Chapter 707: Green cloud of death
The wound had torn clean through Karot’s chest, severing his spine—a blow that would have destroyed even a puppet. And yet... the corpse did not fall.
Instead, Karot’s head snapped upward with a jarring, unnatural sharpness. His vacant eyes glowed brighter with a surge of demonic soul force. His hands, still moving, clamped tightly onto Asuru’s arm—and began to squeeze with deadly strength.
A cold wave of horror crashed over Asuru, the ice-draconic Vorometallicae. A sense of absolute dread seized his heart as he felt something deeply unnatural unfolding before him. That feeling was swiftly validated as the runic formation etched into Karot’s corpse began to glow ominously. Waves of corrupted demonic energy surged through the markings like black lightning.
Before Asuru could react, Karot’s corpse began to mutate.
Pustules erupted across his flesh, and grotesque wounds spread like a plague. A vile infection pulsed outward from his decaying form. Asuru watched in disbelief as the disease crawled along his arm—the very one that had pierced Karot’s chest—infecting his limb with sickly green veins.
Panic overtook him.
In a desperate attempt to free himself, Asuru slammed his free hand into Karot’s head, blowing it apart in a violent burst. The grip loosened. Relief briefly flickered across his face.
But that relief was short-lived.
The runes on Karot’s body flared even brighter, glowing with furious intensity.
Though it takes time to describe, everything happened in less than a second.
And before anyone could react—Karot’s mutated, pestilence-infested body exploded.