Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings-Chapter 222 - 216: The Triune Monster

Deceitful King Faction Headquarters.

Inside a secret chamber.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

From a special metal chamber, intense metal crashing sounds were heard.

Amidst the metal crashing, there were faint sounds of chains dragging on the ground, "clanging" and "clattering".

This special metal chamber was where Yang Jing was imprisoned.

However, most of the time now, the ones controlling this body were the Demon Flood Dragon and the Demon Tiger, rather than Yang Jing himself.

A few days ago, he was sent by the Ghost Leader to attack a shelter near Peng City, due to having killed too many Life Pattern Masters.

Absorbing so much blood essence from these Life Pattern Masters sent the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger into a frenzy, utterly suppressing Yang Jing's consciousness.

Once the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger entered a frenzied state, they could no longer distinguish friend from foe, attacking anyone they saw.

Thus, the Ghost Leader bound him with specially made metal chains, confining him in this chamber.

"Tap."

"Tap, tap."

At this moment, footsteps could be heard outside the chamber.

At the end of the corridor, an employee of the Deceitful King Faction was walking towards the chamber, carrying a bucket in each hand.

These buckets certainly did not contain water, but human blood.

Moreover, it was all fresh blood from Life Pattern Masters.

Currently, the Life Pattern Masters of the Deceitful King Faction donated blood daily to nourish Yang Jing.

Reaching the chamber, the Deceitful King Faction staff, much like a zookeeper feeding wild beasts,

carefully opened the small metal window designed for feeding and handed the two buckets through the small window.

Then, he swiftly shut the window and stepped back.

Before, inside the chamber, the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger controlled this body, furiously attacking the metal walls.

All over the chamber's metal walls were dragon claw and tiger paw prints, the entire wall was dented and full of marks, in a gruesome state.

Once the human blood arrived, upon smelling the sweet and intoxicating aroma, the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger immediately ceased their attack on the walls.

Evidently, their obsession with fresh blood temporarily brought them a bit out of their frenzy.

Now, Yang Jing, the Demon Flood Dragon, and the Demon Tiger shared one body, in a three-headed, six-armed state.

Yang Jing's head and two hands were in a state of slumber.

The Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger simultaneously picked up a bucket each, then tilted their heads back to pour the fresh blood into their mouths.

The motion was almost exactly the same, completely in sync. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Gulp."

"Gulp, gulp."

A series of "gulping" sounds arose, the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger were like Zhu Bajie eating a Ginsengfruit.

The flavor hadn't even been savored before the fresh blood was gone.

"Plop."

"Plop, plop."

This time, the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger once again acted identically.

Both extended their large, scarlet tongues to lick the buckets clean, not wasting a single drop of fresh blood.

"Clang."

"Clang."

After licking the buckets clean, the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger threw the buckets aside.

Then, they simultaneously let out roars.

"Roar!"

"Roar! Roar!"

After waves of roaring, came the sound of angry curses.

"Why has the amount of blood decreased again? You lowly humans, how dare you shortchange our blood! Do you want to die?"

Hearing the enraged roars and curses of the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger, the person responsible for feeding them trembled in fright.

Shortchange their blood?

What could he use it for?

Making duck blood vermicelli soup, or making blood-braised dishes?

These things, human blood couldn't make!

To say he shortchanged their blood, wasn't that pure nonsense?

"No shortchanging, absolutely no shortchanging."

"Human blood, it would be useless for me to shortchange it!"

"It's an order from the Ghost Leader, only a third of a bucket of blood can be supplied daily," the person in charge of feeding explained.

Originally, when they had just awakened, the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger were supplied with a bucket of fresh blood each day.

A few days ago, didn't they absorb too much blood essence and fall into a frenzied state?

Thus, one bucket was reduced to half a bucket.

Lately, as their frenzied state hadn't eased, half a bucket became a third of a bucket.

In the Deceitful King Faction, no one dares to defy the orders of the Ghost Leader.

Whatever the Ghost Leader says, they do.

However, in their berserk state, the Demon Flood Dragon and the Demon Tiger pay no heed to any of this.

Ghost Leader or not, they couldn't care less.

"What kind of crap Ghost Leader, let him come over!"

