From the Ship of Fools to Earl of Wugang

Chapter 110 Hidden Familiar - Kasos

Edmund Lockman.

The moment that name was mentioned, Edmund felt a sense of impending doom, and the room before him seemed to be filled with shadowy figures.

The tables, chairs, windows, and the silhouettes of the other two figures are all offset in different directions, giving the impression that several staggered rooms are vying for the same space.

Glowing text emerged from the edge of the field of vision.

[Currently being drawn by the true name of "Hydhill's Soul-Seeking Conch." The connection between the name and the soul has been usurped by an external force.]

[Exempt from soul leaving the body and forced traction, but not from oxygen deprivation and imbalance!]

The exemption severed the result of the soul leaving the body, but the pull between the soul and the flesh still fell completely on him.

At the same time, cracks appeared in the glassy barrier between Edmund's chest and abdomen, his diaphragm tightened abruptly, and his lungs relaxed as if he had forgotten how to breathe.

The deafening roar inside my ears quickly drowned out the cacophony of gunfire and birdsong outside, and the floor beneath my feet began to tremble.

As he stepped back, he bumped into the corner of the table. In his unstable state, the outermost layer of the glass screen cracked, leaving a real bruise on his side.

The copper needle almost slipped from his fingers, but he pressed it back into the vent with his numb thumb.

The headwind accumulated inside the eagle in the wind was expelled along the needle, and a faint whistling sound continued from the bottom of the gun handle.

The copper needle had to be pressed for a full twelve seconds. The pull of the true name disrupted his sense of time, and he couldn't even judge by his heartbeat—because he could no longer feel his own heartbeat.

At the same time, Julian abruptly turned to look at Edmund, as this was the first time the squire had heard the name "Edmund Lockman".

Outside the courtyard wall, a smile then appeared on Nathaniel's torn face.

Deacon Chao shouted over the courtyard wall, "Bring back the traitor's soul!"

Julian gripped the Lionhead Medal tightly, while Nathaniel raised the conch shell to his lips and began chanting unknown, sinister verses.

Edmund's ears began to be penetrated by wet, tentacle-like syllables, and his chest began to spasm wildly. The rooms in his field of vision stretched out from half a foot onward.

"Moro, take away his voice!" Neud shouted.

A raven swooped down from the window frame, its open beak pointing towards the outside of the yard.

The last part of the Nathaniel incantation suddenly disappeared, as if it had been cut away from the air by invisible scissors, and then fell into Moro's throat.

Thick, dark droplets of water seeped from the raven's beak, mixed with the falling salt grains.

Moro landed on top of the cabinet, panting. The whispering spirit forcibly swallowed a link, also bearing the pressure within.

Nathaniel's name was cut off, but the ear-like cavities on the surface of the Soul-Seeking Conch continued to open and close.

Julian stepped forward and raised the legislator's badge.

As the medal lit up, his voice drowned out the lingering song inside the conch shell.

"The name of the living belongs to the living. The things that are the king's belong to the king, and the things that are the gods' belong to the gods; and the gods are the gods of the living. The grave shall not take from the living while the mortal still breathes."

As the last word fell, the double images of the room in Edmund's eyes stopped separating.

As reality gradually returned to its ordinary state, his soul was forcibly pushed back into the depths of his flesh and blood.

Breathing was still not smooth, and chest spasms and tinnitus persisted, but at least the outward tearing force did not continue to increase.

The lion-headed medal in Julian's hand was several times brighter than before, and a wisp of heat rose from the closed lion's mouth, causing the attendant's hand to turn red from the heat.

He started muttering something under his breath, trying to defuse the effect.

Downstairs at the relief center, amidst the chaos of the flock of birds, two tide-turners had already tumbled and approached the courtyard wall.

Their tentacles took turns slapping into the black water, their crown-like teeth constantly biting down on the falling birds, sticky feathers and blood sliding down their tentacles.

