Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 442: Seven Sons

 

Zhang Lie knew this very well.
By the time he entered the arena, all the humans within had been slaughtered to the last.
The sura had done so in order to avoid having those humans join the invaders' forces.

“That's why the sura from Xuechi are particularly fond of capturing genetic lifeforms and humans,” Sun Mengmeng explained.

“The diary describes the locations of all genetic lifeforms around, and several among those are on the same level as the elephant you lured back into the city.”

“Peak-grade lifeforms, you mean?”

“I believe that's right.”

Zhang Lie pointed at the unusual marker on the map.
“Is there any mention of this marker in the diary?”

“Yes, one.
It was left behind by the previous sura king, who discovered an unusual valley.
with extremely strong genetic lifeforms within.
Upon killing those lifeforms, their souls would remain within the valley.

“Allegedly, once the number of souls reached a certain threshold, something horrendous would happen.
The previous sura king returned from the valley heavily wounded, and he perished after leaving these words behind.
Before that, he warned his kin never to step within the valley.”

“As expected!”

“Zhang Lie, do you know something about that valley?”

 

 

Within some battlefield in the second realm was hill after hill of skeletons.

Each of these hills were twenty or thirty meters tall, and they were composed of both human and alien bones.
The skulls were warped and distorted, as though something horrifying had happened to them before their death.

Crows flew overhead, pecking on grisly pieces of meat hanging from the skeletons.

A sura king sat quietly at the apex of the highest hill of bones, an executioner's sword over his shoulder.
Crows circled his head.

“Your highness!” an elder called out from below.

The sura king jumped down from the hill.
“Is the painter here?”

The crows flew into the air, startled.

The sura king murmured in excitement, “I want to have a painter capture my art.
Elder, what pose do you think I should make?”

This sura king, Shouta, enjoyed stacking up corpses in skeletal mountains, then displaying it as art.

The elder frowned.
“Your highness, that painter has gone crazy.”

“Really? Are all such painters so fragile? In that case, find me a new one.”

“The monarch of stars sends word, your highness.”

Shouta's eyes lit up.
“A letter from Godfather?  Is he finally allowing me to participate in the war between the sura empire of stars and the other three sura empires?”

The elder shook his head, sighing.
“I think the chance of that is minimal.
After all, your highness, your fondness for these skeletal hills will lower the morale of both the enemy troops and our sura troops.

In the heat of battle, this sura king had been known to decapitate everyone within sight, even those of his allied forces.

The sura king sighed.
“You don't understand true art.
Only my third brother understands me.”

The elder spasmed.
“I'm not sure he wants to understand your art, either.”

The sura king took the missive from the elder and hemmed at it.
“Interesting, very interesting.”

Shouta wasn't the only one who had received the missive.

In an icy cellar, another sura king glanced at the beauty frozen in a coffin of ice.
“What an exquisite specimen!”

Within the coffin, the beauty's skin was turning a shade of blue, and her face was ashen.
She was a corpse.
Orbs of light glowed by her feet.
She was draped in a white wedding dress, a true corpse bride.

The sura king's eyes filled with infatuation as he glanced into her eyes, as though they were sharing an embrace.

“How perfect you are, how exquisite! You must have a similarly beautiful name—how about Shasha, or Meimei? Ah, I've got it—I'll call you Shamei!”

This was the sura king Shicang.

An urgent knock came from the doors to the cellar as the sura king frowned.
“What's the matter?”

“Your highness, the monarch of stars has sent you a missive.”

“Slide it in.”

The letter slid in through a crack in the door.
Shicang didn't allow anyone else to step inside his chamber of collections, not even a finger.
All documents had to be transferred into the room through a small slit in the door.

He picked up the letter and walked up to the coffin, where he kissed the corpse on the lips.
His eyes were starry.
“I can't believe that there are alien bodies that could have become such exquisite masterpieces.
I was right to have steeled my heart and killed you!

Give me a moment, darling.
I need to read this letter now, but I'll come back and cherish you more later!”

Shicang closed the lid of the coffin and placed it back in its spot.
This chamber was filled from head to toe with coffins, and each coffin contained a young girl's body.

When he read the sura monarch's letter, his eyes flashed.

On a stone bed in a dark chamber lay a young girl.
Her hands and legs were strapped to the bed, and a gag was stuffed into her mouth.
Tears glimmered on her face.
No matter how she struggled, she was unable to free herself.

A sura king walked up to the little girl and grinned evilly.
He rubbed his palms and caressed the girl's face.

This sura king's eyes were very special, because…
he didn't have eyes.
Regardless, he seemed to be able to see.
He caressed the girl's face again gently.

Her eyes were very pretty, wide and round, just like jewels.
The girl began to writhe and struggle.
She tried to yell out, but the gag stopped her from being able to do so.

He licked his parched lips.
His eyes shone with greed and desire.
The sura king suddenly stuck his fingers into the little girl's eyes and pulled them out of her face.

Tears of blood streaked down the little girl's face.
The sura king hurriedly grabbed a can filled with a murky green liquid and threw her eyes inside.
Looking at those eyes, the sura king smiled with joy.

This was the sura king Moyan.