Chapter 129: "Coroner" Ciel

"Coroner" Ciel

Ciel looked at the transcendents kneeling neatly before her, almost unable to catch her breath.

This is the surprise you spoke of?

Translate for me, what does ‘surprise’ mean?

“Lady Ciel, don’t worry. They are all trustworthy church members, minimum second-tier. They are my trusted confidants; I personally presided over the baptism for many of them.” Tara seemed to notice the abnormality in Ciel’s mood and quickly explained.

“As for the Church of the Savior Goddess, I also had people create a disturbance outside the city to lure them away. At least for today, no one will disturb you.”

Minimum second-tier...

Damn it!

Ciel felt her brain buzzing.

She didn’t know which misfortune was more terrifying: encountering over a dozen second-tier or higher transcendents at once, or encountering several third-tiers and having it doubled several times by the “Strong Luck Coin.”

But she knew, this tribulation, she likely couldn’t avoid.

The moment she confirmed they were transcendents, Ciel knew her escape route was completely sealed.

She looked at the current system time.

【Future Days】

【Holy Year 741, June 30th, 04:58】

【Countdown – 03:59:59】

Four hours left...

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Ciel raised her hand, silver light flashed from her right hand, and 【Deadly Blood Roland】 appeared in her grasp.

Ciel’s face gradually turned pale, but she showed no hesitation, directly aiming the muzzle at Oppold and quickly pulling the trigger.

Bang—

With muzzle flash and blood mist, a bullet rapidly shot out from the barrel, striking Oppold directly on the forehead.

Clang—

The immense kinetic energy forced Oppold’s head backward uncontrollably, almost to the point of breaking.

But Oppold slowly twisted his head back to the front. The spot on his forehead hit was already armored. The seed-like bullet was embedded halfway, and trickles of blood flowed down from the wound on Oppold’s forehead.

The blood nourished the seed bullet. Tendrils began to spread outwards from the wound on his forehead. At this moment, despair filled Oppold’s heart.

He felt the life energy rapidly draining from his body, his mind racing.

He had no grudge against the young woman opposite him; they had only met once today, and he had yielded the way... Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

Just because he blocked the path for a moment, they orchestrated such a grand spectacle, having the Divine Advent Church hunt him down?

This was simply impossible.

There must be other reasons.

Although he usually offended many people, he was very clear about their backgrounds before offending them. Such a display was beyond the capabilities of any of his enemies.

Thinking about his recent experiences, there was only one possibility.

The young woman before him was the one who sent him letters using suicide messengers.

“It’s you? You’re the one who sent the letters?!” Oppold looked towards Ciel, his voice already somewhat hoarse. “I can give you all the sealed artifacts. I guarantee, after giving you the items, I will leave Ansu immediately!”

“As long as you spare my life! I can give you anything you want...”

Bang—!

Blood was drawn from Ciel’s body. The second round was ready. She fired the second shot without any hesitation.

This shot aimed directly at Oppold’s eyeball.

Pfft—

The bullet plunged directly into his eyeball, embedding itself in his skull. Roots burst forth from the bullet, rapidly burrowing into his brain, absorbing nutrients.

Oppold hadn’t finished his last sentence before falling straight forward, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

Ciel hadn’t expected Tara to possess such power, summoning a group of transcendent cultists to Berren City after just one day away...

She must be mindful of this situation next time... If Tara brought a group of Divine Advent Church transcendent cultists to Berren City in reality, her relationship with the Divine Advent Church would be impossible to clear up.

The thinking of fanatical cultists was truly hard to understand.

Just a simple instruction from her was treated like a holy decree or divine oracle, analyzed over and over, then completed excessively, regardless of cost.

Under normal circumstances, having such a follower or subordinate would be very reassuring... But in the current situation, Tara’s absolute loyalty actually harmed Ciel.

“Have them leave.” A silver light flashed in Ciel’s hand. She looked at Tara standing beside her and said, “Maintain vigilance outside my line of sight. Don’t let me see them.”

