Rust - Chapter 892



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RUST [RUST]-892

Hee-yeon, who had been chasing the cannibal from afar, suddenly calmed down the black horse when it started to squirm.

“why?”

Purrung-

“He suddenly disappeared? Any traces?”

Purururung-

At the sound of a spur, wondering if there would be any traces left when the snowstorm was this heavy, Hee-yeon poked the black horse’s side with her spur.

“Do you remember where the direction is? The place where the last sound disappeared. Let’s go there.”

Heeeeeeling-

How far did it go?

A faint voice heard through the heavy, pouring snowstorm.

“Did you just hear that? Did you hear that?”

Nod-

Hee-yeon and Heuk-ma approached quietly. Having been chasing cannibals for over three months, they were definitely skilled at camping and the ability to stalk while hiding their presence.

‘I’ve heard that voice somewhere before.’

It definitely doesn’t sound like the voice of a knife-wielding cannibal.

Still, it’s strange to hear human voices in a blizzard with temperatures of minus 20 to 30 degrees Celsius.

Bam-

“Two people?”

Purung-

The black horse nodded his head.

“Okay. Quietly. Let’s go slowly.”

Purur-

As we gradually narrowed the distance, a sound was heard, half-buried in the snow. It was definitely the sound of two people talking. And it was a voice they both knew.

‘Kisun and the King?’

Although officially a king, Maru was affectionately called King or Him. Gi-sun’s story was something she also continued to worry about.

Perhaps it was a heavenly punishment that those who were resurrected as clones had to endure. In a world that had changed as it was now, it might become a really important issue.

Hee-yeon used the link to check if the sisters had arrived at the midpoint safely. She had the feeling that they had all arrived without any problems and had finished supplying supplies.

‘Here? It’s okay.’

The link was more like a soliloquy or a feeling than telepathy. It was almost one-sided, not two-way.

‘You don’t have to come. Just rest there.’

That’s why I declared that even if they were clones, if they had a clear personality, they would be considered human, but the U+ sisters were not included in that category. That’s because they were half-living androids.

‘It’ll be difficult for everyone to express their personality.’

Hee-yeon sometimes thought of Naruzu. They were Busan-like, crazy, and a bit crazy. But they weren’t completely crazy. What should I say about that unique, chaotic atmosphere? I guess I’m jealous of them.

In some ways, the story of Maru and Gisun was a heavy topic, but in other ways, it was a story that could just pass by.

However, since there was an entity with the exact same genes as me, I felt strange that I could die here.

This was especially true for her, who was born as Director Yu’s clone, but declared that she was not Director Yu. However, the Black Horse seemed different.

Purung- Purung

You’re not even kids, you’re fighting? The black horse snorted.

“I told you, we’re not fighting.”

And Maru and Ki-soon’s gaze on the screen turned towards her and the black horse.

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Maru’s eyes looked like human eyes from afar, but up close, they were a little different. The difference was even more evident because the black horse was a horse.

As a black horse that had fought dozens of human-eating humans, he was a veteran, so he trembled with a sense of crisis that made him stiffen from his mane to the tip of his tail.

Purrung-

Let’s run away.

The black horse unconsciously wanted to run away. Hee-yeon put the carrot she had prepared in the black horse’s mouth with an expression that said, ‘Why is he like this?’

Ododo-ododok- The sight of the black horse chewing on a carrot and watching Maru’s reaction made Hee-yeon feel slightly nervous, thinking, ‘He’s not the type of person to do something like that without thinking.’

“You came all the way here chasing a cannibal?”

“Yes? Yes.”

Chunks of meat scattered on the floor.

Small pieces of debris and entrails told of the cannibal’s final fate.

“You tracked well without losing direction even though a blizzard was coming.”

“Ah- yes- thank you.”

I don’t know if it was the right situation or the right atmosphere to say ‘thank you’, but Hee-yeon found herself expressing her gratitude without realizing it. She felt like she had to do something.

“You said that blood clot went into the black horse?”

“Yes? Okay. I will send you the relevant information now.”

Hee-yeon responded quickly. She had added the details of the fight with the cannibals a little while ago to the footage she had already reported.

Maru’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked at the 3D monitor floating in the air. This was as he looked at the scene where the blood clots were stuck to the warlock’s wounds and the blood drops flowing from the wounds where the cannibal stabbed the warlock’s side and stomach spread out like tentacles.

“Blood is life. He who controls blood controls life.”

“······.”

“Don’t you think his doctrines are too similar to what a vampire would say? Oh, and have you not yet seen the material on the vampire who tried to take over the Canadian Confederation?”

“I only received the results.”

As Maru’s gaze turned to the black horse, the crunch- crunch- sound of chewing carrots suddenly stopped.

“The vampire’s blood was weakly contagious, but the cult’s blood was as influential as a parasite.”

The cult shared his blood with people. Those who received his blood were able to see effects such as healing their wounds, rejuvenation, and enhanced physical abilities by draining the lives of others.

As a result, the people who lived in the Old East Village had a stronger vitality than the average person and had no qualms about exploiting the vitality of others.

It was true that those who kept their conscience and morals were rare in the world of the end, but they were not so enthusiastic about sacrificing living people and draining their blood. However, they were all the same.

Why would that be?

Why did they all go mad and search for living sacrifices?

Could it be that the blood of some parasite has changed people’s personalities?

It is more common than you might think for a host infected with a parasite to change its behavior, attitude, or personality.

For example, if you are infected with a parasite, you may unconsciously feel close to the parasite host and bring it food. You may also fight on behalf of the parasite host to protect it.

