Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1121: Chapter 420: King’s Order Immortal Aptitude: The Myriad Prostrate Fiend-Beasts! (2)

The sound of gears meshing was as dense as a sudden rain, levers pounding like an iron hammer repetitively. The right calf began to swell rapidly once more, the chaotic aura spreading outward, gradually carrying a hint of danger.

Ban Ji gasped for breath, drenched in sweat.

The whispers in his ears grew stronger, while the runes in front of him became so dense they occupied his entire field of vision, with only a few remaining gaps quickly disappearing.

In a moment of crisis, Ban Ji relied on his last shred of clarity to form seals with his hands.

Divine Arts—Blind Fool!

A thick plume of gray smoke descended out of nowhere, enveloping Ban Ji.

The gray smoke rapidly converged, transforming into a bone china-like gray-white shackle that pierced through Ban Ji’s upper body, with two chains extending from his eyes into his brain, and then piercing out from his ears.

The Divine Arts quickly took effect.

The bizarre runes in Ban Ji’s vision seemed to be covered in a hundred layers of grease, becoming utterly blurred.

Over half of the bloodshot threads in his eyes diminished, his pupils scattered, turning gray-white, with saliva mixed with traces of blood dribbling from his grinning mouth onto the floor tiles.

The unbearable itching from before receded like a tide, while the suppressed sharp pain, though rising, remained difficult for Ban Ji to perceive in this state.

The wound remained untreated, but the bleeding had stopped, all because the flesh around the wound had turned into brass-like mechanical armor plates.

Ban Ji lay in the pool of blood, his right leg from the knee down empty and vacuous. He grinned foolishly, his ten fingers still dug deeply into the floor tiles, his nails entirely flipped.

Meanwhile, his severed leg continued to tremble ceaselessly, its shape like a bubble, constantly expanding then shrinking, its exterior ever-changing in bizarre fashions.

The severed leg eventually turned into an enormous mass akin to a carriage cabin, filled with various mechanical components. They were mixed together in a chaotic mess, yet somehow able to operate.

Boom.

A soft sound, as from one side of this ugly and strange mechanical monstrosity, a humanoid mechanical hand suddenly extended.

The hand was still smeared with a mysterious gel, its fingers tapping on the floor tiles, and after some exploration, it turned directly like a snake sensing its prey, heading straight for Ban Ji’s body.

But its momentum came to an abrupt halt in the next instant.

It was dragged down by the enormous mechanical monstrosity behind it, limiting its range significantly.

Yet the hand did not relent, driven by a beast-like desire from its source, struggling to drag its massive frame toward Ban Ji’s body.

Initially, it did not budge an inch.

But soon, its torso trembled slightly, shedding various broken mechanical fragments that attached to the hand, gradually enlarging it.

The hand slowly gained strength, indeed moving incrementally closer to Ban Ji’s body.

After 30 minutes.

The Blind Fool Divine Skill reached its limit, and the condensing gray smoke shackle dissipated back into gray smoke.

Ban Ji regained his sanity, abruptly opening his mouth to gasp for big breaths.

The sharp pain struck like an iron spike, piercing heavily into his nerves, but only pain without the itching sensation thrilled the experienced Ban Ji to ecstasy.

He suppressed the sharp pain, swiftly checking himself and scanning his surroundings.

A gigantic, bizarre mechanical monster seemed to stare down at him. The hand was already big as a python, within an arm’s distance from Ban Ji.

Yet it remained motionless, stopped in place, devoid of any aura.

Ban Ji’s heart skipped a beat, followed by a pale smile emerging on his face.

The smile quickly expanded, eventually resounding with a smug laughter of survival.

”This time, my Immortal Aptitude activated; I successfully got through it!”

The Myriad Prostrate Fiend-Beasts.

This Immortal Aptitude made Ban Ji unique since childhood.

Initially, the activation intervals of The Myriad Prostrate Fiend-Beasts were long, and the reasoning it imbued to Ban Ji was negligible.

As a child, Ban Ji merely thought he was having nightmares.

But upon starting school, he showed an almost intuitive understanding in the cultivation of Mechanical Techniques.