Beast Taming: My Intelligence System Chapter 926 - 574: Deceit Realm Survivor Camp

As they conversed, the Shadow Ghost guided Ye Bai towards a survivor settlement.

This refuge, it was said, had been erected by individuals who managed to break free from the dominion of the malevolent entities.

Ye Bai harbored a desire to witness firsthand how these survivors managed their existence in the untamed wilderness and the methods they employed in establishing their camp.

However, just as they neared their destination, the glow of fires within the camp and the echoing sounds of fierce screams reached their ears.

"The eerie forces are assaulting us! Quickly, let's channel our powers!"

Upon hearing this, a profound curiosity stirred within Ye Bai.

"Let us proceed and draw nearer to observe how these people confront the encroaching eerie forces."

Ye Bai recognized the need to locate a suitable moment to integrate with these survivors, ideally when they were facing dire peril.

"Ding ding ding."

A distinct ringing sound emanated from a bell being struck, signaling the incursion of the eerie forces.

A multitude of individuals promptly sought cover.

Some commenced the mobilization of their own eerie objects to engage the attackers.

A charred cadaver, its face contorted into a grotesque grin, parted its lips and emitted a hollow laugh.

"Fortune smiles upon me today, as I stumble upon a wild survivor encampment."

"Your very essence shall serve as sustenance for my progression."

"The combined aroma of blood and flame is an intoxicating delight to me."

"To stand against me, the Burning Frank, in your current state, reveals a peculiar sort of valor."

The Burning Frank raised a hand and, with a snap of his fingers, conjured a horde of blackened, smoldering skeletal figures.

"Arise, my spectral legionaries ablaze! Embrace these mortals with your fervent heat, and usher them into your unholy ranks!"

[Name: Fiery Undead Warrior]

[Gender: Male]

[Attribute: Fire/Dark]

[Trait: Flame of Resentment: Contact with the ghost fire inflicts an immediate burning condition upon the foe.]

[Level: Tier Four, Level Five]

[Mastered Skills: Flaming Chain (Mastery): This ability allows for the condensation of a lengthy, flaming chain, enabling rapid strikes that immobilize an opponent and inflict a persistent burning effect. Fiery Prison (Skilled): The user's body becomes wreathed in Purgatory Fire, which, upon contact with an adversary, envelops them and induces a searing sensation that burns the very soul. Hellfire (Mastery): This skill involves summoning innate flames to assault the target, with the flames possessing the power to incinerate the opponent's soul upon contact. Magma Arrow (Skilled): The user can expel a searing projectile crafted from molten magma towards their opponent. Flaming Spear (Mastery): By channeling power into both hands, a flaming spear is formed and hurled at the enemy, inflicting burns upon impact.]

[Evaluation: A puppet forged from defeated adversaries. The proliferation of these constructs enhances Frank's overall might!]

A look of exhilaration and anticipation spread across the Burning Frank's visage.

The greater the number of fiery undead warriors under his command, the more potent his own strength became.

He was but a single step away from attaining the rank of a Crimson Ghost, requiring only the acquisition of a specific 'heart' to complete his advancement.

Furthermore, this vital 'heart' had to be procured from an outlying survivor encampment, a mandate set forth by the Deceit King, a rule universally observed.

"You ought to capitulate; your strength is insufficient, profoundly so. Even with the invocation of eerie powers, you remain no match for me; rather, you risk succumbing to the eerie forces and being reborn as one of them."

"My sole desire is for your flesh; I have no need for those corrupting, eerie influences."

Frank's voice rasped, coarse as if his throat had been scoured by smoke.

Subsequently, Frank advanced with deliberate, measured steps.

"No! This is the sanctuary we painstakingly constructed; I shall never permit its desecration."

"Ghost Hand, activate."

A man, appearing to be in his forties, emerged from the heart of the camp.

He activated the Ghost Hand affixed to his arm, which immediately pulsed with darkness, morphing into a spectral appendage adorned with a multitude of watchful eyes.

At this precise moment, Ye Bai could perceive the man's actions, noting a considerable augmentation in both his physical prowess and swiftness.

"I informed you, you are not my equal."

Dark flames erupted from the hand of the Burning Frank.

"Converse no further, accept my assault, Tear Ghost Claw!"

The colossal Ghost Hand lunged forward, piercing directly into Frank's chest.

Flames then spilled from the ruptured cavity of Frank's chest, cascading onto the man's Ghost Hand.

"Ahhh!"

The agonizing sensation of being consumed by inferno spread through the entirety of the man's being.

A furious cry, emanating from the deepest recesses of his throat, escaped him.

"Frank, Frank!"

A wave of darkness surged around the man, and his eyes blazed with an unyielding conviction.

"I toiled tirelessly to establish this haven, and I shall not permit you to shatter it!"

"Deceit Transformation, imbue me."

The man removed the Sacred Object from his chest and cast it aside.

This Sacred Object possessed the capability to suppress the subconscious influence of the Ghost Hand, thereby retarding the man's ongoing metamorphosis.

As soon as the Sacred Object was discarded, eldritch patterns erupted across the man's face, and his eyes turned a vivid crimson.

His pallid skin became covered with a profusion of large eyes, and a pair of sinister, bone-like hands materialized from his back.

"Frank, you have driven me to this extreme."

At this juncture, the man's cognitive faculties appeared to be under the sway of the reawakening, eerie forces.