However, the speed of the mutation was much faster than Ke Lan had expected!

The headless corpse did not fall down, but stood in place, twitching violently. Countless tiny pink granulations broke through the skin and grew out from all parts of the body.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side. His speed was so fast that before everyone could see clearly his movements, several gray rays had already passed over the missionary's body - at this moment, all the wildly growing flesh granulation tentacles stopped, and the next second, these flesh granulations that originally had a pink texture turned into grayish-white powder and fell to the ground.

It looked as if it had been burned to ashes by some flame that was invisible to the naked eye.

The missionary's body stood still for more than ten seconds before fine cuts gradually appeared on the surface of the body. Then, the whole body broke into dozens of pieces and scattered all over the ground... The piece of flesh that fell the farthest even rolled to Ke Lan's feet.

The person who made the move was naturally Asano Akira, but what made Ke Lan curious was that the blade held by Asano Akira had a lot of wavy light gray lines on it. These light gray lines looked as if they were one with the blade itself, as if the blade had already looked like this when it was cast - but Ke Lan knew very well that Asano Akira's previous blades did not have such patterns.

Coupled with the knife's deadly killing power against the seeds of erosion, the origin of these gray lines becomes obvious.

"Asano, your knife...could it be..."

"You have a sharp eye!" The old dog's voice came from behind. "You brought back a lot of stone spikes. There were still a lot left after the operation. Layton took a small piece to do experiments. It turned out that this kind of stone has properties similar to metal materials under high temperature environment... Later, at the initiative of Asano Akira, Layton melted a stone spike into his battle blade, and it became what it is now."

Finding a way to analyze the materials of stalagmites and stone cones was one of the tasks Ke Lan left for them before they entered the sanatorium. However, Ke Lan did not expect that Layton would apply it to actual combat weapons so quickly, which really surprised him.

After all, good steel should be used on blades - the threat posed to the Seeds of Erosion by the few of them holding roughly processed stone spikes and stalagmites and Asano Akira holding a battle blade made of the same material were completely different levels.

Originally, he thought he would face a tough battle, but who knew it could be solved so easily. Ke Lan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, pulled over a chair next to him, and sat down.

"Liao Zilang! Layton! Clean up this place, don't leave any corner untouched. Remember to wear protective clothing, don't let the rotten meat get on it! Gather all these things together and pile them in the freezer first." After the old dog finished speaking, he turned around and asked Ke Lan, "What's going on with this guy? Where did you meet him?"

"On the train on my way back, this guy shamelessly insisted on preaching to me—" Ke Lan said, glancing at the pieces of meat on the ground.

"Then what?"

"At first I thought he was a charlatan, but then I accidentally discovered that he had a badge tattooed on his wrist."

"Is that so?" Layton, wearing protective clothing, squatted on the ground, holding a severed wrist in his hand. On the wrist was the emblem tattoo that Ke Lan had mentioned.

"This pattern... why does it look familiar to me?" The old dog narrowed his eyes and rubbed the stubble on his chin vigorously.

"Remember the exile settlement? The door curtain at the entrance of the priestess's house is exactly the same." Ke Lan did not keep the secret and pointed it out directly.

"Shit! If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten about it. It's true!" The old dog slapped his thigh, "Is this guy in the same group as those people in the settlement?"

"Nine out of ten." Ke Lan nodded. "They should be an organization, or a sect, believing in some 'great true god'... and I estimate that there should be a lot of high-level believers whose bodies are infected with the seeds of corrosion... It seems that the Ark is in big trouble."

"I remember that you mentioned this true God when you were exchanging secret signals with the two men in black. What on earth is this true God?"

"I don't know either..." Ke Lan shook her head slightly, "But I suspect that this true god might be a deity believed in by the Alpha civilization."

"The gods believed in by the Alpha civilization?" The old dog was a little stunned. "Then how did this group of people believe in them? The writing of the Alpha civilization has not been deciphered so far, and no one can see the documents they left behind... Although we have discovered many religious buildings such as temples and altars in the ruins of the Alpha civilization, but..."

"We still know nothing about the beliefs of the Alpha civilization." Ke Lan continued with Old Dog's words, "But, Old Dog, have you ever thought about a question?"

"What's the problem?"

"What if among these guys who call themselves believers...someone can understand the writing of Alpha Civilization?"

"How is this possible... This... This is actually possible!" The old dog subconsciously wanted to reject it, but after thinking about it carefully, he made a sharp turn - the text of the Alpha civilization cannot be deciphered. This is just the current stage of human cognition, just like in ancient times, humans never believed that they could fly in the sky like birds.

If there really is someone who has the ability to decipher the Alpha script, it is possible to develop a proper religious organization with the help of the relics left behind by the Alpha civilization.

"What should we do with this pile of rotten meat?" asked the old dog.

"Freeze it first... and find a chance to get rid of it later." Ke Lan knew that the most appropriate way to deal with it was undoubtedly to hand it over to the Security Bureau, but the problem was that if the body was handed over to the Security Bureau, they would not be able to explain how they killed this Seed of Corrosion... There were too many secrets involved in the stalagmite, and leaking it out would only bring disaster.

"That's all we can do."

The most convenient way to deal with it is to throw the pile of body parts directly into the incinerator for non-recyclable garbage, but considering the possibility of high-risk pollution, it is best to send it away from the Ark - with such a powerful support as the Soma Group, all Ke Lan and the others need is a suitable opportunity.

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