"Come... closer, then... come a little... closer."
The hoarse voice was full of worry.
In the perception of Holo's soul, there were many "granulations" that were "ready to go" on the ground around him.
They are hidden in the meat balls and walls, with only a slight tip exposed.
You kid, you keep saying that we are of the same kind and won't hurt me, but you are secretly planning to be mean to me?
What kind of similar species is this?
Reluctantly forced by the circumstances, Hero took a few steps forward, but secretly he had already used the breath on his wings to connect with the outside world.
If anything goes wrong at all, he will leave this place immediately.
When he got closer, the silver-white moonlight between his fingers barely illuminated the appearance of the 'sarcoma' on the seat.
That's a head.
It's just that Hero has never seen such a head before.
It is even uglier than the lord whose body was destroyed.
Strictly speaking, it is not a living thing, it just has some activity.
Because according to common sense, it cannot speak.
No eyes, no nose, no ears, no tongue and teeth... nothing.
Even the most basic skin is not there. It is the same essence as the 'granulation' growing on the ground around it, but its shape has changed.
It is just a living object made of lumps of flesh forming the frame of the skull.
What made him curious was that this thing obviously had no tongue. Where did it make the sound?
The seat made of flesh and blood looked like a potted plant against the head, and the black eyes of the head growing out of it stared at Hero who came forward.
He murmured with his slightly open mouth: "The smell of hometown makes people nostalgic. Can you tell me the story of your hometown?"
Immediately afterwards, its body underwent strange changes.
The neck under the head grew out of the flesh seat, along with half of the ribs with some fleshy residue attached and a shriveled fleshy arm.
The half of his body that had grown out was leaning on one side of the seat. The arm patted the half-empty seat and motioned for Hero to sit over.
'Gudong!'
This was not the saliva that Holo swallowed nervously, but the sound of the tentacles contracting when the octopus's head was transformed into a fisherman's hat, shrinking the brim of the hat out of fear.
"I don't know...what should you call me?"
Holo looked solemn.
Are you kidding me, sitting on a flesh and blood seat and telling you a story?
Doesn’t this mean handing yourself over without any defense?
Judging from the degree of pollution spread, the half-dead meat ball in front of us is definitely not the core entity of the pollution source, but just its spokesperson.
But since it is willing to let the "spokesperson" communicate with itself, it means that it already has reason and there is still room for negotiation.
Hero simply inquired about its details first.
"Name? I think... think, you can call me [Nest]. The origin of this name... is too long ago. It existed here when I was unconscious. In my memory, this was given to me by my former 'owner'
title.
But for some unknown reason, I was abandoned and bound here... Do you know the feeling of not being able to be free and being bored?
In the long years, I... can only devour and fuse the broken bones and flesh in the mountains. My increasingly large body has surpassed and satisfied the greed from... my soul, so please rest assured, for you... my original intention is not
Devour.”
Suffering from the aftermath of the Grand Duke's battle during the Great Crusade, all the creatures in this main city were destroyed. The minced meat and bones that remained after the destruction were devoured by it. In the process, it was also forced to absorb many memories.
[Nest], which has mastered knowledge itself, has been able to use this knowledge clearly after satisfying the greed of the soul.
It's just that the soul fragments that were absorbed and destroyed along with it caused its consciousness to not be very clear.
Whenever it is sleepy or stimulated, it will always act unconsciously.
For example, the surprise attack of 'Granulation' when Hero just arrived.
Relying on its sober wisdom, it also knew that the impolite behavior just now had caused some psychological shadow on Holo.
At the moment, we can only release goodwill to break down Hero's guarded behavior.
After all, this may be its only chance of 'freedom' in thousands of years.
“Are you the source of the contamination?”
When [The Nest] explained its origin, Hero already understood that it was the source of pollution that was forgotten in the upside-down space.
However, it was once controlled by the great sorcerer and did not have much sense of autonomy.
I don't think I can bring up any more memories.
"The source... maybe, in the beginning I could only exist by instinct, and many of my actions were done unconsciously, which may have caused some harm to the outside world, but that was not my original intention.
If you can take me out, maybe I can help you solve some troubles."
Hearing this, Hero was touched and sensed the [Black Sea] deep in his soul.
It is also a source of pollution. When he first saw the swamp mother's instinct to devour everything, he did not quite believe that [The Nest] could satisfy its greed through excessive devouring, thereby mastering the pollution characteristics on its own.
Desire can never be satisfied.
Even the Swamp Mother, who once held power, was unable to resist.
What's more, this is the birth rule of [Pollution].
He began to doubt the authenticity of the words of the 'spokesman' in front of him.
However, it is unrealistic to find the source of this huge mountain of flesh beneath our feet.
The safest way is to remove the core of the pollution source yourself.
Helo was silent for a moment, and black water kept pouring out of Gudonggudong's body.
It originally covered the body with black water to form a thin film, but now it looks more like a human fountain.
Black water spurted out from everywhere on his body, and finally gathered at his feet, forming a pool of water.
Now, his pollution aura is so strong that it blends into the surrounding environment.
Then he said in a slightly innocent tone: "[Nest]... Like you, I don't remember the atmosphere of my hometown. I can only vaguely remember wandering all the way from a distant place and finally inhabiting this body.
I slept for a period of time, and even suffered... the supervision of the tower. Even now, I am in the middle of a bounty pursuit from the tower. One of the magicians chasing me is a female magician who has mastered the characteristics of space. She is in
Maybe you can sense it in this space.
If I hadn't felt the pollution emanating from here, I wouldn't have come here."
Holo's words made the 'spokesperson' feel a little interested.
At first, the soul energy fluctuations emanating from Helo's body were very weak. In its understanding, a magician of this level was not even cannon fodder back then. Compared to its master, it was even more important to heaven and earth.
difference.
Originally, I just wanted to use the relationship from the tower to close the distance.
And now the smell of pollution erupting from Helo is so strong.
The people in my hometown...should help me become 'free'.