Chapter 98 Playing Tricks <TOC> Chapter 100 The Battle Style of an Ascendant Diver
Translator: SumTLMan
Li Mu stood beside the burning Ten Pines Farm, where he found a pack of cheap cigarettes from a cultist and put one in his mouth.
“You’re the greediest diver I’ve ever met, Turlichen Nu’er. It won’t be long before you advance to the fourth energy level.”
An elegant middle-aged Ansei man with a small mustache, wearing casual business attire, appeared behind Li Mu.
“You should call me Li Mu, Barberos.”
Li Mu took a deep drag and flicked the cigarette butt into the raging fire.
This was his first meeting with Tippolava Momo in the real world. Tippolava Momo made no effort to conceal his non-human source essence. Although he wore a human body, no one would mistake him for a human.
He was strikingly human-like but lacked certain key elements that all humans possess.
“You’re very cautious, Li Mu.”
Tippolava Momo approached Li Mu and took an exquisite metal cigarette case from his pocket, offering Li Mu a cigarette and putting one in his mouth as well.
He skillfully lit the cigarette with a gold-cased lighter and then lit Li Mu’s.
“I only smoke these now; others make me cough.”
Tippolava Momo exhaled smoke, “Humans really know how to enjoy themselves, Li Mu. Even now, when the world has become a scorched wasteland and the flame of civilization is barely a flicker, the indulgences of the upper class haven’t diminished; if anything, they’ve become even more extravagant.”
He spread his arms as if to embrace the entire world and shouted, “I love humans!”
“I also love humans, Tippolava Momo.”
Li Mu took a drag of the cigarette. The one Tippolava Momo brought was much better than the one he found on the cultist, smooth and rich in flavor, even better than the ones he smoked in his previous life.
Tippolava Momo wrapped his arm around Li Mu’s shoulder and whispered in his ear:
“So, what about the Soul Cult? We can only continue to enjoy all of this once we’ve dealt with that monster.”
His voice was deep and sticky, like a wet, clinging slug wriggling in Li Mu’s ear.
“Don’t worry, they’ll be here soon,” Li Mu said after exhaling a puff of smoke.
“That’s good to hear, as I’ve always had high expectations for you; I hope you won’t disappoint me.”
Before long, a hovercraft appeared on the horizon, and a high-ranking cultist with a blood-red greatsword jumped down from it, aggressively questioning Li Mu and his companion.
“Who are you? What happened to the burning farm? Did you do this?”
Although his tone was arrogant, he didn’t charge forward immediately and instead cautiously maintained his distance.
Cedric, who was stationed at the Ten Pines Farm, may not have mastered a second psychic energy bias like him, but he was not weak.
Considering the current state of Ten Pines Farm, he must have been killed.
If these two had killed Cedric, their strength should not be underestimated.
“You’re unlucky to have provoked our Soul Sect at this time.”
His greatsword was stained with blood, but before he could strike, he felt an intense urge to vomit. It was as if something was reaching out from his stomach.
“Clang!”
His curved blade fell to the ground, and the high-ranking cultist gripped his throat in agony, dry heaving violently as if he wanted to vomit his internal organs.
“There’s a hand in my throat! Quick, help me pull it out!”
He writhed in pain on the ground, brutally shoving his own hand down his throat, trying to scoop something out.
Before long, blood spurted from the gap between his throat and hand.
His arm had ruptured his esophagus and severed his artery.
The twitching corpse on the ground soon ceased to breathe.
Witnessing such a terrifying death, the remaining two high-ranking cultists and other armed members of the Soul Sect were shocked and bewildered.
“Who… who are you?”
Tippolava Momo spread his arms wide.
“I am the embodiment of fear!”
As a third-level deep diver, he was a natural-born psychic awakener, manipulating souls as easily as breathing.
For Tippolava Momo, it wasn’t easy to control awakened individuals without a trace, but killing them didn’t even require a snap of his fingers.
As soon as his words fell, the Soul Sect followers began to mutilate themselves in madness. Some slit open their own stomachs, while others shot themselves in the head.
Even the fourth-level titled cultists had no power to resist.
“Lord Pilate will avenge us!”
A titled cultist hysterically shouted before slicing open half of his own head.
He knew full well that he was being controlled by a psychic awakened, but he couldn’t break free and could only scream in despair.
“Pilate? He was indeed among those who pursued me back then. I’ll make sure he tastes the same pain as you.”
Tippolava Momo snuffed out his cigarette, stepped forward, grabbed a corpse, and pressed his mouth against the head, greedily sucking and devouring the source essence that emerged from the soul within the body.
As he absorbed the source essence, his body convulsed involuntarily, his eyes rolled back, exposing bloodshot whites.
After a long while, he came to his senses, gasping for air, consuming the remaining source essence from another corpse.
Having devoured the source essence of the three titled cultists, Tippolava Momo let out a satisfied sigh, wiped his mouth, as if he had just enjoyed a great feast.
The souls of ordinary people and fifth-level awakened individuals were like sand to him, tasteless and dull. Only the fourth-level awakened ones had some flavor.
“Aren’t you hungry, Li Mu?”
He curiously looked at Li Mu.
“The food at the farm has already filled me up,” Li Mu replied.
“Alright, when will Pilate arrive? I’m eager to taste his soul.”
Having consumed the soul source essence of three fourth-level awakened, Tippolava Momo felt somewhat languid. He took out a cigarette case, preparing for an after-meal smoke.
Li Mu stepped forward, turned over the corpse of a titled cultist who had punctured his own artery with his foot, and found a glass test tube in his pocket. Inside the tube, a plump maggot wriggled.
He poured the maggot out of the test tube and crushed it.
“This is a blood leech. As soon as the larva is killed, the mother leech will sense it, and Pilate will arrive before long.”
Li Mu opened his hand, looking at the pus on his palm, and said. Tippolava Momo’s killing methods were too fast, leaving these titled cultists with no time to crush the larvae.
Chapter 98 Playing Tricks <TOC> Chapter 100 The Battle Style of an Ascendant Diver