“Yes.” Tara nodded, then quickly began directing the others to leave.

Although she didn’t understand why Ciel gave such an order, Mother Goddess must have her reasons for doing so.

Only after those cultists disappeared from sight, leaving only two third-tier transcendent corpses on the ground, did Ciel breathe a sigh of relief.

Having them maintain vigilance outside her field of vision shouldn’t trigger misfortune... As for the rules already violated, Ciel could do nothing.

She could only pray that the cultists guarding the perimeter could help her withstand part of the misfortune.

As long as no meteorites fell, everything was manageable.

“Please wait a moment, Lady Ciel.” Just as Ciel prepared to walk towards the two corpses, Tara beside her stepped forward, ran to a corner of the factory covered with burlap, lifted the long cloth, revealing what lay beneath.

It was a large wooden table capable of holding two people, with numerous tools placed on it.

Daggers, saws, scissors, forceps, scales, measuring cups, etc... Almost everything usable for dissection was prepared.

Besides these, there was also a bottle of potion. Inside the potion was a bright yellow translucent liquid. A shriveled black spider floated in the center of the bottle.

At this moment, Ciel also had a bottle of potion in her pocket, but compared to the one Tara placed on the table, the yellow liquid was murkier, and the spider’s remains were somewhat damaged, supplemented with many other unknown characteristics.

At least visually, the potion on the table was of more perfect quality.

It couldn’t be helped. After all, the bottle Ciel held was just exchanged for chips from Deton Manor. Although usable, the quality couldn’t be guaranteed.

Having a better potion, Ciel wouldn’t refuse.

Four white shadows emerged from the corpses’ shadows, carrying the two bodies towards the wooden table. Ciel also walked towards the table.

After placing the corpses on the wooden table, Tara retreated, watching Ciel from afar, her eyes filled with excitement.

This was definitely a day witnessing history... Unfortunately, the Saintess and the Divine Servant couldn’t be present to see this exciting scene...

And she herself would become part of this history, constantly praised by later generations—in the future where the Divine Advent Church spread throughout the world.

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Ciel’s hand gently brushed across the wooden table with fine cracks. There were mats underneath the table to prevent blood splashing through the cracks from dirtying boots and dresses.

In this era, there was no profession of “forensic examiner.” Police departments didn’t have truly defined coroners either. This role was usually filled by medical experts, or even non-medical personnel like legal professionals or government officials.

To ordinary people, even general detectives, the act of autopsy was filled with sin and curses. Many nobles and detectives called coroners barbarians.

An ordinary coroner couldn’t possibly have such a complete set of professional and detailed equipment. This was likely developed by the Divine Advent Church itself during human research or sacrifices.

Ciel walked along the edge of the wooden table, her fingertips tracing the rough wood, finally stopping her hand on the potion bottle.

Since enough rules had already been violated, might as well directly break the rule of not touching the transcendent. Let the storm come fiercer.

Ciel reached out and grasped the potion bottle. Her warm palm seemed to activate the black spider floating inside.

The bright yellow translucent transcendent characteristic-refined potion was absorbed by the shriveled spider. Its body and abdomen gradually swelled, and the six scarlet compound eyes on its forehead opened under the potion’s effect.

First step, drink the potion first.

The outcome of the stitching would be directly related to the completion rate of her Reconstitution Ritual. Ciel had to be in her best state, striving to succeed in one go.

She took a deep breath, held the potion bottle before her with her left hand, pinched the wooden stopper with her right hand, and slowly pulled it open.

The spider, filled with potion, quickly crawled out of the bottle, instantly crawling up Ciel’s arm to her back. Just as Ciel felt the coolness on the back of her hand, a sharp pain came from her cervical spine.

Following this sharp pain came an intense pain as if being corroded. Ciel’s fingers trembled slightly.

If she had a mirror before her now, she would see the veins all over her body bulging, fluorescent purple blood spreading upwards along her blood vessels, until her cheeks and entire body were covered in blood vessels.

