Free Web NovelChapter 321: Chapter 318: The Demon Emperor’s Defeat, Ziyuan’s Predicament
Large amounts of charred flesh and bone, still smoldering with traces of blood-flame, were being sliced away by a Gang Wind chainsaw.
As the necrotic tissue was being cut away, tiny tendrils of flesh and blood emerged from Jiaojiao’s side. They pierced deep into Ziyuan’s body, injecting an unknown substance.
This substance was a liquefied form of Blood Light Soul Splitting.
As a Fourth-Order Great Demon, Ziyuan had a powerful immune system. Any seal formed by the Blood Light Soul Splitting would be quickly rejected and purged after entering her body.
Therefore, a cruder method was needed to implant the seal.
Breaking open her skin and flesh, Jiaojiao injected Blood Light Soul Splitting into each and every one of Ziyuan’s organs.
In addition, there was prosthetic implantation, directly replacing the bones within Ziyuan’s body.
HUMMM.
Near the operating table, the fleshy tendrils solidified, manufacturing numerous bones as if they were being 3D-printed. Scarlet, blood-red patterns appeared on the surface of these new bones.
Jiaojiao sawed out Ziyuan’s bones and replaced them with the blood-patterned ones!
"Hmm."
"Such pretty bones~"
Jiaojiao caressed the extracted bone. Ziyuan’s bones were gorgeous, possessing a warm, crystalline, jade-like luster and a faint purple glow.
"I can polish these and make some jewelry!"
"One for Master, one for me... and I can even give one to the emergency rations!"
"Hmm... If I do that, is this one rib bone going to be enough?" Jiaojiao gestured with her hand, estimating the size.
"It really doesn’t seem like enough."
"I’ll just take a few more."
Jiaojiao decided cheerfully.
"Hey, hey, hey!"
"Stop it!"
Ziyuan’s eyelids twitched frantically. She had objections! She was going to protest!
"Protest denied!"
Jiaojiao flicked Ziyuan on the forehead again.
"Damn you!"
"You little brat!"
Ziyuan gritted her teeth, overcome with shame and indignation.
When had she, a mighty Fourth-Order Demon Empress, ever been humiliated like this?!
And by a ship spirit who had only existed for a short time, no less! Even calculating based on the Ghostly Flood Dragon’s operational life, Jiaojiao wasn’t even thirty years old!
She was dozens of times older than Jiaojiao!
But now, she was strapped to a table, stark naked, completely at this girl’s mercy, her bones being harvested for jewelry... Ziwan’s face flushed crimson with rage. She wished she could smash Jiaojiao to a pulp with a single punch!
But unfortunately...
There was nothing she could do.
HUFF... HUFF... HUFF...
She took several ragged breaths.
Ziyuan fought back her fury and closed her eyes.
’Out of sight, out of mind!’
In her current predicament, she was completely helpless.
Subsequently, as the Blood Light Soul Splitting was injected and the charred tissue was cut away, Ziyuan’s injuries began to show signs of improvement.
The life force of a Fourth-Order Great Demon was incredibly tenacious.
Moreover, Blood Light Soul Splitting possessed excellent healing properties.
It was a two-pronged approach.
Ziwan’s condition stabilized. She was still a long way from a full recovery, but at least she was no longer deteriorating.
’It looks like they really are treating me...’
’Are they planning to let me live?’
’Hmph... Arrogant fools. Do they want to tame me and make me their Spirit Pet?’
’How ridiculous! In your dreams!’
Ziyuan sneered inwardly.
Of course, she was long past the age of hot-headed impulsiveness. She wasn’t about to choose death before dishonor.
Given Ziyuan’s lifespan, she had at least another thousand years to live.
If she chose death before dishonor and actually died, it would be a tremendous loss!
So...
’I’ll feign compliance for now, bide my time, and wait until my injuries have healed.’
’Then, when they let their guard down, I’ll turn on them and repay every bit of this humiliation a hundredfold!’
’Revenge is a dish best served cold.’
’Pretend to submit now, and make them regret it later.’
Thoughts like these flickered through Ziyuan’s mind.
’Su Ye... You, your wives, your concubines, your friends, your family... Everyone connected to you will die!’
’I will feed them to my spiders alive! I’ll make them watch as venom dissolves their bodies bit by bit into pools of festering sludge!’
Ziyuan cursed viciously in her mind!
And it worked.
Dwelling on these thoughts did much to soothe her sense of humiliation.
’It was a simple coping mechanism, nothing to be ashamed of~’
But...
