Chapter 75: Transformation
Hitzfeld only told Xia Yibing about his next plan.
When she left the prison, she pinched her brows and frowned, feeling uncomfortable as if she had overlooked something.
This feeling has appeared in some cases in the past. Sometimes they are of great importance, but more often they are just trivial matters.
After thinking for a long time without any clue, she let it go for the time being and planned to wait for that flash of inspiration to come out again.
"Heath... Heath..."
There was a sharp cry from the door.
Ah, it's the supreme fool...
Seeing the big guy standing outside and jumping around, Hitzfeld walked up quickly and began to communicate with it through gestures.
The creepers were very satisfied with her initiative to learn the worm language. No one doubted her motives, and they spared no effort to meet any of her requests in this regard.
Thanks to their cooperation, Hitzfeld was able to collect hundreds of daily words in just three days, and her ability to communicate in the local area should now be almost at the level of a child.
He's the kind of little kid who can't speak clearly and has to pronounce some words intermittently.
"Heath... the ceremony... will be done soon... how long do you want...?"
He talked a lot, but Hitzfeld could barely understand the words.
It's really a mouthful...
It's so sharp, like fingernails scratching a blackboard. It's unpleasant just to listen to. If you want to imitate it, you have to pinch your throat.
But after all, she was forced by the situation and had no other choice. She could only try her best to imitate the other party's accent and stammered a few words to tell him: "It's not time yet. This is what the great existence means."
"The Great Existence" is what the creepers call "Abu-Gesar". They dare not and have no ability to recite this name. If they force themselves to do so, their lives may be in danger.
After hearing this, the big guy kept scratching his head, scratching his head and his butt, and it was obvious that he was very anxious.
It seems that they really like me and can't wait to make me their companion.
Hitzfeld could only make fun of himself in a miserable way.
"Heath...Heath..." The big fool spoke again.
It stretched out its thick and long knuckles, and lightly touched the girl's chest with its sharp claws, repeating: "Heath... Heath..."
Then the claw pointed at himself again and chanted again: "I...Pun..."
"Pun?" Hitzfeld was stunned and almost didn't react.
What do you mean?
Heath was the name they gave to this place after I emphasized it.
So 'Pun'... is that its name?
She tried to say "Pun" several times, and the big guy was so happy that he started dancing on the spot.
Very good, at least I don't have to call you a big fool anymore...
Hitzfeld held his forehead and sighed softly.
This is a great discovery.
Finally being able to communicate with Hitzfeld, Pun could hardly suppress his excitement and motioned for her to follow him, as if he was going to take her somewhere.
Having had the experience of obtaining the iron-covered book last time, Hitzfeld naturally would not refuse.
And she couldn't refuse... She didn't want to go with them at first, but they dragged her over...
But as the road under his feet became steeper and the passage became narrower and deeper, Hitzfeld's face gradually became less ugly.
She had already guessed where Pun was going to take her.
Pun walked very fast.
The body structure of a creeper is similar to that of a human, but its arms and legs are longer. If one must describe it, it resembles a combination of a troll and a night elf, and its lower limbs end in beast-like antipodes.
Every step it took was equivalent to three steps taken by Hitzfeld. Sometimes she had to jog to keep up, and she was out of breath after a while.
It was okay not to follow, but then the other person would pull her hand, and she didn't want to come into contact with these things.
This is another underground prison.
She didn't know how many steps she went down, but in the flickering firelight, she saw two people hanging with their hands and feet tied up.
Real people, humans, her true biological cousins.
If nothing unexpected happens, these should be the two people who were captured alive today.
Both men were unfamiliar, and Hitzfeld couldn't recognize who they were specifically from their faces covered in mud and blood. He just felt guilty that he seemed to have seen them before.
Their armor was broken, and the cloth clothes underneath were tattered, revealing their exposed hands, feet, chests, waists and abdomens covered with scars, and a small pool of blood had accumulated at the soles of their drooping feet.
"They...enemies...monsters..."
Pun pointed at the two of them, patted his chest, and then pointed at Hitzfeld: "Heath... is different... a great existence... recognizes... a companion..."
Then, without waiting for Hitzfeld to say anything, it ordered the other guards to come forward, took out a sharp knife from the brazier, and skinned one of them amid his miserable howls and curses.
Hitzfeld trembled all over as he watched.
She wanted to save people, and at least say something, but she knew very well that she must not act rashly at this time, otherwise all the planning and forbearance during this period would be in vain.
Now she was just glad that she was standing in the dark.
