He believed that out of all the possible tasks, the guild master gave him this task, which was a fortuitous development. After all, this matter has been in his mind for a long time, and the sooner it is resolved, the less he will have to worry.

Jacob, Heskell and Stelgi walked behind their four members of the makeshift group. Silver-ranked paladins and flame mages, whose names he immediately forgot, as well as bronze-ranked hunters and earth witches. Of the four, only the Hunter and the Paladin seem to be worth a remake, as the two magic-wielding ones are at the lowest level in terms of talent, and their rankings reflect more on their experience than their acumen and skill, while the flame-wielding ones are in their fifties and therefore have nothing but experience. It seems that all those ranked gold and above have either died in the Western Market or are chasing fame and fortune outside of Helmsgarten.

"What good are they if they are of no help in the conquest of Messira?"

"Feed".

"No wonder the guildmaster is so desperate. He sees our talents, and either fears them and sends us to perdition, or he prays that we will restore the dignity of his institution......"

As Stelgi walked in front of Jacob and Heskel, the bone fragments under her flesh-slit cloak moved, instinctively knowing that they were about to reach the West Market cordon, where many royal guards were standing guard.

"Can she detect electric currents in the human body?" He asked aloud.

"Your strongest one," Hesquel replied.

"I am proud that you say that."

They successfully passed the checkpoint guarded by two dozen guards and crossed the only bridge to enter and exit the affected area, their team in a cautious formation, with Heskel, Stelgi, and Paladins in front, two wizards in the middle, and Jacob and Hunter in the back.

"Look at this place," the hunter mused with a morbid fascination as he surveyed the transformed area, where the stone and dirt streets had been transformed into gelatinous fleshy structures that offered winding passages through twisted and stretched buildings filled with people who writhed at their hands as they approached.

"Be quiet, Cabel." The paladin commanded, taking over their team as if he would naturally be the leader. Of them all, he was dressed in the most expensive and protective gear, fully armed from head to toe, wielding a shield with some ornate coat of arms on it, as well as a half-length sword with a golden ornament in the center and a flawless edge without a single chip, scratches and dents.

"Damn nobles." The hunter muttered under his breath.

They walked cautiously and silently for a few moments, the gelatinous ground turning sometimes into hard bones, sometimes into flexible, criss-crossed walkways that resembled tendons or muscle fibers.

"Do you think there will be little devils?" The witch asked, apparently at a loss.

Instead of shutting her up, the paladin boldly replied, "If that's the case, I'll protect you."

"Gluttonous demons are lonely," Jacob told them. "They eat everything around them, even the servants, and—"

"No one told you to stop talking, trainee!" The paladin admonished him. "Know your plans—"

With a powerful slam, Heskel's fist shattered "Praggat's" jaw and pierced the side of his helmet. Despite the fancy dress, the Silver Knight fell to the ground like a sack of flour, clearly less protective than it showed off.

The Earth Witch screamed, and the Flame Wizard shouted, "Traitor! How dare you!"

"Quiet!" Jacob commanded, his tone immediately interrupting the flameweaver's pre-chanting incantation. "You're worthless. You were sent to die here! Can't you see that? Listen to me or die here!"

The hunter stood there and froze, then said, "He really killed him with one punch......"

Jacob was about to correct him when he looked down and saw that yes, the paladin was actually dead.

“Heskel。 You're pushing too hard. ”

"Glass bones," White argues during his time at Novarosia.

Hearing this answer, the hunter let out a somber laugh. Obviously, he is not like the other two party members

aïve。 "I'm joining," he replied.

"Well, as if I was willing to listen to some boy." Said the Flame Wizard.

Heskel almost hit his head as well, when the hunter said, "All right." If you don't come, I'll kill you with my own hands. ”

"Guys, stop! The witch pleaded. "We can still be a team, okay?" Let's do as he says. ”

Yiqian sighed reluctantly and nodded. "Alright, lead the way."

