Nightmare Light

Chapter 301 Facing the Red Feast Master

"Also, it's Master Hongxiang."

After the middle-aged cult member said this, almost everyone present showed expressions of shock, confusion, or disbelief.

Lin Wang narrowed his eyes.

Dog asked the cultist, "Is he also Red Master? What do you mean by that?"

“A week before he completely went mad, Master Hongxiang predicted what would happen after he went mad,” the middle-aged cult member said. “He prepared us in advance—including protection against contamination.”

The cultist took a deep breath: "In the week before the madness, Lord Red Feast had already become abnormal. He became very irritable and easily angered, and many terrible lesions appeared on his body. He spent most of his day locked in the experimental field."

"Then, one day, He suddenly walked out of the experimental field..."

The cultist remained silent for several seconds before starting to turn the metal door of the experimental field, beginning to unlock it.

"Even now, I can't forget the Red Feast Master that day—He looked at me with eyes that were almost pure black, filled with utter madness and malice, but those eyes also carried sadness and helplessness..."

He twisted a mechanism hard, and the door, covered by blood vessels and proliferating tissue, emitted a rumbling sound of metal screws.

He said, 'Run! I can't hold on any longer!'"

The door burst open, and the cultist pointed inside, saying, "Master Hongxiang is inside... If you really are here to solve a problem..."

As he spoke, he made a "please" gesture, while simultaneously hanging his staff behind his back, pulling out a gun, and beginning to load ammunition.

The interior was silent and dark, making it difficult to see clearly with the naked eye. Even Lin Wang's eyesight could only discern a large space, about the size of a heavy machinery loading and unloading yard. In the dim light, one could vaguely see that the experimental field was filled with indescribable worm-like matter, and in the very center of that matter was a figure three or four meters tall, whose appearance was indistinct.

Lin Wang and his companions exchanged glances and walked towards the gate.

He watched the cultists load their ammunition and asked, "Are you coming in with us too?"

The cultist nodded, grinning, "Of course, this is a disaster we caused... Heh, I know that in your eyes, cultists are all dark, insane, and deeply sinful villains..."

"But we will not shirk our responsibilities."

Lin Wang looked at the middle-aged cult member, remained silent for a few seconds, and then nodded to him: "Then come along—but I won't deliberately distract myself to protect you."

"Of course... and thank you."

After saying that, they walked together into the darkness.

……

In Lin Wang's perception, the moment he stepped into the experimental field, the "rules" around him seemed to have changed. The endless smell of blood affected his breathing and also invaded his consciousness.

Cruel and tyrannical thoughts, carried by the stench of blood, kept assaulting his mind.

"Everyone, be careful, this experimental site has been contaminated." Cang curled his tentacles, and a ball of blue light covered everyone, making them feel refreshed.

"Thank you..." Dog Brother thanked Wenqujun, then suddenly his expression changed. He looked down at his feet and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! We've stepped on..."

“Yes, there’s no need to shout.” Lin Wang interrupted him. “Calm down.”

Beneath their feet lay a scarlet "carpet of flesh and blood." With each step they took, the spot they stepped on would wriggle slightly—even taller figures like Lin Wang and Qian Lan would have some proliferating tissue oozing out when they stepped on the blood carpet.

"Ugh...it's disgusting. I suddenly don't want to eat anything." Tian Taozi's face turned pale, and she looked miserable. "Keep your voice down! Master Hongxiang has already spotted us!" The middle-aged cultist suddenly spoke up, interrupting their conversation—they were already very close to the figure in the middle of the experimental field.

Everyone's attention was fixed on the figure in the middle of the experimental field.

Lin Wang squinted, carefully examining the figure.

They were now close enough that, even in the dim light, they could still see His form—

He looked like an ordinary human being, except that he was much taller, over three meters tall.

He wore a black and red raincoat, and underneath it was a white, blood-stained robe. His face was covered with a faded, dark red veil, through which one could vaguely see a needle-like mouthpart where the mouth should have been.

Hong Xiangye held a pure black pottery jar in his left hand, its edge broken, with blood seeping from the cracks. On his shoulder, a huge bat, at least three feet long, was crouching.

If that's all there is to it, it's nothing special—these are all common characteristics of immortals.

However, in addition to the physical characteristics mentioned above, there are many other very unusual details about Hong Xiangye.

On His body, whether on His raincoat or robe, or even on His head, face, and hands, countless crimson blood threads could be seen writhing and flowing.

As the crimson blood lines writhed, they would occasionally tremble. Each time they trembled, they would burst open, transforming into a mass of flesh that covered the Red Feast Lord's body or fell to the ground around him.

That's the source of all this flesh and blood growth in this room, or rather, in the entire Blood Cult base.

"Ah! Look at the flesh and blood on His body!" Dog Brother shouted.

"That's His corruption! Be careful! Don't stare at that flesh and blood for too long!" the cultist shouted, raising his gun. "If you're trying to figure something out, you'd better hurry! He could attack at any moment!"

puff!
Outside his veil, a line of blood burst open, revealing a mass of flesh and blood. From this flesh and blood, three eyeballs squeezed out and stared intently at the crowd.

Hong Xiangye's body twitched, and a terrifying, trembling voice came from his mouth: "You..."

As he spoke, Hong Xiangye took a step toward the crowd, his heavy body stepping onto the blood carpet, splashing up a large patch of dark red, foul-smelling blood.

After He took a step out, dozens of tubes were revealed behind Him—only then did people realize that those tubes actually extended directly from the ground and pierced into His back!

What are those catheters for?

A thought flashed through Lin Wang's mind. He wanted to ask, but Hong Xiangye's attack had already arrived.

He raised the earthenware jar high in his hand, squeezed it hard, and blood spilled out of the jar. At the same time, the entire experimental site shook violently.

"Why...why didn't you run away!"

"I can't hold on any longer! Why don't I escape!"

He shouted, and suddenly his tone changed, from a hoarse and distorted voice to a furious roar.

"Since you're not going to run away, come with me and accept the purification!"

He squeezed the pottery jar again.

In the experimental field, all the flesh and blood proliferated at that moment, writhing and squeezing towards them!

(End of this chapter)