Like being enveloped in a purple spiderweb.

Ciel felt waves of double vision appear before her eyes. Her steps became unsteady, as if instantly transitioning from sobriety to severe intoxication.

She braced her hands on the table, feeling her heartbeat constantly accelerating. At this moment, she felt as if all the heat in her body couldn’t dissipate. Ciel couldn’t help but reach out her right hand to support her left shoulder, only to feel a tearing pain.

This pain instantly sobered her up considerably. Ciel also noticed that under her clothes, the skin she just touched had torn apart in sheets, sticking to the clothes as it pulled away from the muscle.

Reconstitution Ritual... is starting...

This feeling wasn’t too different from the description in the notes. Ciel already began to feel her eye membranes being covered by a layer of pale purple. Coupled with the previous double vision, it affected her judgment of everything before her.

She tremblingly reached for the dagger and walked towards Oppold’s corpse.

Oppold’s head had already been completely eroded by 【Deadly Blood Roland】. His head and face were riddled with holes, definitely unusable.

But his internal organs were fresh enough. Lucy’s corpse was relatively intact. She needed to transplant a well-preserved part of Oppold’s internal organs into Lucy—especially the core characteristic yet to form within Oppold, the heart.

Ciel plunged the dagger directly into Oppold’s chest, making a Y-shaped incision on his chest. Reaching out with both hands, she directly peeled his skin open along the Y-shaped incision, revealing the ribs inside.

Although Ciel had never dissected a human, she had stabbed many people, and herself quite a few times. She knew where the vital parts were; just avoiding those areas was enough.

Sweat continuously seeped from Ciel’s body, making her hands somewhat unable to grip the tools.

She quickly picked up the saw and started sawing at Oppold’s ribs.

Damn “Crown Guard”... Why are the bones still like iron after death...

A drop of sweat, seemingly hearing Ciel’s thoughts, dripped down from her palm.

Sizzle...

The sweat slowly corroded the scarlet ribs connected by blood and bone, creating a hole.

A smell of roasted meat wafted out.

Ciel directly threw away the handsaw and used both hands to pull at Oppold’s ribs.

Sizzle sizzle—

The hard ribs and flesh turned from scarlet to dark red, yellowish, until completely charred black, easily pulled apart by Ciel.

A heart that had stopped beating appeared before Ciel’s eyes.

The heart’s surface was black, smooth like black steel. Touching it revealed a distinct hardness.

She severed the connections between the heart and the body, directly pulling the heart out. Ciel’s gaze continued searching within Oppold’s organs for parts where the potion was still slowly forming.

Piece by piece, skin fragments, muscle tissue, and internal organs were dug out by Ciel’s bare hands.

And Tara, in the distance, watched Ciel under the light, her hands clasped before her, the excited smile on her face never fading for a moment.

The originally complete third-tier corpse was dismembered into pieces by Lady Ciel. Lady Ciel’s hand movements began to slow, but Tara could feel Lady Ciel had fully entered the state.

Seeing Lady Ciel place the completely disfigured corpse onto the bloody wooden table, Tara couldn’t help but take a few steps forward, wanting to carefully observe Lady Ciel’s movements.

Simultaneously, she also heard Lady Ciel’s weak, low mumble.

“No eyes on the back, very dangerous... Hair covers a bit, counts as a normal person, right...”

“So troublesome...”

“Two hearts... If no need to eat, remove useless organs...”

Translucent mucus secreted from Lady Ciel’s hands, sticking those muscles inside the corpse. Under the wriggling of those seemingly alive mucus, those muscles with transcendent characteristics were gathered inside the corpse.

Already capable of using most abilities?

Tara watched the bloody, terrifying scene before her, only feeling waves of nausea.

Although she herself usually was somewhat extreme, she now felt Lady Ciel seemed even more extreme.

After an unknown amount of time, Lucy’s pale corpse twitched slightly. Seeing this, Tara’s eyes lit up.

Almost successful!