Chapter 92: Saint Hilarius Hospital (24)
On the other side of the vast crimson lake... "The Executioner" fell.
The mechanical, fiery nightmare—an S-rank monster—landed directly in the heart of the blood lake!
Its immense weight and the heat of its blazing chains caused the blood to boil and evaporate instantly, creating a massive cloud of dense, toxic red vapor.
The Executioner rose from the boiling blood, let out a roar that defied the space itself, and swung its fiery chains, splitting the lake in half.
But... this lake was not empty.
And this domain was not ownerless.
In the laws of Elysium, S-rank monsters are not merely rampaging creatures—they are "territorial kings."
Each monster possesses territorial pride and does not allow another of the same rank to enter its domain without annihilation.
And the Executioner, by falling into the Blood Farms, had invaded another monster’s throne.
The entire lake began to rise!
It was not just waves.
The viscous, acidic blood gathered and solidified into a massive wall, then manifested into the ultimate nightmare:
"The Viscous Reaper."
The colossal gelatinous mass, towering over thirty meters high and composed of black veins and green and red acidic blood, rose before the Executioner.
The random cavities across the Reaper’s body opened, releasing a sonic wave that obliterated what remained of the suspended metal walkways!
"My God..." Kyle whispered, his eyes widening with indescribable horror as he witnessed the beginning of the clash.
"Two S-rank monsters... in the same place!"
The battle did not begin with exchanged blows—it began with an environmental catastrophe.
The Executioner, unfazed by the size of its opponent, charged forward and swung its massive fire chains.
SWOOOOOSH!
The blazing chains pierced through the Viscous Reaper’s body.
The infernal heat—5,000 degrees Celsius—vaporized thousands of tons of acidic blood in a single second!
A massive steam explosion shook the foundations of the hospital.
But the Viscous Reaper did not retreat.
A creature of fluid could not be harmed by cutting.
The green acidic fluid within its body surged outward to counter the chains’ heat.
Then dozens of thick blood-whips burst from the Reaper’s body, wrapping around the Executioner’s armored arms and neck!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Sulfuric acid began reacting with the Executioner’s steel armor, melting and devouring it, producing terrifying hissing sounds.
The Executioner roared in pain and fury, unleashing flames directly from its body to burn away the constricting whips.
The clash of absolute fire against viscous acid generated shockwaves that tore through the air.
The ceiling began to collapse.
The stone walls of the farm—reinforced by Saint Hilarius’s own enchantments—started to crack and fracture.
The sacred golden protection runes flickered violently, struggling not to shatter under the pressure of a battle between apex monsters.
The patients hanging from the ceiling fell by the hundreds like rain made of human flesh—crushed under the Executioner’s feet or dissolved within the Reaper’s body.
The entire area transformed into a cosmic blender of fire, acid, and blood.
"Kyle! We have to get out of here! The floor is going to collapse completely! They’re going to wipe this place off the map!" Eva shouted over the explosions, grabbing Kyle by his coat.
There was no room to stay and watch.
Simply existing near a battle between two S-rank monsters meant vaporization by heat or dissolution by acid spray.
They ran.
They ran over rotting corpses, climbing over collapsed concrete.
They searched for an exit. Any opening.
"There!" Kyle pointed.
Due to the catastrophic vibrations, part of the concrete wall had split open, revealing a passage leading into biological waste drainage channels that sloped downward.
They didn’t hesitate.
They threw themselves into the dark, rough drainage opening.
They slid through a narrow tunnel filled with the stench of mortuary chemicals and spoiled medicine.
The descent was violent, tearing their clothes and scraping their skin—but it was the only escape from the hell they had left behind.
The slide lasted seconds that felt like eternity, until the tunnel opened—
And they fell onto a hard, white, ceramic-tiled floor.
They crashed and rolled across the slick surface.
Both of them were gasping, bodies shattered, blood covering them from head to toe.
This was not the bottom of the hospital.
They had reached Floor B3.
"The Chimera Laboratories."
Kyle slowly stood up, helped Eva sit, and they looked around.
The moment they processed what they saw... they wished they had burned on the floor above.
The lab... was not a lab.
It was a graveyard of a massacre that only a mad demon could commit.
The white tiles were no longer white—they were coated in a thick layer of human pulp, crushed bones, and torn wiring.
Hundreds—no, thousands—of deformed chimera corpses had been compressed inward as if massive hydraulic presses had descended upon them from the sky.
At the center of the destruction... was a massive crater caused by the collapsed ceiling.
Around it lay scattered chunks of metal scrap—shattered laser surgical arms, spider-like limbs leaking black oil, and a charred blue core.
"What... what happened here?" Eva whispered in shock, staring at the total annihilation.
"Who could do this?!"
But their attention was immediately drawn by another sound.
A faint sound... heartbreaking... terrifying in contrast to this place.
Crying.
A sobbing, desperate, childlike cry.
They turned toward the source.
In a corner of the laboratory, beneath flickering red lights, "Sia Novileth" was kneeling.
Sia—the cold, sadistic doctor who took pleasure in flaying her enemies—
Was kneeling in a pool of blood, her left side looking as if it had melted and been grotesquely rebuilt.
She clutched her face in her hands, sobbing in shock, trembling violently.
In front of her... something was suspended by a hydraulic clamp hanging from the collapsed concrete ceiling.
It was a human body.
A completely mutilated body—limbs severed, chest and abdomen opened in a sadistic, surgical manner, the head crushed beyond recognition.
But Kyle and Eva didn’t need to see the face.
The torn clothes...
The shattered remains of round glasses lying in blood beneath the body...
And the holographic gloves still faintly flickering on the severed arms lying nearby...
"Aiden..."
Eva spoke the name as if it were a shard of glass tearing through her throat.
She collapsed to her knees beside Sia, her eyes wide with horror and disbelief.
"No... no... it can’t be... Aiden..."
Aiden—the cowardly young man who only wanted a retirement salary, who had blinded an army with his illusion to save them—
Was hanging like a piece of meat in a slaughterhouse.
Kyle stood frozen.
His heart, long accustomed to death, felt a cold stab.
He had seen death many times... but this brutality surpassed everything.
"Where... where are the others?" Kyle asked hoarsely, trying to steady himself.
"Sia... where is Damian?"
Sia slowly raised her head toward him.
Her blue eyes were bloodshot, empty, completely shattered.
"Damian..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
"He burned... he burned himself with lightning... so he wouldn’t melt in the acid... and he stayed in the lake... so I could escape..."