Infinite Bloodcore-Chapter 401: Section 188: Divination Master with Ink-Sickness

Chapter 401: Section 188: Divination Master with Ink-Sickness

Voodoo Rainforest.

In the profound night, the dense rainforest whispered and moaned under the gusts of wind.

On the ground, piled with rotting leaves and branches, tree roots and vines that hung to the earth were tangled messes.

Hiss, hiss, hiss…

From all directions, swarms of snakes—tricolor spearhead vipers, Jump Vipers, eyelash palm vipers, side-striped palm vipers, coral snakes, Heavenly Tree Snakes, Golden Flower Snakes, vipers, forest boas, Forest Cobras, and more—flooded in like a tidal wave, drowning the soil as they climbed and threaded through the roots and vines.

They all had one destination, a small hut in the woods.

It was as if there was something greatly enticing within the hut, driving the snakes to desperately rush to it with frenzied zeal.

Puff.

A soft sound emerged as flames suddenly rose from the hut.

The flames, from the very start, were fierce, engulfing the entire hut and spreading rapidly all around.

This was no ordinary fire; its flames were a deep green without giving off any heat, and as they burned, a powerful chill crept into the hearts of those nearby.

Seeing the green fire, the snakes became even more agitated, rushing into the flames.

As the green fire burned, it resembled a giant beast opening its massive jaws to consume all living things.

One by one, the snakes melted away into the green flames, dissolving as swiftly as candles touched by heat.

Their scales and flesh were the first to disintegrate, followed by their remaining bones, which slowly melted away.

As more snakes perished, each one fed the green fire with their essence.

Fueled by the material provided, the fire burned ever more fiercely.

Soon, the green fire stood four meters tall, expanding to cover a radius of three hundred meters, conspicuously bright in the rainforest’s deep night.

Inside the hut, the situation was quite different; there were no green flames.

Instead, thick smoke filled the space.

The smoke was choking, and the four Legendary individuals inside almost held their breath.

Except for Asang.

This female Naga, a Legendary Divination Master, was at this moment swaying in the smoke.

She chanted longingly, her serpentine body moving, her arms wreathing in the grey mist.

Her song was ancient and profound, filled with a mysterious and distant aura. The other three Legends had been listening quietly for a while now and were feeling uneasy, a sense of horror clinging to their hearts.

Initially, it was Yi Gui, one of the Admirals, who came to the hut to seek help from her bosom friend, Asang.

The first divination had failed.

Then, the two great legendary pirate leaders, Hua Sheng and Asa, appeared with Holy Objects of the Voodoo faith, asking Asang to divine once more.

For several days, Asang tried repeatedly to divine, failing each time.

Including the first, she had failed four times.

Each failure brought her grave injuries.

She was wounded upon wounded but still kept trying. Each time the healing, rest, and preparation took longer.

Each divination attempt became weirder and more grandiose.

This was her fifth attempt at divination, and it was supposed to be her last.

According to the rules of the Voodoo faith, a Divination Master must not attempt to divine repeatedly. But receiving the Holy Objects of the Voodoo faith could override this rule.

Asa brought three Holy Objects, while Hua Sheng brought one.

This fifth attempt was the final divination, unless new Holy Objects were found.

In the midst of thick smoke, Hua Sheng leaned against a wooden pillar, squinting his eyes as he watched Asang.

He was tall and lean, with long ears and green hair, possessing the unique handsomeness and grace of the Elf Clan.

The thin sword hanging at his waist was eye-catching.

The hilt resembled a budding rose, delicate and finely crafted like an artifact.

Hua Sheng had made his name as a grand swordsman with this Legendary weapon.

Asa huddled in a corner, just a mass of black fog, his human form invisible.

He was a master of Dark Magic, with a Demon’s bloodline, cruel, and venomous by nature. He alone had brought three Holy Objects of the Voodoo faith this time.

The black fog occasionally lit up with bright red eyes, revealing Asa’s constant attention to Asang.

And Yi Gui looked more like a Princess than an Admiral.

She wore an extravagant gold and pink Princess Dress, with a voluminous skirt. She wore long silk gloves, and a cute pink parasol with a lace trim hung on the crook of her arm.

The smoke couldn’t hide Yi Gui’s worried expression.

Asang was her bosom friend, and the two shared a deep bond.

But at this moment, Asang’s condition made Yi Gui’s heart wrench.

She had never seen Asang so pitiful.

Her once full figure had become skin and bones.

Her once smooth and shiny scales now looked pale as if struck by a petrification curse.

Asang’s hair, once robust and strong, was now like poisoned, desiccated weeds.

And Asang’s mental state was very abnormal, at times laughing foolishly, then becoming dazed, gritting her teeth in anger, and other times calling out in fervor.

Finally, she was too tired to continue.

Her chest heaved as she gasped for air.

With a gesture of her hand, a jar of medicine flew into her grasp.

