Final Lord

Chapter 103: Crows Dismembering the Body
The young Crow Man walked up to Heska and said guiltily, “Lincoln asked us to break the wings of all the harpies to prevent them from escaping.

We didn't want to, but we had to obey orders.

So after we finished checking Lincoln, we quickly bandaged all the harpies.

We know Lincoln's temper. He is a very cruel and careless man. He will not come back to check a second time.

We originally planned to release you once Lincoln found Kate and no longer cared about you."

The water drops hanging from the cave ceiling suddenly dripped mucus, and the young Crow Man subconsciously used his wings to block Helan's festering forehead to prevent Helan's head from being dripped by the water.

This action made Heska notice that the fatal parts of all the Harpy wounded were covered with bandages and crow down feathers, while the insignificant wounds were exposed to the air.

They all looked miserable, but were out of mortal danger.

"By the way, now that Lincoln is dead, we can return your cubs to you."

The young Crow Man said, "Follow me."

On the other side, Ruth had already explained the situation to the other Crow People.

Those Crow People all knelt before Wang Bufu and expressed their submission to him.

Wang Bufu noticed the situation on Heska's side, so he suspended the crow people's allegiance ceremony and led everyone to follow the young crow man.

The young Crow Man led everyone to a secret room on the cliff.

In the center of the secret room stands a three-meter-high down feather nest pillar, with dozens of bird eggs neatly placed in the nest woven with crow feathers.

"Lincoln told us to destroy all the brooding nests with acid." The young arak man stroked the charred repair marks on the nest pillars, "but we secretly left one and collected all the scattered eggs.

We originally thought that after we left, you Harpies could use these eggs to restore the number of your tribe."

"Your suffering is all caused by us." Guilt was written all over the young Crow Man's face. "If it weren't for us, you wouldn't have suffered such bad things.

Our sins are irreparable, but at the very least, we cannot allow you to perish in our hands.

We, the Crowmen, were once nearly exterminated. We know the pain of death. Yet, we are forced to inflict the same pain upon you.

I'm sorry, Patriarch. If I had any other choice, I would not have helped Lincoln. But fate is cruel.

It's cruel to you, and it's cruel to us too."

Heska's broken wings suddenly fell down weakly, and she staggered and fell to sit beside the nest pillar. She looked at the young crow man who lowered his head and the chief Ruth who was being beaten and scolded all the way, not knowing how to react.

“Alas.” Wang Bufu sighed and said, “Soldiers are daggers, and the commander of the soldiers is the one who holds the dagger.

The crows were certainly responsible for the destruction of Ghost Leap, but there was no doubt that Lincoln was the real culprit.

Winky, take Lincoln's body to the center of the valley."

"Meow!"

Soon, a group of cat sand beasts dragged Lincoln's body wrapped in white cloth to the center of the valley.

Lincoln's corpse collapsed to the ground, its massive, demonized form having shrunk considerably. Its four-parted beak stretched limply open, dark green mucus oozing from its severed throat, solidifying into black crystals on the ground.

His three-meter-long, sickle-shaped right claw twisted like a melted candle, its edge covered in cracks from Wei Yi's sword. Most striking was his chest: Wei Yi's sword mark slashed diagonally from his collarbone to his ribs, exposing his rotting internal organs. Where his heart should have been, curled up a half-formed, rotten crow's head.

Wang Bufu pointed at Lincoln's body and said to the crow and the harpy, "He has become half-demon. In this state, he cannot be accepted by the chaos, nor will he be favored by the gods. He is a complete ghost.

His death was too easy, totally disproportionate to his sins.

I promised him that he would suffer after his death. I meant it."

"All crows, come here! I want you to peck off Lincoln's flesh piece by piece in front of the harpy, leaving him with no complete body!"

The king was dissatisfied and took out a muzzle made of white cloth and gave it to each crow, saying to them:

"Although Lincoln hasn't completely transformed into a demon, his flesh and blood are no different from those of a monster. When you peck at him, be sure not to eat his flesh and blood."

"Gah!"

The moonlight painted Lincoln's decayed body a pale white. Flocks of crows fluttered in the air, their sharp beaks covered in white.

Root was the first to rush down.

"The first bite is for the death of Chief Hege!" Root's beak pierced Lincoln's left shoulder, tearing off a piece of flesh clinging to a rotten blood vessel. Dark green acid suddenly gushed out of the torn wound, but Root dodged it in time.

"The second bite, for the dead chick!" The young arakko swooped down, pecking with pinpoint precision to crush the bones of Lincoln's right paw. The claws that once wielded the staff now cracked like shattering glass beneath the raven's beak. As the rotten knuckles fell to the ground, they twitched like a living thing, crawling towards Wang Bufu, only to be crushed to dust by Jin Shanshan's claws.

The most horrifying thing was the corrupted heart exposed in Lincoln's chest cavity - this asphalt-like substance suddenly extended dozens of vascular tentacles, trying to entangle the nearest crow.

This is demonization. Even a completely dead corpse is still aggressive and cannot automatically decompose into resources like monsters.

The strictest and most cruel methods must be used to completely destroy Lincoln's body.

Jinshanshan's claws fell in time, cutting off the tentacles one by one and even tearing the heart apart.

"My last bite!" Root's beak pierced Lincoln's remaining right eye, where the Crow Leader's dagger was still etched.

"For all the people you have exploited and deceived!"

When Root left, countless crows swooped down.

The rotten flesh on Lincoln's body was dismembered piece by piece, his bones were pecked to pieces, his organs were trampled, and his whole body looked horrible.

The crows were very good at this job and they handled Lincoln's body very cleanly.

As the last piece of decaying flesh was removed from Lincoln's body, his skeleton suddenly stood upright, the decayed spine twisting like a snake.

Heska suddenly swooped down from mid-air, its sharp claws piercing Lincoln's skull. All the harpies in the air simultaneously screamed in anger and swooped down towards Lincoln's skeleton, shattering it to pieces!
Wang Bufu crushed the last piece of squirming rotten flesh with all his strength. The moonlight filtered through the ripples in the valley, casting mottled shadows on his face.

He threw down the torch in his hand and set all the rotten meat on fire.

Amidst the burning flames, Lincoln's life came to an end.

"I declare!" Wang Bufu said loudly, "The Crowmen tribe will join Shengyang Village as slaves.

Although Lincoln is the main culprit, you still need to pay for your sins as accomplices."

(End of this chapter)