Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic - Book 3: Chapter 71: Mummies Nest

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The nest, as it turns out, is indeed full of mummies. What I wasn’t expecting though was for it to be a giant underground cavern.

Aren’t mummies supposed to be in pyramids?

“Well, the evolved mummies do sometimes live there in groups, but not the regular ones,” Tar says as I casually rip out the throat of another mummy, not really caring about the creature’s rather pathetic attempts to attack me, seeing as it’s an entire one hundred levels below me. Just class II.

And why are the demons here so weak?

“You do realize that if these ‘weak demons’ were to be let loose on Earth, they’d kill thousands of people?” Tar comments, but I stand by my statement. These demons are weak.

Tar sighs as I continue walking through the tunnel of the cave system I’m in while in my beast form, tearing apart any mummy I find with ease in my search for Class III mummies.

“You’ll find the Class III ones deeper in,” Tar comments with a sigh, making me smile before I start moving faster through the tunnel.

In that case, let’s go!

After slaughtering mummies so low leveled they don’t give me any EXP for a few hours while traversing through the web of tunnels that is way too large to be natural, I finally find some sort of structure down here with a large circular sliding door. One that I kind of ignore to punch through it, smashing the door without trying to figure out how to unlock the thing after finding it locked.

“Brute,” I hear Tar whisper, making me raise a brow and try to speak, only to remember that I can’t in beast form.

You’re banned from sitting on me for a day.

“Wait, no!” Tar exclaims, but I ignore him as I focus solely on the Class III mummies that are rushing, or rather lumbering towards me from inside of the structure.

Finally! Some EXP!

“I’m sure the mummies appreciate being called EXP…” Tar grumbles, clearly upset about his punishment.

Well, they aren’t intelligent, so I couldn’t care less.

He snorts as I sprint forwards to tear apart the mummies while using Blood Manifestation and trying Blood Boil as well, only to find that boiling their blood doesn’t do anything, making me blink in surprise.

“Mummies don’t have blood,” Tar comments, answering my unasked question before I continue killing the things but with Metallicized Blood Claws and Metallicized Blood instead. Although Metallicized Blood isn’t exactly helping since I’m still trying to figure it out despite how long has passed since I got it.

Right now all I’m able to manage is swiping my arm and metallicizing some small parts of my blood in my arm at the same time, flinging the metallicized blood through my arm and out at the enemies as metallicized blood spikes and needles. Which does help, but not all that much due to how small they are and the limited amount of force I can put into the attack while keeping it stable and accurate.

“It’s a difficulty that comes along with a more flexible skill,” Tar comments as I continue slaughtering the mummies. “Skills that give you a direct manipulation over something instead of just doing it for you.”

Yeah. Guess the more powerful stuff always comes with a price.

I’m guessing my control will improve as I level it though?

“Yeah,” he answers rather quickly, making me nod in satisfaction as I rip the head off of another mummy, briefly grimacing at the black liquid that splatters out from its neck and head.

So that’s not blood, right?

“It’s their curse manifested in physical form filling their body,” Tar explains, showing he knows a lot more about mummies than I expected.

Guess he’s only answering me now because I can’t speak out loud to ask the guards these questions. Not in my beast form.

I continue traversing through the structure whose walls are made out of sandstone unlike the sand and dirt walls of the tunnels before until I find something new. A demon that is not just a regular mummy.

|Fredrick Nightfall – Mummified Shadow Weaver – Level 252|

The demon looks just like the other shadow weavers but with dried out skin and a couple random bandages sticking out of them in some places.

They also notice me the moment I enter the room with them in it, long after I’d already noticed them thanks to my ears.

“Leave,” the demon states after it finishes killing the mummy in front of it and glances at me. But the indifference on its face completely vanishes when it sees my beast form appearance, turning serious. “Leave or I’ll be forced to attack you.”

I raise a brow at that while folding my arms under my chest and tapping one claw against the armor on my other arm. Then I shake my head and let out a growl to decline their statement, really kind of wishing I could speak in this form.

The demon looks around my armor, likely for a crest, but when they don’t find any, they let out a hiss and begin transforming into a large spider themselves. And as their transformation occurs, I hear a voice echoing through the room we’re in.

“Verryyy well, you ssshall be dinneeerr.”

Me? Dinner?

For a mummified shadow weaver?

I scoff at that thought, the sound coming out as a snarly growl before I uncross my arms and stretch my claws slightly.

“This might be a good time to test out some of your other skills that you haven’t been able to work on much,” Tar comments, making me lightly nod my head in response.

Like Blood Plague.

Too bad he probably doesn’t have blood if he’s mummified. So Bloody Thorns is just as useless on him as it is on the mummies.

A rather annoying limitation on that skill I didn’t realize before. That they actually need to have blood for it to do anything.

I let out a short snarl at that thought before activating Blood Plague and deciding to give them a little surprise.