The symptoms get worse and worse, and he ends up spending most of his salary on parasite hosts, eventually devoting his life to collecting and breeding parasite hosts.

It was a story that was treated as an urban legend because scientific evidence was weak, but now, in a world where something beyond science was actually manifesting, it was difficult to simply say, ‘No. It can’t be true.’

What if the blood of a cult member is contagious like a parasite?

So what if the warlock later spreads parasitic blood, and those infected with that blood form a force centered around the warlock as its host?

What should I do?

Maru’s cold eyes asked Hee-yeon. Hee-yeon, who was barely able to hold back the sudden hiccup, squeezed out her voice.

“I guess I need to get a thorough examination.”

“Is it really necessary to conduct a detailed examination and give some room for it?”

Hee-yeon shook her head at Maru’s gaze, which seemed to be saying, ‘Wouldn’t it be better to dispose of it cleanly and create a new clone?’

“But we are still comrades.”

“Comrade.”

“A comrade infected with parasites.” Hee-yeon appealed to Maru’s monologue.

“You might find a way to control it. Blood powers are good powers. If you can handle them well….”

“I understand what you mean.”

The implied meaning behind Maru’s words, “I understand.” Hee-yeon instinctively realized that it meant, “If you know, then you are responsible for it.”

And then the terrible horror of murder? The fear of death?

Hee-yeon’s body reacted like a squirrel, according to the experience of Director Yoo and several experts. It was truly a movement that reached the limit of human ability, but it was not enough to completely avoid the vines of death.

The vines of death wrapped around the knife swept across her thighs. Crack- Blood spurted out, and Hee-yeon’s legs gave out as death passed by.

Iron Puck-

She sat down and looked at the floor with a vain expression. Maru’s gaze, with a surprisingly calm expression, was directed at the black horse.

Heeeeeeling-

As the vines of death attacked Hee-yeon, a large wound gaped open on the body of the black horse that reacted. Swish- Blood spurted out from the gaping wound, creating red tentacles.

The red tentacles of blood swung in all directions as if fighting against the vines of death. The result was one-sided. The form lost its vitality and collapsed the moment it was entangled with the vines of death.

The blood drops that touched death turned dark red, and even turned into scabs or blood stains. In an instant, the life force of the black horse began to disappear.

Die?

I want to live.

I don’t have enough blood.

I can’t die.

I don’t have enough life.

I need blood.

I want to live.

I need life.

I want to live.

Blood. Blood. Blood.

Life···.

The black horse smelled fresh blood. What came into view was a female human lying on the ground with a wound on her thigh.

Bloom.

It’s life.

Red tentacles sprouted from the black horse’s wounds, stretching out towards life, thirsting for blood.

“no!”

With a sharp voice, the human female’s appearance changed into that of her partner. The black horse, with a flash of consciousness, twisted its body to stop the outstretched vein.

The once strong muscles had withered and became weak. Only after turning halfway around did the tentacles of blood reaching out towards Hee-yeon lose their strength.

A longing that buzzes in my head.

A thirst for fresh life and blood.

The black horse shook its head and cried loudly.

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—

After a long, drawn-out sound, the black horse fell down with a thud. What it saw was the sight of its partner crawling towards it, blood dripping down his thigh.

Pu-purur-

‘Don’t come.’

The black horse, completely dried up, could not make any more sound.

Maru, who had been watching, made a decision.

It’s not a pass…

“Hmm- a reprieve.”

[Are you a devil?]

Ki-sun’s voice stood out.

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Maru’s judgment was cool.

[Are you a devil?]

“What about the devil.”

The black horse foal was clearly blinded at first. It seemed to have come to its senses at Hee-yeon’s screams… But wasn’t that all because it was watching?

“It ended like that because there were eyes watching over it. Imagine if there weren’t any. Would it have ended well then?”

[······.]

In a world where humans offer humans as sacrifices, it was difficult to say for sure that horses would not covet human life and blood.

“And that black horse guy. He tried to fight.”

[······.]

Ki-sun was lost in thought while listening to Maru’s story.

“It feels more accurate to say that he tried to resist death, but… Anyway, it would be better to start by considering the fact that he didn’t do anything like other animals because he was the god of death.”

First, we need to determine whether that is a characteristic unique to warlocks or due to blood parasites.

[So how long are you going to watch?]

“Before moving to the floating city.”

In the meantime, I’ll have to watch over you while we go together.

“I’ll take the kids down and come back.”

[I told you to eat a proper meal and rest before you go. Don’t just eat canned food.]

There was no way that the one who sent the cannibal could have known about the current situation here. Since the head and part of the upper body were still alive, it would not have been able to convey anything to the higher entity when it died.

“We have to wipe them out before they feel uncomfortable.”

[Ha- Then you’re leaving right now?]

It was right to go as quickly as possible while the information I extracted was fresh.

“Oh. It won’t take long. Stop nagging.”

[What are you complaining about… Are you going to go with U+? I’ll send a supply ship right away. Take that and go.]

Maru, who had treated Heeyeon and Heukma’s wounds, nodded.

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The man who sent the knife-wielding cannibal was a vampire in Kansas.

He was one of the vampires known as the 12 Nobles, and maintained his power based on a rather unique ruling power.

‘A unique dominance.’

Only those with powers can awaken their abilities. Cannibals and vampires were unable to awaken various abilities. However, as the rules of the world changed, cannibals and vampires also began to awaken some sort of abilities.

A typical example is the vampire count who tried to take over the Free Canadian League. As befitting his name as a vampire, he gained the ability to move blood. A world where people’s thoughts, names, and references affect reality.

‘An attractive vampire.’

The elegant white airship headed south.