nagpurpolice Chapter 126: Red the Earth
Chapter 126: Red the Earth
Chapter 126: Red the Earth
So what do we do?
I have no idea, Tara admitted. The Blood Hive was a cautionary tale told to me in training, of the dangers that came with allowing Skills to run rampant, the importance of the Registrars and the dangers of Outlaws and Adventurers. It was never something which was actually presented as surmountable, never- she sliced off the arm of the body on the table and Identified the bit of blood leaking from the wound, an action which Edwin mirrored.
Statutory Alchemist
Niall ?
What the Blight does this guy think he is, no you cant treat people like oh shoot, Im recording.
Damn. It was never taught as something which could be defeated by us. Previously, it took Emperor Xares scouring a province entirely to be rid of it, and it was a newer infection then. Anyone and everyone with blood, and possibly some of those without, is suspect.
What about me? How do you know Im not taken over?
I do not, Tara turned towards him, and he saw her eyes in the helmets slits, afraid, But this is beyond anything which I am capable of dealing with, and you are the only one who stands any chance at solving this problem. You have additionally shown significant resistance to Skills, said honestly that you were not infected, and your blood does not Identify as that of our target.
What? Why me? You- you said Xares. He could do it. Cant he get involved for this?
He could, Tara agreed, and Edwin felt relief and anxiety spike inside him equally, But it would involve scouring Rhothos and possibly more to bedrock. You, on the other hand, are an alchemist. An adventurer alchemist, at that, among other qualifications and thus the only candidate for a less violent solution. Even if the Alchemists Guild might somehow be capable of devising something, they are weeks away and susceptible to whatever influence the Outlaw is able to leverage. You are, as much as I hate to admit it, the only one who feasibly could do something about this.
But I dont know the first thing about
Then figure it out. she snapped, You wanted to save lives? Do it. She pointed at where Nialls torn corpse lay on the floor, That thing right there? Killing it is how you make an impact on this, thats how you make yourself useful.
I just Edwins head was full of static, constantly rushing between possibilities and options, he didnt know the first thing about Nialls powers let alone how to counteract them. He flailed around hopelessly, brain stuck in a loop of thinking about Niall, and his blood, and Edwins missing hand, and then back to Niall.
Ha-hua-ha, a wet laugh burbled from Nialls upper torso, breaking the silence, and Edwin spun around to see hateful eyes glaring at them, I told you, I told you. You cant kill me, Im invincible. You shoulda-shoulda killed me then-then. But you were weak, weak, weak. Just a little drop, little drop didnt hurt me, didnt kill me, but its harder on you, on you. Youll drown in blood, next to the flood, oh until youve run.
Youre insane.
Oh, Im dying-dead-dying! But Ive never been better. Ive got my blood everywhere, everywhere. Family, family, friends. Who cares-cares? But Im here.
The corpse on the table sat up abruptly, Im there! it sang before collapsing once again.
Im everywhere, Nialls body took to its feet, the tattered half of a shirt fluttering to the floor and revealing a churning mass of blood hard at work knitting together the formerly fatal wound. He shot them a grin, only to have Tara ram the Woundblade straight through his skull, shattering it in a spray of blood.
Well that wasnt nice, the cadaver on the table protested, only to have Tara lop off its head.
Come now, Edwin, the decapitated skull continued, blood slowly seeping from its stump, My fellow seeker of knowledge. Youve bound to have felt limited before, surely? Can you really begrudge me for not wanting to be shoved to the side? I wanted to be connected, wanted to make sure I couldnt be shoved out. And the System provided! Ah, the lovely System.
Youre babbling, Edwin gritted his teeth as Tara cut the chattering head in half, And insane.
Well, perhaps I am, Nialls main body reformed its mouth, only to have Tara destroy it once more, But in my defense, I did just die. My minds a little fritzy, surely you wont hold that against me?
Edwin opened his mouth to respond, but Tara preempted it by chopping Nialls head off once again, tossing this one into the corner of the room.
Do not allow him to distract you from your mission.
He cant distract me from- Edwin frowned, looking at Inion as she floated absently into the room.
...cting weird as well! Oh, I see how it is. You two are just standing around talking even after the guys killed. Dont bother giving me any thought, waiting for you all this time.
Inion, its only been oh, ten minutes. Wow, I kind of expected you to not wait even that long.
She harrumphed, I can be patient. But apparently you were just being all forgetful of me.
Sorry, there was other stuff that kind of took priority in my mind.
Oh? And whats more important than me.
The possible death of everyone in the entire province of Rhothos.
Inion paused, Oh. Well then, couldnt you have warned me?
Edwin shrugged, Sorry?
Good."
"Anyway, what were you saying when you came in?
Oh yeah. People were acting weird.
They were behaving oddly? Oddly in what manner?
