Chapter 985: and translation of chapter title

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Synchronized attack, two sharp bone spikes stabbed instantly.

The piercing sound whipped the nearby air into two white lines, like a rainbow piercing the sun, straight for the Undead Lord's head.

However, due to the nature of the Undead Body, the thrust that could originally pierce everything felt like stabbing into thick mist, suddenly coming up empty.

Besides a brief disturbance, it had no other use.

Under the cloak, the scarlet eyes glanced at the two bone spikes piercing the body, then let out a sudden low laugh.

Only to see the massive Undead Lord's body turn like mist, its body rapidly spreading, thick black death energy, in the blink of an eye enveloping the two nearby Aberrant Mutants.

Corrosion! Wither!

Thick death energy spread over the white bones, instantly covering the bone-white skeleton with a layer of dim gray.

Under the Undead Lord's unique life-drain ability, each dimming of an Aberrant Mutant signified a large amount of life force being siphoned away and completely absorbed.

The mist's range kept expanding.

But the two Aberrant Mutants shrouded in the death energy still showed no emotion.

No panic, no retreat.

Just like the ultimate combat machine.

Only to see, a few seconds later, the two Aberrant Mutants attacking simultaneously paid no heed to their impending corrosion into sludge, moving again amid the sounds of death energy dissolving.

Speed as fast as lightning.

The bone spikes all over the body turned into weapons, every move an attack.

The long bone whip at the tailbone suddenly hooked, forestalling the death energy's corrosion, the two bone-white bone whips instantly shot out like bullets, attempting to kill 'Mo Ling' again.

Hiss!

Hiss!

Bone cones crossed, continuously piercing, creating white afterimages.

Compared to attacking the body, the tailbone bone whip aimed at the core was clearly effective.

At an attack frequency of up to a hundred per second.

The scarlet giant eyes flickered, and the originally endlessly spreading body suddenly halted.

The death energy spreading from that body also twisted and swayed in this attack.

This was a battle between monsters.

The death energy corrosion failed.

Like two Aberrant Mutants fished out of sulfuric acid, they showed no intention of stopping; their forms flashed again, joints moving beyond limits, turning into various brutal killing moves, incessantly attacking that black mist.

Seize the sickness to kill!

With a painful low roar, streaks of blinding sword qi also slashed out from the hands of nearly a hundred Lin Ans.

One against a hundred.

Even if the Undead Lord's form grew stronger, it could not survive against a hundred Third Rank fighters combined with Aberrant Mutants.

Instinctively, 'Mo Ling' obviously also realized this.

Only to see her, who had been slightly hovering above the ground, instantly teleport to midair.

After dodging the incoming sword qi and mental storms.

The dim yellow death energy instantly condensed again; as the hands spread out as if summoning, a black energy pillar piercing heaven and earth instantly appeared.

The dead resurrect!

Connecting life and death, on the ground, a large number of deceased Lin An corpses suddenly stood up eerily under the summoning.

Swaying.

Even lacking a head, or being cut in half, under this deathly power the deceased Lin Ans also became like resurrected death legions, turning to kill the nearest Lin An.

If Lin An still had consciousness, he would surely have his jaw drop at this moment.

Embodied as the Undead Lord, Mo Ling actually possessed the same resurrecting ability as his heavenly disaster skill.

But compared to his initial ability, this power to resurrect the dead is even more overbearing!

The battle officially began.

As corpses continually resurrected, Lin An also continually split.

For a moment, a strange scene formed in the relatively small battlefield.

One side was the Undead Lord controlling continually resurrected corpses to kill the Aberrant Mutants; the other side was Lin Ans condensing from the void, charging toward Mo Ling in the sky amidst the Aberrant Mutants' onslaught.

Like a flesh-and-blood mill.

Compared to the fighting among Lin Ans, the brutality of the melee now surged again.

Whenever a Lin An died, a corpse resurrected.

And whenever a corpse resurrected, a Lin An would again condense from the void.

This strange confrontation actually formed a temporary balance for a moment.

From a high-altitude view, the entire battlefield resembled a black-and-white chessboard, under both sides' 'command', continually cutting down the opponent's pieces.

But no one could notice it.

From the destroyed rocket launch tower, the originally spreading Meme fluctuations are now steadily weakening.

Creating 'Lin An' requires energy; splitting also requires it; infection likewise requires it.

If only the Lin Ans fought one-sidedly, the deceased Lin Ans would likewise return energy to the Meme, forming a cycle.

But with Mo Ling's addition, the Lin Ans that should have returned to the cycle were instead taken away by the Undead Lord's unique ability.

The Meme is like a battery supplying both sides' battle; under such massive consumption, even with a Meme rule-level 'ability', it cannot continue endlessly.

And at the same time.

The Undead Lord, which almost occupied half the sky, also gradually began to mutate into the next stage.

A black shadow, condensed simultaneously with the Aberrant Mutant, slowly floated beside the Undead Lord.

Similarly, the Twin Death Gods.

"Bang!"

The shabby door was pushed open.

Lying face-up on the sofa, the middle-aged man who had forcibly held Mo Yu in his arms froze for a moment, then looked toward the source of the sound.

All that could be seen was Mo Ling, who should have stayed in the room, walking out silently.

Upon seeing Mo Ling, the middle-aged man's expression, which had been one of enjoyment, instantly turned cold, and he glared angrily at the girl:

"What are you doing coming out!?"

"Get lost and go do your homework!"

While speaking, the middle-aged man subtly moved his hand away from Mo Yu's waist.