"We're dealing with a gluttonous demon in its territory."

"And? The old man asked.

"It means we're waiting for it to come our way and be ready for our strengths."

Cabell said thoughtfully, "Well, so it's not like hunting a beast at all." "I was deceived."

Demons consider themselves predators rather than prey

"Master......" accompanied by her unsettling voice, the sound of the bone plates moving. Seeing Stelgi walk to the front of the line, they all began to retreat.

"It doesn't seem like time is on our side. We have an advantage, though. ”

"What's that?" The hunter asked.

"The gluttonous demon is very single-minded." He replied with a sigh of relief.

Without hesitation, Heskel rushed to the place where the paladin had fallen, and despite the heavy armor on his body, he lifted him up with one hand and threw him above his head. The corpse flew several meters in the air, and everyone retreated further, its plate armor glittering in the light of the setting sun. Before it could land on a demonic house of three pale skinned and veined veins, a huge shadow fell on it, swallowing its entire body in one gulp.

Meathulk underwent considerable changes after Messira broke his binding contract, which usually binds the enslaved soul and its destructive aura. Given that demons do not belong to the earthly plane, their presence seems to disrupt the fabric of reality around them, akin to seeking a path of least resistance to balance their own stress. The most noticeable change occurs in a demonic vessel, which changes itself and is closer to the true form of the possessed soul. Considering that Maxima was the Viscountess of Walla Acity, it was impossible for her huge soul to be sealed in an unsealed container, even one as delicate as Jacob's Meat Hulk. Thus, when her soul leaked out of her container, it caused changes that changed the reality of the West Market after she lived inside.

Once a massion of spotless flesh, muscle, and skin, the Hulk now looks more like a resurrected tumor, left to festering uncontrollably. The outermost layer of skin was purple, gray, and black, and where the large pieces of skin that had swelled out from the inside were torn, a terrible giant stomach appeared, which looked like a rotting hill with many different biting giant stomachs, filled with teeth of various sizes and shapes.

He felt uncomfortable to see his brilliant creations ruined in this way. That alone was enough to ruin her, not to mention that it was an insult to her to break his contract when he summoned her and gave her such a good vessel. But he also knew that the Viscountess's soul would eventually break the earthly cage once and for all and send her back to the Demon Kingdom, an event that would result in the destruction of much of Helms' Gardens to the deepest depths of the sewers. If he continues his experiments, it will be a disruption that he cannot afford.

"In the name of the Eight Saints......" Itchin muttered in horror.

"Stelji!"

"Master......" the monster said, taking off her hooded cloak, revealing her gorgeous face, a masterpiece of human anatomy and bone plate fusion that he and Heskel had created in the heart of the city.

No one seemed to really notice Stelgi's non-human figure before the giant Messira, until the air began to shake and crimson lightning swept across the fleshy ground in a deafening light, colliding with the demonic mound of flesh. From a distance, it was as if lightning had risen from this area and hit the sky above, and the clouds began to emit their own small thunderclaps.

"What is she?" The hunter asked, dumbfounded.

"The embodiment of perfection," he replied.

The air began to shake again, and a second bolt of lightning swept across the ground, making another loud crash. Stergi's head faces the sky instead of the demon viscountess, and the overlapping bony plates on her eyeless skull make her look more like an insect than a human. She stretched out her extra-long arms into the clouds, trying to refill the slender bulbous tank that had replaced her lower arms and hands, blood and lightning mixing together the intricate ritual diagrams invented through his life ward. Heskell once again created the central feature of Jacob's work, suggesting that his genius was unearthed by his grandfather's archaic thinking about how best to use his minions.

"She's not human." Ichien said in awe. Lightning fell from the sky and struck Stelgi's fingerless arm, returning the lightning she had discarded and mixing it with the blood that gave her perfect control. She fired another bolt of crimson lightning to stop the mound as it began to roll towards them, and Jacob mused, his own contribution to her design quite groundbreaking.