As time passed.
Ziyuan’s expression suddenly changed. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, and she snapped her eyes open.
"You... What did you do?"
"It hurts!"
"It hurts so much!!!"
Ziyuan’s voice trembled as she screamed.
"Eh?"
Jiaojiao set down the Gang Wind chainsaw and tilted her head, looking utterly innocent.
She hadn’t done anything~
After a moment, Jiaojiao seemed to realize something and slapped her forehead.
"Oh, it’s nothing."
"The anesthetic just wore off. It means your body is recovering. That’s a good thing!"
Jiaojiao flashed a brilliant smile and gave Ziyuan a thumbs-up.
Her hands were covered in blood and gore, which completely twisted the bright, cheerful gesture. She looked exactly like a homicidal little girl from a horror movie!
It brought Ziyuan absolutely no comfort.
Pain! Pain! PAIN!
In the heat of battle, perhaps she could have endured it.
But now, the agony of her old wounds, combined with being cut open, her flesh sliced and her bones carved out for prosthetic implantation, flooded her nerves and crashed into her brain!
Ziyuan’s face was ashen!
She desperately wanted to clench her fists, to dig her nails into her palms and use that lesser pain to mask the overwhelming agony.
But she couldn’t. The heavy restraints prevented her from even twitching a finger. All she could do was rely on sheer willpower to endure the torment!
"Anesthetic... give me... another shot!"
Ziyuan gasped, her words fragmented.
Sweat streamed down her face.
"Hurry up!" she roared.
"Eh?"
"You want more anesthetic?"
"Nope," Jiaojiao said.
"The medical manual Master wrote says that after one dose of anesthetic has completely worn off, a second injection is prohibited."
"A second dose can be addictive, and it’s bad for the body."
Jiaojiao explained by the book, completely ignoring Ziyuan’s ashen face.
"Anesthetic..."
"I can’t~"
"Look, see for yourself!"
Jiaojiao took out a small booklet, flipped it open, and held it in front of Ziyuan.
"It’s all written in the medical manual."
’What bullshit medical manual? Fuck...!’
Hearing this, Ziyuan cursed wildly in her mind, but she forced a pleading look onto her face. The pain was just too much to bear!
"Um... can’t you just make an exception? I’m in so much pain..."
"Please..."
"Nope!"
Despite her repeated pleas, Jiaojiao refused to budge.
Losing hope, Ziyuan asked, "Then... how much longer is the surgery? Can you hurry up?"
Every slice of the chainsaw was pure torture.
"About two more hours."
"It’ll be over soon."
Jiaojiao said after calculating the time.
Two hours?!
Ziyuan almost fainted. She felt like she couldn’t even last another fifteen minutes!
"You think two hours is too long?" Jiaojiao frowned.
"Alright, fine. I’ll speed things up."
"Okay, here we go again."
BZZZZT!
Jiaojiao pulled the chainsaw’s cord, and the stalled Gang Wind roared back to life!
SQUELCH!
Flesh and blood splattered everywhere!
"AHHHH!!!"
Ziyuan shrieked, her exquisite features completely contorted by madness and terror!
...
As it turned out, Ziyuan was wrong.
Her tolerance for pain was higher than she’d thought.
At least, during that final two-hour stretch.
Aside from her body convulsing and her sweat soaking the operating table, she held up quite well.
She hadn’t fainted, nor had she blacked out from the pain.
"Finally... it’s almost over..." Ziyuan panted.
"There’s just one last step," Jiaojiao explained, setting down the chainsaw and taking a short break as she looked at Ziyuan’s sutured body.
"The last step? Bring it on!" A fierce glint appeared in Ziyuan’s eyes.
After experiencing those two hellish hours.
She felt there was nothing left in the world that could possibly frighten her!
Until Jiaojiao produced a blood-red, wafer-thin sliver the size of a fingernail.
Inside was an incredibly condensed blood-flame. The explosive power contained within that tiny sliver was no less than that of a Plasma Bomb.
"As per Master’s instructions, this sliver will serve as your final seal."
"It needs to be... implanted into your cerebral cortex."
As she spoke, Jiaojiao raised the chainsaw and moved it toward Ziyuan’s head.
The Gang Wind chainsaw pressed against Ziyuan’s forehead.
"Huh?"
Ziyuan’s expression froze instantly.
"No! Don’t! Please, don’t!"
"I’ll... I’ll do anything! So, please, I’m begging you, don’t..."
"AHHHH!!!"
