I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 971 - 634: Eat Him

Outside the city, the sounds of battle cries were incessant.

Neil bent down and picked up a piece of murky brown substance from a heap of ashes on the ground, tucking it into his chest.

This was the Mysterious Substance extracted after the death of the bandaged man, Slapan.

Surveying his surroundings, Neil’s gaze locked onto a slanted roof palace at the city’s high point. Four large load-bearing pillars extended above the roof, hanging gray-green banners with eye patterns.

There, lay the Faz Royal Palace.

The residence of the Montoya Royal Family.

After three years of battle, Neil finally led the army all the way from the coastal Bridgehead Fortress of Mantovani to the Capital City of the Faz Kingdom.

This place, Yarolum City.

Having slain the "King’s Guard Captain" Slapan, nothing could continue to obstruct Neil’s advance.

In one swift motion!

Neil sheathed his sword, flicked his cloak, and strode towards the Royal Palace.

Along the way, numerous Faz people hid indoors, with doors and windows tightly shut.

Upon seeing this imposing Knight brazenly pass by, faint gasps mixed with panicked screams and incomprehensible Faz dialect emerged from the houses by the street.

But Neil paid them no heed.

He walked straight up the broad steps, reaching the end, and paused, glancing back to see the city gates shattered. Countless Soldiers from Green Shade Harbor surged onto the walls, following the main force into the city.

"The first credit is naturally mine..."

Neil smiled broadly.

He turned around and dashed towards The Great Gate of the Royal Palace.

The Guardians here were all Knights, but faced with Neil, they couldn’t even draw their swords, standing in a daze and being easily pierced through the heart or decapitated by Neil.

Neil proceeded unhindered to the Conference Hall.

Dozens of heavily armored Knights wielding long spears gathered around him, but he calmly watched and merely raised his hand, making several gestures, which rendered these enemies motionless.

Then, he whipped up a sword flower with one hand, while the other hand spread five fingers wide, summoned a colossal extraordinary Flame that descended upon these Knights.

"Ah!"

"Ahhh!!"

In the midst of agonizing screams, the tall and brawny Knights suffered from the scorching Flame, being roasted alive within their "iron shell."

There came several muffled bangs.

The heavily armored Knights turned red all over, one by one collapsing to the ground, emitting high temperatures that distorted the air.

The Ironbrand Armor even ignited the expensive carpet, the fire spread along flammable objects, and soon, the Conference Hall was engulfed in a blaze, a sea of red.

Neil ignored the Flame and strode forward, directly to the throne.

He raised his head, staring intently at the old man above.

"Your Majesty Montoya IV, I regret to inform you, the Faz Kingdom is finished. From now on, this land belongs to Morris, to glory... and your head will become my honor and achievement."

"’Ironbrand Sword’ Nils, I know you..."

The old man originally slumbered against the throne, now opened his eyes, his murky gaze overlooking Neil, yet his expression was unusually calm.

"The kingdom conflict between Faz and Morris is just a corner of the great trend, it represents nothing and shakes nothing... The Mela Empire can stand tall on the Britania Continent filled with Holy Fire, relying on our master’s protection. My death, and even the demise of Faz, not only cannot bring you fertile land and population but will instead bring you endless disaster and disease."

The old King showed a mocking smile.

"If not for the ’Painful Faction’ retreating in advance, you wouldn’t even reach here, but would die midway, your body decaying in agony, wailing and repentance..."

"I’m honored to hear Your Majesty’s last words."

Neil smiled indifferently.

He unsheathed the English Lion Sword from his back, heading towards the throne.

"Now, you must die."

"Oh? Is that so?!"

Montoya IV did not panic, on the contrary, his mocking tone was even more pronounced.

Within the burning grand hall of the palace, apart from the crackling of the flames, only the laughter of the old King echoed.

"Then you shall die with this old man... I was even hoping to take a batch of Green Shade Harbor elite troops with me before I die, but didn’t expect only you, such a pity."

"Hmm?!"

Neil’s expression changed suddenly.

He was startled to find a chill on his face.

Wiping his hand across, it appeared he was bleeding from his seven orifices.

Blood dripped onto the ground.

Neil’s gaze was drawn to his arm, discovering his skin turned a sickly gray, surface wrinkling and cracking, covered with pustules and red spots, veins darkening underneath.

He wanted to speak but felt a burning pain in his throat.

Suddenly coughed.

A pool of black pus was sprayed from his mouth.

Neil felt as if all strength in his body was being drained by an invisible hand, and suddenly knelt to the ground.

With a clatter.

The English Lion Sword fell.

The pain throughout his body was intense, yet Neil could only open his mouth wide, face twisted in silent agony.

Struggling to lift his head, he looked towards the old man on the throne, then was shocked to find the old man bearing the same contorted expression of suffering, his belly swelling like a pregnant woman’s.

With a squelching sound!

The old King’s clothes and belly split open, revealing an oval-shaped egg covered in veins and a wrinkled keratin layer!

At this moment, Neil finally understood.

Inside Montoya IV’s body was hidden the means of a high-ranking member of the "Painful Faction," continuously spreading Myths-level disease...

Perhaps from the moment he stepped into the palace, he had entered a "sealed vessel" brimming with terrifying diseases!

"Lord Snake, I beg you to take action..."

Neil sat painfully on the ground, his body festering and stinking, praying in panic from within his heart.

However, Lord Snake’s consistently calm voice replied:

"Go, eat him."

"Eat... Eat him?!"