She shrugged, I dont know. Just strange. I dont think I can explain it, honestly. Its a fey thing.
Edwin and Tara shared a glance.
Let me catch you up.
Overall, he at least only seems to be able to really get information from one place at a time. He was surprised by us arriving, which means his blood infecting the townsfolk didnt warn him. But we also know he can take control of people that his blood is inside. Or maybe, thats just the result of his experiment and he cant do that to most people? I feel like if it were the case that he could just body-snatch random people there would have been one of his victims that came in here, rather than just some people acting strangely, Edwin finished.
Now we must determine some way to permanently end the man before it gets out of control.
How is it not already out of control?
Because destroying his head slows him down, Tara explained as she mangled the latest skull Niall had regrown before the errant alchemist could sneak even a word in edgewise. However, we must still assume that he is otherwise totally uncontained. Calling in the legions or Emperor Xares himself would do us no good for we do not know all of those who must be slain before the threat is put to rest. We must somehow kill the man himself, and trust that it causes all his vestiges to perish alongside him.
Okay. Well I guess its on me, then. I need to figure out how to kill someone who doesnt even have a body and can regenerate from anything and could be anyone on the continent.
Unfortunately, yes.
Im the only trustworthy person here, anyone else could Edwin sighed and tried to bury his head in his hands, but was stymied by his missing right hand. He suspiciously eyed the puddle of blood that was previously his arm, Identifying it.
Alchemist-Errant
This is my arm. Well, forearm technically. And it recognizes that as distinct! Neat.New novel chapters are published on
It wasnt definite proof, but hed have to take the chance. Of course, if he focused on different criteria when Identifying it he was informed it was part of Niall, but
Edwin wrinkled his nose as he knelt down to the floor, touching his stump to the puddle and using his training from Inion to collect the blood into a hand-shaped red, liquid sculpture. It looked nauseating, and he took a deep breath as he dismissed Feys Caress.
Immediately, he felt the tug of Nialls poison return, trying to infect and convert his blood to the same Skill-infused substance it was made of. Apparently, transforming his hand entirely into Nialls blood suspended any infection going on, probably because there was nothing to infect? Whatever, he was getting distracted.
He still wasnt helpless, though, and now he had even more tools at his disposal. Edwin marshaled his Stamina to the best of his ability and threw it at the tainted blood, running Alchemical Dismantling at full bore.
It collapsed under his assault in mere moments, and he breathed easily as he flexed his newly-reclaimed hand. As Edwin turned back to Tara, he found the Enforcer once again with her sword at his neck.
blight, Tara. Could you like aim at my heart or something? I keep worrying that if I swallow too deeply Ill get my throat cut.
In response, Taras blade flickered to the side of Edwins face and opened up another narrow cut. She Identified his blood, then seemingly content turned her gaze to Edwin properly, You fought it off again?
Yeah. It honestly wasnt as hard as I anticipated, but I dont know how well the average person might manage it.
Uhh, Tara. I think Niall just evolved a Skill.
Tara glanced over, flashed an Identify, and swore, Damnit. Hurry up, Edwin.
I dont know! Its been a really, really long day and my brain isnt exactly running at full capacity! Heck, Im burning Stamina just trying to fully stay awake.
Then sleep, and solve this problem.
How the heck am I supposed to sleep when Im under this much stress?
Figure out something, you worthless Adventurer!
That shut Edwin up well enough, and he retracted into his own mind. He probably could and should sleep, and it wouldnt even be hard- one tug on Sleeping would put him out like a light, that much had never changed- but he needed to know what was happening, he needed to think, to be aware, to
He did have Watchful Rest for that very thing. At level 45, he was essentially half-awake even while fully unconscious, not enough to really pay attention to what was happening and remember but certainly enough to rouse himself at a moments notice.
But he couldnt be useful then, or try to be useful, and if he wasnt useful
Well, I already am a useless adventurer he bitterly thought, Whats sleeping on the job next to that?
Edwin, you should sleep, Rillah added, Your wound still isnt fully healed and youve stretched your Perception to its limits already.
Oh what, do you also think that Im useless so I should just go sit in the corner and get out of the way? Shut up, I dont want or need your help! Unless you can figure out how to kill something that isnt killable, youre useless.
He regretted the words even as he said them, and even said as much but it was still too late, he could tell. The womans eyes fell and she looked away, wandering to the other side of the room, finding great interest in Tara stabbing Niall once again.
I- Im sorry, the words died in his throat. Hed been so close to actually making friends with Rillah, he knew, and then he had to go and throw it all away, I I think I will get some rest. Anyone else?
Nobody acknowledged him. Why would they? He He fought back and crushed the urge to run away- that would be so utterly stupid- but he
Im tired and emotional and stressed. Stop judging peoples intentions when I cant do that at the best of times. No matter how obvious it is, wait for morning.
