Chapter 1144 - Dark Night

Chapter 1144: Dark Night

Resurrected Corpses possess tremendous strength, but their bodies are still living organisms, so they also require meals. But this isn’t a weakness…
Simon was very clear about this.

In today’s society, the appearance of a corpse or resurrection of any sort will immediately attract the attention of the police and lead to a strict investigation. But it’s different for Resurrected Corpses because if I release the restrictions, they’ll look like a group of mentally retarded people or idiots. Either way, they won’t reek of death at all… I bet society won’t even notice a group of homeless people becoming retards. After all, what’s the difference between looking for food in the trash and being mentally retarded? It’s the most convenient cover…

In fact, some of the high-tier Resurrected Corpses that went through training would even look like imposing bodyguards of few words, which could save him a lot of trouble.

Moreover, according to Voodoo Rituals, Resurrected Corpses have an extremely effective defense against many spells and curses because those spells are only effective against the living! If I were to enslave corpses to resist for me, they would merely pass through the corpses and act on me! However, Resurrected Corpses can defend me effectively!
Simon said excitedly while taking out the materials for the spell: a piece of oat bread, a handful of white salt, and a few bottles.

I shall bestow power… unto my servants!
Simon began chanting, and under the flashes of fire and moonlight, this scene seemed even more terrifying.
He cut the oat bread and sprinkled the white salt all over it.
May the salt cleanse your soul. May the bread strengthen your body…

Shortly after, Simon dropped a few drops of Datura blood onto it before forcing it into the mouth of the homeless man while chanting the incantation. He pressed the homeless man’s throat to ensure he swallowed the bread.
Moments later, the cursed homeless man started twitching violently and constantly rolled his eyes.

Darkness, I beg you to make my servant strong!

Darkness, I beg you to make my servant fear no pain!

…
In Nietzsche’s horrified eyes, that homeless man started releasing crackling explosive sounds before standing up. He tore his upper body clothes, and pale but ripped muscles appeared with many veins and muscles squirming intensely. It looked extremely frightening.
The entire camp suddenly became silent.
Only at this moment did he realize that everyone around him, regardless of gender, had already passed out a long time ago. He was the only one still conscious.
Finally, that unbearable incantation stopped, and that homeless man had suddenly turned into a two-meter tall, expressionless giant.
Seeing this, Simon laughed out loud.
Haha… My servant, I shall bestow upon you the name… Arank!

In the rituals of Voodoo Rituals, being able to create a Resurrected Corpse by yourself was an important indicator of basic mastery.
Presently, he could be regarded as a proper Voodoo Wizard. This speed was simply incredible!

I am indeed a genius in occult studies…
Simon thought smugly and did not even consider the possibility of someone else being behind the scenes. Suddenly, he turned around and stared at Nietzsche.

Not good!

Nietzsche subconsciously felt the gaze and quickly shut his eyes.
Unfortunately, it was too late.

Bring him to me, Arank!

Following Simon’s shout, Nietzsche felt two iron pincers grabbing him hard on the shoulders and lifting him from the ground.
He opened his eyes and looked right at Simon, trying his best to speak with his swollen tongue.

You merely woke up and haven’t recovered your ability to move yet? I overestimated you…

Simon pointed at Nietzsche’s neck, and he immediately regained his ability to speak.
W-we met once at Old Man Javier’s Convenience Store…


Yes, I have a slight impression. But so what?
Simon sneered and crossed his arms.

…
Nietzsche was speechless. Indeed, they had only met once, but that was all. Simon really had no reason to let him off. It was not as though they were students of the same teacher.

What a pity…
Simon’s expression was slightly peculiar.
Being able to stay awake under my spell means that you’re someone with ‘qualification’. Maybe you can even become a wizard like me, so turning you into a Resurrected Corpse seems a little wasteful…

Nietzsche’s eyes lit up, as though he saw hope.

If I were to turn you into a ‘vengeful spirit’, it might suit a person with such high mental strength like you… Unfortunately, I don’t have this ability yet…

The very next moment, Simon’s words sent Nietzsche into the deepest abyss.

So…
Simon picked up a piece of bread.
Eat it!


Woo woo!
Nietzsche clenched his teeth hard and struggled with all his might.

Really… Arank, force his mouth open for me!
Simon was utterly discomfited as ordered the Resurrected Corpse. A split second later, Nietzsche felt a violent strength forcing his mouth open and two fingers extending into his mouth. Nietzsche bit them hard, but he felt as though he were biting extremely tough rubber. The Resurrected Corpse showed no change in expression at all.

