Chapter 769 - 790 The Wrong Method
A slaughterhouse for the living—this was the term that simultaneously manifested in everyone’s minds. The shockingly gruesome scene almost rendered them incapable of thought, but Lancelot still noticed some strange details.
"Wait, something isn’t right," his voice brought everyone’s chaotic thoughts back to reality, "Look at the joints of those corpses..."
The group had only glanced at them before swiftly averting their gaze, barely observing those details. Reminded by his words, everyone immediately noticed the peculiarity; there were serrated, stitch-like fine lines at the joints of the corpses, and the way the chest, arms, and heads were joined together felt oddly uncoordinated, as if...
"These corpses have been assembled from limbs of different people!" the Elf Priest quickly concluded, with a tone filled with intense repugnance, "What a desecration! Why would anyone want to use..."
Just then, Lancelot caught a whisper of a faint, malevolent incantation. He swiftly turned his head and found the source was a stretch of wall not illuminated by torchlight. Upon closer examination, one could see several small cracks in the wall, which would allow someone hidden in a secret chamber behind it to spy into the room.
Lancelot charged over, and a dazzling cyan light ignited in his palm. He struck down mightily on those cracks, and the Sword Qi burst forth from within him, surging into the cracks, while from behind the wall, agonized screams immediately followed.
However, this didn’t deal with all the enemies in the secret chamber, as the chanting continued, becoming even more hurried. Although the rest of his companions did not hear the incantation, they still immediately understood what was happening. They quickly ran over, searching for any mechanism-like devices nearby, but unfortunately, they found none in that moment. Meanwhile, the corpses that were previously lying on the stone slabs had begun to shakily rise to their feet, appearing as if they’d just awakened from a deep slumber.
Or rather, as if they had discovered themselves in the midst of a nightmare.