He didnt want to leave the room, so instead he simply floated into the air and stayed there. Flight required some amount of effort to keep active, but by tying off the Skill with the visualization of a flight potion that was just a massive set of bubbles surrounding him, he found himself able to stay aloft.
The first thing Edwin did when he woke up was check Nialls latest class- Blood Alchemist- and look at his companions. He was very relieved to see that none of them had left, and none of them had the red sheen he associated with infection from Niall.
Tara was swinging her sword with the same amount of fervor as before, having barely moved all night. Rillah was off in the corner, her wings making a cocoon around her as she gently slept, Inion hovered tiredly above Edwin, and Nialls pile of heads was growing uncomfortably large, and had apparently collapsed at some point, the alchemists skulls having tumbled down the labs stairs.
He almost threw up at the sight, the faces in various forms of anger or surprise, though resignation wasnt entirely absent either. Eyes open, eyes closed, sometimes the heads werent even fully regenerated- one had a bit of brain exposed, another had a hideously malformed face.
Ick. Did I miss anything?
Tara mutely pointed to the corpse, indicating Nialls newest Class, and Edwin nodded, idly checking his notifications.
Level Up!
Skill Points 1229 1241
(Alchemy: 101; Stamina Manipulation: 32; 16/25 60-point Paths)
Adaptive Defense Level 6061
Alchemical Analysis Level 5253
Alchemical Dismantling Level 5758
Anatomy Level 5152
Fey's Caress Level 4749
Fresh Air Level 4748
Polyglot Level 7475
Ritual Intuition Level 5758
Skillful Assessment Level 5758
Stamina Manipulation Level 3132
Watchful Rest Level 4546
Ugh. Why did the worst days also have to come with the most skill increases? He actually at least sort of knew the answer to that, but grousing about it almost made him feel better.
Well, new day, new Edwin. He had a job to do, and there was research to be done. While Nialls new Skill was still pulsing uncomfortably, the alchemist also had at least three other new Skills lying dormant from what Edwin could see. The Blood Alchemist must have been continually trying to get new Skills in the hopes that one would let him break out of their current stalemate, and all Edwin could do was hope he found a countermeasure first.
So, how did one analyze a supernatural discontinuous blood entity? Well, first step was a microscope. Months of practice had gotten Edwin fast enough with Sappers Apparatus that he could actually assemble one in a reasonable amount of time, which meant he didnt waste too much time with it. The blood looked like blood. He saw some red blood cells, some stuff that looked like white blood cells, and what was probably dust that had settled in the pool of uncoagulated blood hed extracted his sample from.
Using Alchemical Analysis was no more enlightening, as by every test he could think of about its composition revealed it was just blood. That meant, unsurprisingly, it was a magical effect hed have to deal with, and that was no fun. Well, not technically magical, as Ritual Intuition liked to tell him, but magical as far as the System was, and how his Refined materials were.
Attempting to Refine the blood had definitely been interesting. Pushing the Skill into the blood had a very violent reaction from Niall. It coiled and withdrew, the fluid actively fighting his Skill the more power he tried to push into it. He wasnt even trying to Refine anything in particular, but the blood had charred and congealed when he did overpower it in the end, mana flooding in and killing sells.
Not particularly useful, perhaps, given he could also kill the blood by boiling or burning it, but Edwin still filed away the information in his Almanac for the future.
There was another shift, and Edwin eyed up the regenerating body Tara held next to her. What new class was it this time?
Blooded Alchemist
Oh! Nialls head returned in the blink of an eye, Now that is interest-
Rip
Interesting. it wasnt Nialls voice this time, but the voice of an unfamiliar man shouldering his way into the workshop.
Edwin quickly Identified the newcomer, fearing the worst given the veiny red Skill stretching like a parasite across his entire body.
Blooded Alchemist
Tara hesitated, a moment of indecision before she killed the newcomer proving fortunate as the parasitic Skill retracted and the man sagged, What- What was that?
Experienced Cobbler
You were controlled by an illegal Skill for a few moments, Tara explained, chopping Nialls latest head in half, I am an Enforcer and am working on a solution, but I will require that you stay in the next room over, restrained, until this has resolved. Go sit down.
The man, still in a bit of a daze, complied and collapsed in the corner, holding his head.
Then, the door opened once more, and a new figure walked in both familiar and alien.
Yathal! Youre Youre not Yathal, Rillah sprang to her feet before hesitating and stepping back.
No, the voice that came out of the body was still the same as the young boy that Edwin had been traveling with for so long, but the evil grin plastered upon it was totally incongruous with the shy kid he was familiar with, to say nothing of the strange confidence he carried himself with even away from Kynigos, I most certainly am not. Now, perhaps, will you allow me to heal?
Blooded Alchemist