Within the severely shrunken chest of the Light Tamer is a heart of paper-thin, flexible bones that contains a small fragment of "birth perception" that ensures that air and blood constantly keep Sturge's brain alive while processing the precise mixture of blood she enters the tank so that she can manipulate the other blood inside as if it were her own. Essentially, Stelgi is a simple servant forge, but with the help of a second-level intelligence with the ability to grow with experience, she can rise beyond the limitations that such servants usually face. Her impulses are translated into action by her thinking heart, which becomes more precise and deadly over time.

She is perfect. Still, there is room for improvement. Now, he no longer doubts whether he will be able to create something that surpasses Heskeil, but more of a matter of time.

"Come back, Stelji!"

"Master......" she replied, running towards him on her long legs.

Ever since he discovered that she was only half of her body, he haphazardly manipulated everything below her ribcage, turning it into a smooth and lightweight, hollow frame with a slender waist and needle-like footless legs. She was born to slaughter, not to fight. After seeing that her Doomsday Lightning Strike failed to destroy Messira, he thought it would be wise to send her to the back of their ranks so that her contemplative mind could observe from a distance and potentially spot weaknesses in Meat Hulk's body.

"Little things." Viscountess Volasit roared from the hundreds of stomachs that covered its massive mound of flesh. "Did you come back to feed me?"

An arrow bounced off her vein-ridden skin, and another rumbled into one of her mouths.

"What?" Cabell asked, and the old wizard glared at him with a dagger. "Aren't we going to attack it?"

"Do you really think we can beat it?"

"You won't know if you don't try," he replied casually. Jacob was strangely indifferent to what he saw, but perhaps he was like-minded with him, for Jacob felt nothing other than annoyance that De Monette was still alive.

Before their quarrel was over, Heskel walked forward with thunderous steps, using all his strength to dig a hole in the bottom of the 8-meter-high mound. With a wail that pierced Jacob's ears, the Viscountess's massive body trembled, and thousands of hands stretched out from her body and began to roll towards the ghost, which wisely decided to dodge. The roar of the "de Monette" changed the scenery here, the houses were razed to the ground, and the ground changed as she passed. Everywhere she touched, her mouth and arms were exposed.

Before she could show her magic, the Earth Witch was grabbed by three four-jointed arms, screaming, sobbing, and dragged into a bottomless pit with her teeth. The hole creaked shut, and her piercing voice was swallowed up.

The fire-bearer screamed in anger and shot a barrage of fireballs from his palm, burning the place where the witch had disappeared to ashes, but beyond that had little effect.

"Lend me a lamp." Cabell said, holding out his hand to the old man with a strange-looking arrow, the end of which was not an arrow, but a cylinder.

However, instead of listening, Yi Qian fired fireballs from behind the rolling mound, quickly leaving them behind to chase after them.

"Oh, damn it...... The old man was crazy. ”

"Why do you need fire?" Jacob asked, unconcerned by what he saw: a mass of rotting flesh rolling behind a giant, an old magician throwing fireballs and shouting speechlessly.

Cabell handed the strange arrow to Jacob, and found a flint musket in his pocket. He looked at the arrow in his hand, trying to figure out what it was doing and what it was for, but couldn't find it.

I should study engineering, and maybe it's a job worth the effort, he thought.

Cabell found his ignition rifle and handed it to Jacob, then retrieved the arrow and hit him on the bowstring. Jacob realized that the short string at the end of the arrow resembled a candlestick, so he lit the flint and lit it.

The hunter effortlessly aimed at the target and fired an arrow that made a steep arc overhead, and its candlestick began to hiss and spark.

"Look at this".

Jacob held his breath as he followed the trajectory of the sparkling arrow, and then, with a loud thud, it flew into the air where the tumbling mound passed, a huge curtain of flames falling on its massive body.

"It's amazing," Jacob said. He had never seen anything like it before.

"Hahaha," Cabell scoffed. Then his expression changed.