Haha… This is fate!
Simon laughed pridefully.
When the opportunity came, I firmly grasped it, giving me this strength… while you can only lay on the ground helplessly…

Nietzsche could not help having tears flowing from his eyes as he watched the bread inching closer.
He had never thought that his life would end like this.
He was not caught by the evil cultists and sacrificed as an offering. Instead, he was going to die in such a ridiculous way!
Bang Bang!

However, the next moment Simon suddenly turned his head and looked at the darkness of the camp.
Who’s there?

Nietzsche turned his head as well, and his eyes grew incredibly large.
Over ten scarlet eyes flashed in the darkness and gradually walked out of the darkness.
More than ten malevolent-looking ghouls were half-crawling on the ground like wild beasts ready to pounce on their prey.

Ghouls? The ghouls are attacking the homeless!
Nietzsche instantly understood that the recently disappearing homeless was because of them.
Evidently, a homeless camp was a land of fresh meat to the ghouls.
Tonight, they treated this place as their hunting ground but had unexpectedly delayed Nietzsche’s death.
Creak! Creak!

Some of them had hunchbacks, some were walking like humans, while others had all four limbs on the ground, like wild beasts. They entered the camp and started devouring their prey.
The unconscious homeless people could not even put up a fight as they turned into food.
Blood splattered everywhere; organs flew all over the place. The entire camp instantly became a slaughterhouse.

Damn it… They were my prey…
Simon muttered furiously and instructed Arank to step back.
A few ghouls lifted their heads, with bones and organs dripping with blood in their mouths, and slowly surrounded them.
Simon took a deep breath and recited the incantation:

When lightning surges and thunder erupts,
grant me peace and protect my valor.
When lightning erupts and thunder surges,
light from the evening prayer set my mind at rest.
Go away, evil spirit, leave along with thou…

Some ghouls stopped moving forward and began slowly moving backward.
However, more ghouls heard the commotion and started joining in.
Nietzsche immediately saw cold sweat dripping down Simon’s forehead.
Obviously, Simon’s accomplishment in protection spells was only useful against one or two ghouls but not effective against so many of them.
Ten ghouls approached closer and closer, and Simon’s face turned even paler.
Seeing this, Simon did not dare to stop his incantation, knowing that the moment he stopped, he would be torn into pieces immediately. Even his Resurrected Corpse would be unable to save him.
But with such a stalemate, he would eventually lose due to his insufficient physical strength.
He had fallen into a hopeless situation!
Seeing how things were unfolding, Nietzsche was equally nervous.
Being surrounded by ten ghouls was much more intense than being surrounded by ten tigers. However, he could see Simon was helpless in the face of this crisis.
After some time, Simon’s voice became softer, and the ghouls were even closer. Nietzsche could even clearly see fresh blood dripping from the ghouls’ tongues.
Bang!

A gunshot rang out!
A ghoul fell to the ground, its head bursting out with black and red blood.
Bang Bang!

The gunshots continued in succession. The ghouls seemed to suffer immense fright as they hurriedly fled in all directions and disappeared into the darkness.

Are you all right?
The figures of level two Investigator Clayon and Probationary Inspector Vivienne dashed out.

You protect them while I give chase!
Clayon darted into the darkness, and several gunshots followed.
Vivienne looked suspiciously at Nietzsche.
You again?! And you, who are you? Don’t try to lie. I saw your standoff with those monsters!

Which means she only saw the last part?
 Nietzsche thought.
Simon’s eyes revealed an ominous glint, glancing at Arank beside him.
Not good! He wants to use the Resurrected Corpse to attack Miss Vivienne! Hurry up and run!
 Nietzsche was about to warn her.

An Extraordinary! A wild one!

Clayon had returned from his pursuit. He squatted in front of the ghoul and started his preliminary examination.
Seeing this, Simon started weighing the pros and cons and chose not to risk it.

Extraordinary and this monster? What the hell are those?
Vivienne was pale and in disbelief.

Yes, this is the job of the Federal Investigation Agency!
Clayon used a pair of tweezers to pick out a silver bullet from the ghoul’s head.
The wild Extraordinary over there, I hereby declare that you have been commandeered! Prepare to pursue the ghouls with me!


This… really is a ghoul!
Vivienne said incoherently.
How is this possible? I mean… how can they move around so brazenly in Kimbert City?


Very simple! Through the sewers. I just chased them there… Furthermore, I’ve planted a tracker on one of the ghouls’ legs…

Clayon raised his head and smiled brightly.
Next, we’re going to raid their lair and clear it in one fell swoop!