Neil’s consciousness gradually blurred, panic-stricken and bewildered, he asked. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Eat that egg... It is essentially the incarnation of a high entity on the Path of Plague. Eating it would benefit me."

"An incarnation of a... high entity?!"

Neil was shocked by the words of the esteemed Snake.

Luckily, he knew that he had no time to waste. So, he abandoned further contemplation, gritting his teeth, nearly crawling, struggling to reach the throne beside Montoya IV.

The old man glared with wide eyes, his mouth agape, but his gaze was hollow.

He was already dead.

Yet the life force of that egg grew stronger, as if it wouldn’t be long before some terrifying existence would be born.

Neil bled from all seven orifices, his face twisted, as he climbed onto the throne.

With stubborn willpower, he opened his mouth wide and bit down fiercely—

Poof!!

But the eggshell shattered first, and a thin, withered black arm suddenly reached out, sharp five fingers clenching Neil’s neck.

Neil’s breath hitched.

His bloodshot eyes bulged, staring in terror at that arm.

"The Holy Fire cannot redeem the plague... You lowly insect, daring to break the rules... Starting with you, all intruders will suffer the torment of disease!"

From within the black egg, a hoarse, low, indifferent voice emerged.

However, just as Neil thought he was about to be strangled in the next second.

He suddenly felt his vision turn into a dazzling white.

From an outsider’s perspective, Neil’s eyes were covered with a layer of azure crystallization!

He then was astonished to find himself speaking uncontrollably, yet the voice was not his own, but that... of the Snake’s deep and magnetic voice:

"The Holy Fire cannot redeem the plague, but I can..."

"You?!"

From within the black egg came a surprised gasp.

Neil clearly heard the high entity’s voice suddenly heightening, as if frightened by something, instinctively uttering this strange query.

"Who are you?!"

"Who I am is not important. What’s important is that you are quite delicious."

Neil continued to speak softly with the Snake’s voice, chuckling.

The withered black arm gripping his neck trembled almost imperceptibly, abruptly releasing its hold, swiftly retracting into the eggshell.

Yet Neil was faster, grabbing that wrist with a sharp slap.

"Eat it."

Chen Lun spoke once more in Neil’s mind.

The next second, Neil found his body regained its autonomy. His thoughts raced, but he obediently followed the Snake’s will, a determined look on his face, and bit down with his mouth.

Crunch!!

A miserable scream emanated from the black egg.

Neil’s teeth were covered with crystallization, biting off a piece of the black arm!

He chewed and swallowed the bloody chunk hastily.

In some unseen place inside him, the crystallization instantly eroded and devoured the meat.

Then, Neil heard the Snake let out a satisfied sigh.

After the sigh came an urging:

"Continue."

Neil, like a loyal servant, followed the command, ravenously devouring the withered black arm!

The sound of flesh tearing, bones cracking, and the screams of that unfamiliar high entity intertwined in a chilling cacophony!

"Heavenly Demon! You hide a Heavenly Demon within you?! Damn it! Damn it!! Such authority and power, how could it be possible... ah!!"

The black egg emitted a cry of extreme shock.

Quickly, Neil had consumed the entire arm, even breaking the black egg, but inside remained only a pool of black ichor.

This incarnation had been devoured alive by him!

Neil felt both shocked and bewildered by this.

Shocked that the Snake could instill such fear in this high entity of the "Pain Sect."

Bewildered that the entity hadn’t resisted at all from start to finish.

It was as if it had been manipulated by his own [Commander’s] ability, waiting obediently to be eaten.

Neil speculated that this must be a terrifying method of the Snake!

After Chen Lun digested the power of this incarnation, he secretly criticized, so damn weak, not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth...

If he still had a form, he might have been leaning back on the couch, toothpick in mouth, full of disdain and contempt.

Using the "Return to the Nest" harvesting power, he devoured the opponent’s strength, but it was barely enough to limber him up... Of course, to avoid being discovered by the horrifying entities of the Outer Continent, he didn’t wish to fully expose himself.

Earlier, he had merely suppressed the opponent using authority and crystalline cells, leaving it to local "Neil" to do the actual biting.

’Hmm... actually, the biggest gain is the pathway knowledge in this guy’s mind.’

Chen Lun thought.

He had taken the opportunity to use "Mental Steal" to plunder the opponent’s knowledge.

All the knowledge from Sequence Nine to Sequence Three of the Path of Plague!

Apart from already mastered [Patient], [Decayer], [Plague Doctor], [Vaccinator], and [Disaster Disease Master].

Chen Lun paid special attention to the high-level knowledge.

Saint Rank Sequence Four [Pain of the Hatchery], possessing sun-path-like multiple incarnation abilities, allowing mythical diseases to "incubate" parasitically in a "host’s" body, drawing essence from the host and surrounding living beings’ flesh, soul, and spirituality to gestate a complete incarnation.

Besides, this sequence can summon large-scale parasitic plague entities, like rats, mosquitoes, moths, and various large and small creatures, transforming them temporarily into extraordinary species.

Demi-God Rank Sequence Three [Reversal of Life], mythical disease ability was further enhanced, simultaneously mastering a terrifying "Power of Antilife."

Capable of using "Microscopic Disease Transformation" to decompose substances, turning them into disease factors for use.

The most powerful aspect is, [Reversal of Life]’s survival ability is incredibly strong, able to remotely extract life force from scattered plagues to sustain itself.

’I remember that the Nature Path’s Sequence Three is [Creator], while this one is called [Reversal of Life]... it seems there’s indeed some connection between these two paths?’

Chen Lun mused.

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