Chapter 260: When Earth screams 'neath bloody rain, heavens' cries shake the sky! (3)

Words : 1100 Updated : Oct 3rd, 2025

"Ughhhh!"Several of the women couldn't resist the urge and vomited on the spot, their retching causing Wang Xiao to visibly recoil in disgust. He then turned his attention to Jhenny, who bore her suffering silently, her eyes wide with terror as she gazed upon the gruesome remains of once-living beings before her. "The food lacks some spices," Wang Xiao, still merciless, seemed to have a sudden realization as his eyes locked onto the petrified Jhenny. "Huh?" Jhenny's hands involuntarily shot up into the air before a sharp gust of wind sliced through her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her hand was severed, blood spurting out like a fountain, her disembodied hand floating in front of her as a few twigs and branches twisted together, creating a makeshift place for a small campfire. .... Whooosh! With a loud whoosh, a towering fire erupted, casting a bright glow across the night and illuminating the already terrified faces of those gathered. Like a skewer, two branches skewered her severed hand, suspended in the air above the flames as if to roast it. Crackle... "Haha..." Wang Xiao chuckled as he observed Jenny's terror-stricken expression, her face suddenly appearing aged beyond its years. He then turned to the other eight women, his voice commanding and cold, "Feed her own hands, and I will spare all of you." !!!! His words sent a chill down the spines of everyone present, freezing them in fear. Deciding not to dwell any longer, Wang Xiao quickly departed, leaving the women to face their fate alone. Jenny found herself under the watchful gaze of eight pairs of eyes, once friends now twisted into something more terrifying. "Ahhhhhghh!" "Nnnnoo!" "Ugh!" The cries echoed through the night, filled with horror and desperation. ... A few minutes later, chaos erupted, igniting a brutal brawl that painted an inhumane scene. The perpetrators tore into the now-cooked flesh of their victim's hands, greedily stuffing the gruesome meal into her mouth despite the searing pain that burned their own hands. "Monster..." A whispered accusation hung in the air as one of the survivors, still clinging to life after the brutal assault, dragged her bloody body across the stonned floor, her eyes gazed towards the horrifying spectacle. The shadow of Wang Xiao loomed ominously in their souls, a haunting presence that promised to follow them into the afterlife. The eight alive women who had finally succeeded in forcing Jhenny to consume her own flesh watched in grim silence as she succumbed to death, tears of sorrow streaking her face. Sёarᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. In an instant, the situation took a chilling turn. They realized they were trapped by an unseen force, unable to escape the scalding waters of the fountain that now bubbled with malevolence. "Ahhhh!" Their anguished cries pierced the air as the realization dawned upon them - they had been deceived, and a fate worse than death awaited. The specter of a prolonged and agonizing demise loomed ominously over their souls, casting a shadow that would linger long after their mortal life had been extinguished. ______ "Dispose of their bodies," commanded Wang Xiao from his comfortable seat within the castle's confines, casting a casual glance at Aurora, who appeared bewildered by his directive. "Me?" she asked, her uncertainty palpable. "Cleaning falls under your duties," Wang Xiao reaffirmed. With a resigned smile, Aurora nodded and made her way outside. As she departed, Elara's expression shifted to one of alarm under Wang Xiao's scrutinizing gaze. "Are you curious why my body remains immune to your poison?" he inquired. Elara hesitated before nodding affirmatively. Wang Xiao's smile widened, withholding any insight into his immunity, sending a shiver down Elara's spine. This fear surpassed any she had experienced in the presence of Asmodeous. "Do we have CCTVs in place?" he inquired further. Elara confirmed, "Yes, there are eighteen cameras positioned outside, each corner within, meticulously monitored." "Release the recordings from the outside cameras to select groups awake of existence of guardians, ensuring my face remains concealed," Wang Xiao instructed with a calculated grin. Elara, bewildered by his strategy, soon grasped his intent. Wang Xiao aimed to sow fear so deep that resistance would falter. Amidst this turmoil, chaos unfurled across the globe like a wildfire, consuming all in its path. In the dead of night, the live coverage all across the world shifts to Romania, where an unprecedented horror on the streets below. What began as a routine evening has turned into a scene from a nightmare. Witnesses are reporting, and cameras are confirming, that rain has begun to fall over the city. But this is no ordinary rain; it is, unbelievably, blood. As if torn from the pages of apocalyptic prophecy, this boiling blood rain is scalding everything it touches, casting a crimson shadow over the city. The very fabric of reality seems to warp under the weight of this horror. Buildings, once landmarks of cultural heritage and daily life, now appear as monuments to an unimaginable catastrophe. The immediate effects are horrifying. Reports are coming in of injuries, with the rain melting the skin of those unfortunate enough to be caught unprotected. Emergency services are overwhelmed, issuing urgent pleas for everyone to stay indoors and seal windows and doors as best as they can. Yet, the boiling blood is not merely a physical assailant; it strikes a deeper, more primal fear into the hearts of all who witness it. This catastrophic event, live before eyes, seems like the prelude to the world's end. Experts are at a loss, with meteorologists, scientists, and theologians alike unable to provide explanations for this phenomenon. Speculation runs rampant, with theories ranging from a severe atmospheric anomaly to a sign of divine wrath. As we continue to report on this calamity, the images we broadcast were not for the faint of heart. The streets, illuminated by the eerie glow of this crimson rain, painted a picture of a world teetering on the brink of the abyss. The air, filled with an iron scent, carried the collective fear and uncertainty of a population facing what may well be their darkest hour. In an attempt to find any silver lining, stories of incredible bravery and compassion. Communities are banding together, sharing whatever shelter they can find, while volunteers and emergency responders risk their lives to aid those in distress. But as the night wears on, the question on everyone's lips remains unanswered: why is this happening? And perhaps more importantly, what comes next?

Chapter 260: When Earth screams 'neath bloody rain, heavens' cries shake the sky! (3)

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