Gulping down, she unscrewed the jar and poured all of its thick green liquid down her throat.

“Enough, call it quits, Asang. You’ve given your all and reached your limit,” Yi Gui finally couldn’t hold back and spoke.

“No,” Asang immediately shook her head.

“I can keep going, I can last even longer!”

“I can feel the Ancestor Spirits watching. They’re all here; they’re crowding the room, they’re all waiting… for me!”

Yi Gui’s eyes twitched, “Don’t go on.”

“That potion is highly toxic. You once told me, each time you use it, you should only drink 10 millilitres.”

“When divining before, when you were healing, you knew restraint.”

“Look at you now… drinking jars of it.”

“Have you lost your will to live?”

“The toxicity building up inside you, how will you be treated later on?”

“”

Magic downed the entire potion from a pottery jar and then, with a smack, she hurled the jar onto the floor.

She grinned at Yi Gui, her teeth stained with the green liquid.

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing,” Magic reassured her best friend, “My liver has already been enhanced by me. It’s incredibly powerful and can neutralize deadly poisons and…”

“Ugh!”

Before she could finish, Magic suddenly began to vomit.

The vomit was very strange, resembling marshy clay or black oil, extremely thick and emitting a strong foul smell.

Smack.

A soft sound.

An organ followed the vomit out.

The three present Legends were momentarily stunned.

Hua Sheng stopped leaning on the wooden post, and Asa’s shadowy mist brightened with scarlet eyes.

Yi Gui’s eyes widened as she recognized it and couldn’t help but gasp softly, “Oh my God, that’s… your liver.”

“Your liver has come out.”

“Without a liver, how can you neutralize deadly poisons?”

Magic, pale-faced, managed a weak smile: “It’s okay.”

“Look at what I’m vomiting, these are the remnants of the potion I’ve digested.”

“They’re all carrying deadly toxins, but now I’ve thrown them all up.”

“My liver may be gone, but I still have a stomach.”

“My digestion is especially good…”

“Ugh!”

Before she could finish, Magic began to vomit violently again.

Smack.

Another organ came out.

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Hua Sheng’s expression subtly changed, Asang’s shadowy mist took on human form, and Yi Gui covered her mouth.

“Oh my God.”

“That’s your stomach.”

With a determined look on her face, Magic declared, “Even without a stomach, I’ll continue.”

“As long as my heart is still beating, I won’t stop!”

“Ugh.”

The next moment, she vomited out her own heart.

Hua Sheng let her arms drop, no longer crossing them.

Asa stepped forward to closely examine Magic’s heart, his expression grave.

Yi Gui was profoundly anxious: “Magic!”

Magic’s body shook as she cried out in agony, “Don’t stop me.”

“I’m about to succeed!”

“Even without a heart, I can live for a short while.”

“As long as I’m still breathing…”

Bang.

There was a small explosion.

Magic’s entire chest was blown open, forming a huge void that went through front to back.

Inside, her lungs were blown to bits and dust.

Now, Magic’s breathing had also stopped.

Yi Gui: !!!

The Admiral immediately acted, pulling out a scroll from her bosom.

But the next moment, Hua Sheng and Asa stood beside her, one on each side.

“What are you trying to do?!” Yi Gui shouted, ready to strike with full force.

“Stay calm, Admiral!”

“We mean no harm to you or Magic.”

“That’s right, Magic has begun her breakthrough. Voodoo practices are very different from those of a conventional Mage. You are letting concern cloud your judgment!”

Hua Sheng and Asa urged her together.

Yi Gui managed to calm down, only to see Magic move again.

She struggled and slowly brought out the sacred objects of the Voodoo faith.

She inserted a frog-shaped copper sacred object into the hole in her chest: “Breathing is the drowning of nose and mouth.”

The next moment, she began to breathe again.

Then she placed a skull-shaped blood crystal sacred object where her heart had been: “The heartbeat is the struggle of life.”

And so, she had a heartbeat again.

“If you don’t want everything to be digested, then you must digest everything!”

She inserted two more sacred artifacts into her body, serving as her stomach and liver.

After doing all this, she took a deep breath. Although her body was weak and gravely injured with no treatment, her spirit was incredibly uplifted.

“Oh Ancestor Spirits!” she let out a piercing cry, then began the ritual dance again.

During the dance, her body began to glow.

No, to be precise, it was the sacred objects inside her that were glowing, merging continuously with her body and soul.

The smoke suddenly thickened around her.

The green flames inside the room roared and swirled, sweeping over snakes, trees, and everything else, burning them all to ash.

Magic’s Life Breath underwent a subtle qualitative change.

Yi Gui and Hua Sheng both showed astonishment.

“Demigod…” Asa murmured softly.

Magic’s body jolted, “I see it!”

“On… Fire Island.”

After uttering that, she collapsed onto the ground with a thump.

Alive or dead, it was unknown.