"I will suck his blood dry!" the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger cursed loudly.

The people outside ignored the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Dragon, letting them curse all they wanted.

Yet, after more than ten minutes, the cursing in the secret chamber stopped.

Even the previously intense metallic clashing sounds disappeared.

The staff standing at the door of the secret chamber, curious about the situation inside, opened the feeding window slightly and peeked inside the chamber.

In the center of the chamber lay a behemoth in an extremely twisted position.

The tiger head and flood dragon head of the behemoth hung limply, and below it was a large pool of bright red blood.

Dead?

Could it be that the blood just now was poisoned?

"Something's wrong!"

"Something's happened, something's happened!" The guard at the door, seeing this scene, panicked immediately, quickly called a few nearby people, and swiftly opened the secret chamber door to check the situation.

"Clatter."

"Clatter, clatter."

As soon as these guards entered the secret chamber, the chains binding the monster moved, entangling them within.

Immediately, the beast on the ground leaped up, the large pool of blood on the ground was reabsorbed back into its body.

The monster used the chains to wrap around these guards, delivering them to the flood dragon head and the tiger head, and then, they opened their gaping mouths, targeting the guards' necks, and began to voraciously suck their blood.

In less than two or three minutes, all the guards who had rushed into the chamber were sucked into dry corpses.

Thankfully, the chains kept it locked, preventing it from rushing out of the chamber.

At this time, more guards arrived from afar, quickly closing the chamber door to prevent the monster from escaping and harming people.

Just now, the Demon Dragon and Demon Tiger had discussed, they deliberately pretended to be dead to trick these guards into entering, and then sucked their blood.

Unexpectedly, these guards fell for it once more.

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Deceitful King Faction.

Office of the Ghost Leader.

"Bang."

The office door was roughly opened, and Feng Wuji stormed in angrily, complaining to the Ghost Leader: "Ghost Leader, what kind of monster have you created!"

"That monster cannot be controlled at all. If you ask me, we might as well kill it."

The Ghost Leader looked at Feng Wuji and asked, "Old Feng, what happened to make you so upset?"

"Sigh!" Feng Wuji sighed, recounting the recent incident: "Just now, that monster played dead, luring a few guards into the secret chamber."

"A total of six guards, sucked into dry corpses."

"Ghost Leader, this isn't a solution! Now it can't tell friend from foe, killing anyone it sees. If it loses control, we'll be the first to suffer."

"Keeping it locked up like this serves no purpose!"

At this point, Feng Wuji whispered, "Ghost Leader, there's one more thing."

"Constantly draining the blood of our Life Pattern Masters is causing discontent among many of them."

"If this continues, morale will dissipate and the team will become difficult to manage!"

"We can't chill the hearts of our people just for the sake of this monster! If you ask me, we might as well kill it!"

This monster, a three-in-one composed of Yang Jing, Demon Flood Dragon, and Demon Dragon, needs blood for sustenance.

However, in theory, it could hunt for itself.

But now that it's out of control, if released, the Deceitful King Faction would surely suffer first.

So, it could only be locked in the secret chamber, and fed daily.

Goodness, you guys are more ruthless than Brother Dao! Having people give blood daily.

The problem is, even the body of a Life Pattern Master can't withstand daily bloodletting!

After hearing Feng Wuji's words, the Ghost Leader's face also turned somber.

This is indeed a troublesome matter!

The loss of control of this monster was actually beyond his expectations.

Kill it?

To kill such a valuable trump card would really be too much of a pity.

"We must find a way to awaken Yang Jing's consciousness, to let Yang Jing take the lead and control this body!" The Ghost Leader contemplated for a while and said.

Compared to the inherently evil spirits of the Demon Dragon and Demon Tiger, Yang Jing is obviously more controllable.

Of course, the reason for his confidence in controlling Yang Jing is that the Ghost Leader has leverage over Yang Jing.

"Do you have the confidence to awaken Yang Jing?" Feng Wuji asked.

In the Ghost Leader's view, Yang Jing fell asleep simply because his subconscious doesn't want to wake up.

"There's a fifty percent chance, let's go have a look at the situation in the secret chamber first!" The Ghost Leader said, standing up and walking out of the office.