The two men only saw Pun bringing in a shadow, but they couldn't see her face clearly and had no idea who she was.
Otherwise, what would they think?
The people that I tried so hard to save actually stood with these alien monsters and watched themselves being skinned, tortured, and disemboweled?
She stood there not daring to move.
All they could do was watch as the victims' chests were cut open, their internal organs were taken out and thrown into the brazier, and as the monsters came forward to eat them.
Yes.
She clenched her fists.
No matter how much praise there is, no matter how rational and objective one is, the fact that these beasts are not human beings cannot be changed.
But we can't have any hope just because they look stupid.
It was such a bloody process that another prisoner was so stimulated that he screamed loudly.
Not everyone has the courage to face death. He screamed, trembled, and cried... but it only attracted the monsters' sharp ridicule.
It was only when Pun untied his rope and continued walking forward carrying it that Hitzfeld realized something was wrong.
There's something ahead.
There is something flowing in those shadows and darkness.
It looks like a pool of water...
A dark pool...
thump!
With a flick of his hand, Pun threw the last survivor into the pool, and a ball of dark purple liquid splashed everywhere.
No longer caring about hiding himself, Hitzfeld quickly walked to Pun's side, stood at the edge of the pool and stared inside. He saw the man constantly tumbling and struggling in the pool, screaming miserably.
His skin was melting.
After just a few rises and falls, the thing that was revealed was no longer human skin, and there were bursts of foul-smelling white smoke all over the body.
But that's not what Hitzfeld was focusing on.
She stared at the man's facial features and the exposed muscles, and found that another layer of dark gray substance was gradually attached to them.
Like a membrane.
Although it is very thin, it looks like a new layer of skin.
The body wrapped in this skin no longer seems to be the same as before.
"Ritual... low-level..."
Pun was chirping beside her, pointing at the people inside and showing her how to do it.
"Heath... advanced... the transformation will be different... it won't be painful..."
Hitzfeld pursed his lips tightly, still staring at the person in the pool.
The man finally saw her.
He rose and fell in the pool, trying to look up at her, but was too weak and in so much pain to utter a word.
Suddenly, Hitzfeld turned and walked to the brazier, found a steel spike long enough, grabbed the wrapped cloth and picked it up.
Then she walked back quickly and thrust the steel spike into the man's head before Pun could react.
"Heath...?"
Pun's dark eyes suddenly widened, shocked by her brutal killing move.
"heresy."
Hitzfeld pulled out the steel spike and watched the man slowly sink to the bottom of the pool.
"Heretics cannot."
"It shouldn't be."
"Profanity."
Pun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly started clapping his hands again, jumping up and down while clapping.
Inspired by it, all the guards began to dance, cheering and chanting her name loudly.
"Hiss—!"
"Hiss—!"
"Hiss—!"
"Hiss—!"
In the heated atmosphere, Hitzfeld just looked quietly at the corpse in the pool.
…My back was already soaked with sweat.
Chapter 76: Awakening Alliance
The next day, Hitzfeld, who had not slept all night, was still scared when he recalled his experience yesterday, and even retched violently when he was alone.
This was the first time she had ever killed someone, especially her own companion.
But we have to do it.
Even if a similar situation is put in front of her a hundred times, she will still do the same thing a hundred times, because she cannot risk being discovered by accepting the other party.
Yes... to be hypocritical, for a person of faith, being transformed into such a monster must be extremely painful, and she is helping him to be relieved by doing this.
But she knew the more realistic reason was...she was afraid that this transformation would expose herself.
Will the man still stick to his previous beliefs after being transformed into a worm species?
He has seen himself and knows who he is. If this transformation is completed and he learns Worm language and starts communicating with Pun and others, will they be at risk of being betrayed?
And is it possible that there is something similar to the will of the queen ant in the creeper colony? It can spy on the thoughts of these aliens?
Hitzfeld took no chances.
She didn't dare to assume that after the transformation, the other party would ignore the experience of being betrayed by her (in the other party's eyes) and help keep it secret. She didn't dare to assume that such a will didn't exist. She wasn't even sure whether that thing was a pure will!
It was as if she had no idea whether the evil god existed or not, and she had to face it with the most cautious and careful attitude.
So she had to kill him before the transformation was complete.
“It feels really bad…”
Hitzfeld only felt a little better when he retched so much that his arms could hardly hold up and his eyes began to tear up from the soreness.
She suddenly remembered that Madam and Xia had been doing this business since they were very young.
