage to get rid of all her superiors?"
The prophet shrugged, about to speak, when an alarm sounded.
The two were very familiar with this alarm; it was the kind that would sound when a major error occurred in the experiment or when an experimental subject escaped.
In recent times, in order to obtain results as quickly as possible, the Blood Gods have been conducting experiments every day without regard to the cost, using their lives to obtain data. Accidents during experiments are commonplace.
At first, Mody might have ordered all projects to be suspended to deal with the unexpected, but now he's used to it.
"The laboratory where the accident occurred is sealed off, and projects in surrounding laboratories are suspended. Everything else remains as normal."
He rubbed his temples and sighed, "What happened this time? Did the test subject escape? Or did the witch factor become too active, causing the abilities to go out of control?"
Leaving the prophet to continue watching the witch and evil spirits, he went to the laboratory where the incident occurred, intending to see what exactly had happened.
As soon as he entered, a black tentacle ripped through the air and lashed out at him, threatening to split him in two.
Modi did not sit idly by and wait for his death. Suddenly, Abi appeared in his hand, and with a swing of his right hand, he slashed at the tentacle as thick as an electric wire.
The two separated as soon as they touched, and the black tentacles, as if ethereal, passed through the sword and slashed across the left half of Modi's body.
Suddenly, a bloodstain appeared on Abi's body.
"Etherealization? No, it's spatial fragmentation."
Modi gently stroked the sword, and the bloodstains on Abi's nose healed instantly, as did the wounds on his body.
Despite how subtle it was, he still sensed that something was wrong.
The parts of his body that were scratched by the tentacles lost some of their substance, which was swallowed up by that fleeting spatial rift.
Looking at the scratches on the ground and the lab table behind him that had been cut in half, he immediately understood the other party's capabilities.
Staring at the experimental subject in front of him who could still maintain a human form, Modi searched through the information uploaded by the Blood God Child and quickly found out his origin.
This test subject was originally just a corpse, which he bought from the black market for use in experiments to activate the witch factor.
In order to minimize external influences, he only added a small amount of Blood God Essence, and his control over it was not strong. In the final activation experiment, the experimental subject went out of control and became what it is now.
His back was covered with black tentacles, each only as thick as an electric wire, with pincer-like structures at the ends, capable of both grasping and cutting objects.
Modi noticed that apart from signs of battle, there was no blood in the entire laboratory. The Blood God Child, who was in charge of the experiment, was probably expelled from this world by the experimental subjects and was wandering in the spatial rift.
The test subject's skin secreted a black liquid, the material of which was similar to its tentacles, resembling gasoline or melted asphalt.
His flesh was dissolving, revealing the pale bones beneath, while the black liquid formed parts of his body, much like... the witch spirit in the hibernation pod.
On the test subject's face, a bony mask had begun to appear, but the expression on his mask was one of sadness.
"Could it be that he is turning into an evil spirit?" Mordy dodged the cuts from the black tentacles, his mind racing with thoughts.
"This test subject originally only had the ability of phase transfer, which could only teleport within a very small area. But now it has become the ability to cut and manipulate space. His experience is somewhat similar to that evil spirit."
Modi flipped through the experimental log left by the Blood God Child and found that they had injected witch factors from evil spirits into the experimental body. In other words, he became like this because the witch factors were too active.
"An unprecedented discovery." He was thrilled, and his interest in the object grew even stronger.
Dozens more whip blades came, leaving fleeting tiny cracks along their path.
Black tentacles formed a net that almost completely blocked his way. To escape, he could only retreat; otherwise, he would be cut into countless pieces and banished from this world.
But Modi always has special skills.
Faced with an inescapable trap, he neither dodged nor avoided it, but instead brazenly self-destructed.
The entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist. A gust of wind blew by, and the blood mist passed through the net and rushed towards the out-of-control experimental subject.
The experimental subject's bone mask showed no change in expression. Instead, as if it had seen through Modi's intentions, dozens of tentacles twisted together and swung heavily down at the blood mist.
The whip blade sliced through the air, tearing a hideous wound into the surface of the world.
A strong wind arose, and air, along with turbulent currents, surged toward the crack that was wide enough for two people to pass through.
Some of the blood mist couldn't escape this calamity and was swept away by the turbulent currents, disappearing into the crevice. The rest resisted the suction and continued to rush towards the experimental subject.
Under this suction force, even the experimental subject itself had to dig its tentacles into the floor to resist the suction, lest it be sucked into the crack as well.
Before long, the world's wounds healed naturally, the turbulence disappeared, and the experimental subject was covered in blood mist.
He was trying to dispel the blood mist when he suddenly felt weak all over, his body went limp, and he collapsed onto the cold laboratory floor.
In the air, the blood mist condensed and transformed into a human shape.
Mordy looked down at the experimental subject lying on the ground.
The blood mist we just saw contained a large amount of witch factor inhibitory components, which is the latest achievement of the Stix Biological Laboratory.
There are few drugs available on the market that can suppress the witch factor. It's unclear whether this is a compromise made by the major companies to the Great Witch, or whether they simply haven't done much research in this area.
In any case, he has already mastered the weapon to deal with the witch.
This only applies to weak witches, such as the broom girl he encountered as soon as he arrived.
"Let me see how many faces are behind your mask."
Modi reached out and pinched the edge of the test subject's mask, then gently peeled it off.
The mask remained perfectly still, as if it had been fused to his face.
Modi frowned slightly and exerted a little force.
Hiss.
The mask was torn off by him.