Although he didn't care about anything, nor about his so-called image, as a stepfather, the two daughters were nothing more than tasty treats he could pluck at any time in his eyes.

But under Mo Ling's gaze, he still felt somewhat uneasy.

Seeing Mo Ling unmoved, they merely stared coldly at themselves.

The middle-aged man's heart suddenly surged with nameless anger, and he shouted angrily:

"What are you looking at! Didn't you see I was talking to your sister?!"

"What kind of look is that!?"

"You want to get hit, don't you!?"

While speaking, he made a motion to raise his hand, just as usual, preparing to slap the girl's face.

Compared to the cold Mo Ling who would resist him, he preferred the weak Mo Yu.

His good mood was interrupted; seeing that his scolding had no effect, the man couldn't help but shove off the little daughter sitting on his lap and stride toward Mo Ling.

"Damn it!"

"What are you staring at!?"

"Eat Laozi's, use Laozi's—if it weren't for me working hard outside, you'd still want to go to school, still want to eat!?"

Shoving, shouting.

While speaking, the man roughly undid his waist belt, preparing to pull out the belt to give a good lesson, wanting the girl before him to realize who really runs this household.

In the kitchen, hearing the man's loud shouting, the woman's body shuddered.

After a moment's hesitation, a flicker of reluctance crossed her face, but she merely washed the dish in her hands even faster.

Although the man's words were harsh, they were indeed true.

Since the divorce, she has struggled to raise the two daughters.

The children need to go to school, need to eat—all of which require money.

If she really provoked the man, she truly wouldn't know how to go on living.

Although the man often resorts to violence, he's not good to the two daughters either.

But...

Life... is inherently hard.

Endure it, and it will pass.

Muttering to herself, the woman, like a numb machine, washed the dish in her hands over and over.

"It's okay... it's okay..."

"Nothing will happen..."

"Slap!"

A loud slap rang out from the living room.

The middle-aged man panted, looking at the girl before him who remained motionless, and nameless anger welled up in his heart.

"Look! Still looking!"

Facing the clueless girl, he swung directly at her.

But the red slap mark on her face didn't seem to intimidate the girl.

"You damn like looking, huh! Come, I'll let you see your fill!"

Seeing Mo Ling holding her head high, glaring fixedly at him, the man felt his authority challenged.

Even if he has to humble himself at work outside, at home he is the heavens!

A surge of lustful fire rose in his heart, and he no longer had any restraint.

The middle-aged man in a vest grabbed Mo Ling and dragged her onto the sofa, while his other rough large hand pulled Mo Yu to his side.

His foul-smelling mouth hovered near Mo Yu's face; while gazing at Mo Ling, he breathed heavily as if savoring the forbidden thrill.

"You don't like to watch, huh!?"

"Come on! Fuck your mother! Laozi, what's it to you right in front of you!?"

Having said that, the man panted as he undid his pants, then leeringly tried to pull off the little girl's clothes.

"No!"

"Dad... don't!!"

Sobbing, resisting.

Mo Yu, once again pulled before him, sobbed, trying to stop the man's hand, but how could such feeble strength resist an adult?

Hearing the cries from beside him, the man grew ever more excited.

Following the alcohol's effect, he, while greedily looking at Mo Ling's suddenly trembling body, kept reaching with his hand toward the little daughter.

How? Now scared?

Come on, look at me, little bastard!

Pervert, sinister grin.

Facing Mo Ling, who clenched his lips tightly, the man's hand speed increased further.

Watch, watch me kill your sister right in front of you!

Curse Quietly one sound.

Following the sound of clothes being torn, the middle-aged man only felt a sense of conquest and humiliation rush straight to his head.

Gazing at Mo Ling standing in place, he couldn't help but let out a sinister laugh and pant.

Damn it, come, look closely, Laozi next is gonna fuck you!

Accompanied by the girl's crying, for a moment everything became so chaotic.

Having said that, just as he turned his head wanting to take off his pants again, a faint piercing sound suddenly rang out amidst the cries.

His posture stalled.

The middle-aged man only felt as if something had been stabbed into his back, and it seemed as if water was flowing on his back.

Hiss...

What... was punctured?

Blood flowed away, he somewhat incredulously covered the wounded spot, and when he subconsciously wanted to turn back, he again heard the sound of flesh being stabbed into a knife.

Hiss!

The blade directly stabbed into the hand. Viciously stabbed into the lower back.

Ahhhhh!!

The man instinctively screamed, his whole body like a shrimp, letting out painful shrieks.

Pain sensation transmitted.

Only now did he realize what that piercing sound actually was.

Only saw Mo Ling, standing behind the man, holding a small knife stained with blood, viciously stabbing into the man's back.

The slender hand trembled slightly, but one could feel its determination.

Staggering to his feet, he laboriously turned his body.

Wanting to retreat, covering the wound at his lower back, the middle-aged man looked at Mo Ling with some horror, his eyes full of disbelief.

I fuck.. you..

She dares to stab me!? She dares to resist me!!

The subconscious curse hadn't even left his mouth, with massive blood loss causing dizziness, the middle-aged man struggled to snatch the small knife from Mo Ling's hand, only to find that little hand again viciously stabbing toward himself.

Ahhh!!

The tragic scream tore apart the night.

In the chaotic living room, Mo Yu, with both hands covering her chest, trembled as she squatted on the ground, her red eyes full of fear.

Before her lay her sister, covered head to toe in blood.

The next second.

One after another, sounds like a burlap sack being pierced rang out continuously.

Hiss!

Hiss!

One knife strike after another.

Each cut carves into the bone.