A loud wail shook the earth, and the many arms of the rolling demon stopped their advance momentum and turned to their positions.

"Oh......"

The hunter ran away, and the abomination was now staring at him. Jacob stayed where he was, watching it deviate from the course it had collided with him. There was a disgusting crunch, and it rolled over the mad wizard, sucking him into a cloud of its stuff, which turned out to grow noticeably larger.

After a while, Heskel found him.

"Is there any way to defeat it?"

Huai Ting nodded. "Stone plague."

"It doesn't seem wise."

"Yes."

Although Jacob had reason to be worried, he thought about it seriously for a moment. "If we cut the bridge, will we be able to control it?"

Heskel snorted affirmatively.

"Ran to the bridge and ruined it. I started singing hymns. When you see it spreading towards you, prepare to fight back against this spell. ”

His lifeguard placed a heavy hand on Jacob's shoulder and stared at him.

"I'll be fine," he told him, though he wasn't entirely sure it was true. Only time will tell. However, deep down, he was excited to try the spell.

When Heskell ran away, he called Stelgi to his side. She hadn't recovered her flesh slit cloak yet, as it had been swallowed up by the Flesh Hulk's passing, but that didn't seem to matter anymore. He'll make another one for her later.

"Find the hunter and take him out of the area. Once you've crossed the river, you're ready to head to the guild area. Make sure his head doesn't hurt. I needed that part of him to be complete. He wanted to take advantage of Cabell's unique ability to quickly calculate trajectories, not to mention get more information out of his brain about the rocket he was using.

"Master......" she obeyed the order and ran away as fast as she could, her agility surpassing that of Heskel. She will soon find the hunter, who knows that Messira will not leave the area, as she is clearly attached to the area, and he is also knowledgeable about the general behavioral traits of gluttonous demons.

"Alright......" he said to himself, making sure to avoid the arm-waving and stomach-biting spots as he walked toward the center of the area, and stayed away from the living houses.

"Take away the blood and form from the living," Jacob began to read.

When he walked near the center of the West Market, he was still chanting. Halfway through the singing of the Hymn to the Stone Plague, the sky above began to spin, and the previous thunderstorm was washed away by the attention of the "Most Holy One" to the kingdom.

"Seven, invisible, lonely, caress the land with your blessings"

"What was once will be eternal. What was once fleeting will become eternal. ”

"Listen to me, Seven!" Unleash your gift through me!"

"Petrify the wheel of time, lock this moment in eternity!"

Jacob's body froze in place, his feet pinned to the ground. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide so that the twisted tendrils of evil energy could use him as a beacon to spread its gifts. Just before he was knocked unconscious by the overwhelming presence of the seven, he distinctly heard Messira rolling around at him.

"It's dangerous," commented Cabel, as Sturgi grabbed him with a strange bloody three-clawed hand and threw him across the river that separated the western part of the market from the residential area.

He looked back at the area on the other side, only to see the huge fleshy monster rolling towards his teammates. Then he noticed that the clouds above were darkening, swirling like a whirlpool, and then a huge, finger-like gray smoke descended to the center of the area.

When it hit the ground, nothing happened, but he still stared at it for a moment, strangely mesmerized by the scene. What a strange day today, he has been in Helmsgarten for less than a week! He finds it hard to imagine any day in the future that can be compared to the sheer excitement, mystery, and existential fear that comes with working with the famous summoner "Jacob" (or, as the guild members call him, "Leather Robes").

The hairs on his body suddenly stood on end, and he instinctively looked at his former savior. Although there were no eyes on her pale face, he could feel her staring straight at him.

"How did you see that?"

"Master......" she replied helplessly, and then, from her strangely long, bulbous arms, crawled bloody tendrils that joined together to form a whip-like tentacle.

"Uh, what are these for?"

When the bloody appendage grabbed him by the neck and began dragging him through the street, he realized that maybe it was too exciting and exciting.

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