Just as chaos erupted on the field, the accumulated black water suddenly surged from the center, and a pale human face emerged from beneath the surface.

The human face comically extends into the flat body of a fish, with pectoral fins splitting into joined fingers and gill slits opening and closing along the sides of the face.

[Human-faced Fish: A special type of fish cultivated by the Abyss's retinue using divine blood, often used for...]

The moment the information appeared in Edmund's eyes, the eyelids of the two human-faced fish eyes closed simultaneously from both sides.

The next moment, the fish's body burst open in the black water.

Flesh and blood proliferate rapidly, first coalescing into a mass of repeatedly contracting muscles and cartilage, and then pushing upwards.

The spine-like structure rises segment by segment from the water, with joints and torso being pieced together amidst wet sounds.

A huge humanoid silhouette quickly occupied half of the courtyard, its feet stepping into the black water, its shoulders higher than the first-floor window sill.

Edmund grimaced at the sight—the head of this hideous monster was that of a giant octopus, with thick tentacles hanging from its face to its chest, and gill slits that constantly twitched on either side of its collarbone.

Its left arm is a thick, long tentacle with teeth and suction cups, while its right arm remains humanoid, with bulging muscles and curved claws at the ends of its five fingers.

The monster roared, its voice emanating from several holes beneath its octopus head.

The flock of birds above the courtyard instantly lost their ability to fly, crashing into the roof and windowsills in droves, falling into the black water like raindrops.

The information flashed before Edmund's eyes in succession, with several instances of mental pollution and exemptions from soul abduction overlapping.

He endured the piercing pain in his eardrums and only managed to extract two pieces.

【Hidden Relatives - Cassos】

[A hidden retinue summoned as a sacrifice by a human-faced fish, it temporarily takes form in the nearby black water.]

Cissos plunged his left forearm into the black water. All the water in the courtyard rose simultaneously, followed by a surge of deep water pressure that pressed against the outer wall of the old relief center.

The glass bent inward, the door panel and water pipe made squeaking sounds, and a series of tiny cracking sounds came from deep within the wall.

Julian's golden boundary blocked the black mist and black water, but the physical pressure still acted fully on the bricks and wooden beams.

The gold lines around the window frame flashed violently, and several pieces of plaster fell from the ceiling and landed on the table.

The copper needle finally released its last wisp of whirlwind. Edmund pulled out the scalding needle and had just closed the magazine when he heard Neud curse behind him.

The old man looked terrible. He took out a huge tooth, as long as his palm, from his sleeve, clasped his hands together, and crushed it with all his might.

It is ground into powder.

A bear's roar came from the junction of the wall and the floor.

The gray shadows peeked through the brickwork, first revealing a broad forehead and two forepaws, then towering shoulders and a massive torso.

A semi-transparent giant bear burst through the wall, landing heavily on all fours, causing the furniture in the office to jump simultaneously.

It lowered its head and jumped into the courtyard, its shoulders almost reaching Cissus's shoulders, but it was still noticeably shorter.

Cirsus raised his right arm, which was covered in sharp claws, while the enormous body of the translucent giant bear pushed a white wave through the black water and crashed into Cirsus's right leg at a speed disproportionate to its size.

The pressure the monster was exerting on the old relief center abruptly stopped; the inward-bending windowpanes snapped back into place, and the cracking sound deep within the walls ceased for a moment.

Cisalus lowered its head, and a stream of black gas spewed from the hole beneath its octopus-like head. At the same time, the tentacle on its left arm rose up, crossing over the bear's shoulder and wrapping around its broad back.

The teeth on the edge of the suction cup snapped shut quickly, and with each contraction, a piece of grayish-white spiritual matter was torn off from the translucent body.

A large amount of snow mist gushed from Xiong Ling's wound. Edmund, who was watching the intense battle and waiting for an opportunity to assist, heard a cough from behind him.

He turned around and saw Neud holding onto the desk, his already sallow face rapidly losing its color.