Cursed Immortality

Chapter 579 Plundering The Dead Island (2)



As the Midgets were busy dismembering the bodies, once one of them was done, he placed its bonny hand on a giant's hand, and red energy began to gush out and condense in a round shape in the Midget's hand. He was forming a life crystal, and the giant was wilting like a dry branch.

'So, after harvesting their organs and blood, they absorbed their life force before they take their last breath. Nothing goes to waste, huh?' Jacob thought with a hint of interest.

He wasn't disgusted by this scene at all; in fact, it intrigued him, and he wanted to know what they were going to do with the blood and organs.

The Midget, who was done harvesting and forming the life crystal, put them all into his space ring before he began to walk toward the exit.contemporary romance

However, when he saw the Midget Wight close to the exit, he stopped and asked, "Why are you back, No.4331?"

"Make him follow him back wherever he's going." Jacob issued a command.

The puppet, No.4331, replied, "I'm waiting for you; let's go together."

"Sure." The other midget replied without thinking much and began to walk out. The puppet followed, and Jacob was right behind them.

This place wasn't worth plundering since Jacob didn't need any living beings right now. Furthermore, even if he wanted to take them as a food source, he had to get rid of those midgets and the Wraiths outside, so he decided to follow these midgets back and see where they were going.

He had yet to find any knowledge about Dark Alchemy, so they had to be stored somewhere extremely secure, and this was the perfect chance to infiltrate this place.

The midget begins to walk in the same direction that the puppet is walking before Jacob intervenes.

"How's your quota coming along?" The midget suddenly asked.

'Why is this skeleton being so chatting?' Jacob furrowed since his ruse would be exposed if he made the puppet talk too much.

Although Autarch can now refine the Dark Beings into his puppets, he can't get their memories like he can do with the living begins. Except for their abilities, Autarch didn't know anything.

"I'm slightly behind. What about you?" The puppet asked.

"Sigh, don't ask. I think I'll die at this rate. I don't understand why his majesty wants so many advanced, unique life pills and bone betterment pills. It had to be something to do with those bastards from the military faction. At this rate, we might really become their personal servants!" His voice was filled with fury and exasperation.

Jacob's eyes shimmered with elation when he heard 'life pills'; this meant he was really on the right track.

"You said it!" The puppet replied, sounding equally exasperated.

"Right? But I don't think his majesty would let it happen. I've heard General Thone is already close to creating the battle soldier, and his majesty personally praised him. Once he succeeds, we won't be any weaker than that empty-brain Aura faction!" The midget stated with a hint of respect and yearning.

At this moment, they stopped at a remote corner of a metal building; there wasn't a door in view. But the chatty midget placed its hand on the wall, and the next moment, runes lit up, and a two-meter passage opened.

Jacob cocked an eyebrow as this place was well hidden, but this passage was quite short for a 20-meter-tall giant like him. Still, he didn't want to miss this chance, and even if he had to crawl, he was going to enter.

Once Jacob's giant body was inside, the opening closed, and he didn't have to crawl for long as this small passage was only thirty meters long. Once they exited it, they appeared in a spacious plaza.

Jacob was astounded when he saw that the plaza was filled with Midget Wights, and there were probably thousands of them. Furthermore, this place was filled with stone tables, and on those tables were small pill furnaces, and those midgets were refining pills collectively without stopping.

This was a massive-scale alchemy operation, and Jacob spotted large wooden boxes beside each working table. They were half filled with glistering crimson pills, and some of them were filled with golden brown pills.

Furthermore, those completely filled boxes were taken away by those midgets towards a large door at the end of the plaza before they returned with an empty box.

'Just how many life medicines are these guys refining, and how many resources do they have?' Jacob was shocked as he wasn't expecting so many life medicines to be refined at such a large scale.

Each of those wooden boxes could hold around a hundred of those pills, and there were thousands of midget refining them and filling those boxes.

The midget, who had no idea that he had led a wolf into their home, began to walk towards an empty table with a number. They were all known by their working table number, and the puppet was the same.

"Get him back. We can't mess up." Jacob gravely commanded as he was glad that he didn't kill those midgets, or it would become apparent quite easily that they had vanished.

After giving Autarch a command, Jacob carefully walked toward the door where all the midgets were taking their filled pill boxes.

He didn't have to wait for long before a midget came with a filled box and the door opened, and Jacob quickly snuck in.

Jacob entered a room filled with crimson and golden-brown wooden chests, and at this moment, the midget opened a chest and emptied the box of pills within, and it was more than half filled.

'Are those chests filled with pills?' Jacob's heart raced slightly as there were hundreds of those chests in this place.

The midget left after emptying the box, but Jacob remained as he mused if he should just take them all or wait for more pills.

At this moment, Jacob heard some movement, and before he could react, the entire room began to tremble and begin to descend.

'Is this entire room a lift?' Jacob mused as he looked up and saw the ceiling getting further away.

Soon, the lift stopped, and a cold voice rang, "Change the pill chests!"

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