My Cuckhold System - Chapter 127: The Final Chamber
Chapter 127: The Final Chamber
One creature suddenly leapt high from a rock on West blind spot with both arms extending toward his face…
He twisted while still on a Verdant Pyre Behemoth and slammed an electrified elbow into its torso.
Electricity spread through its body, causing its fur to ignite slightly as it convulsed.
He finished it with a kick that crushed its head.
Unfortunately, West didn’t come out unscathed.
One limb brushed against his thigh while another grazed his ribs.
Frost injuries accumulated, slowing his movement slightly as patches of ice crept along his skin.
The Verdant Pyre Behemoths proved invaluable.
Their flames countered the frost-based attacks, and the roots erupting from their scorched footprints tripped several enemies, making them easier targets.
Eventually, the last of that cluster fell and the surrounding returned to tranquility.
West exhaled sharply, brushing ice shards from his arm.
“Annoying little things.”
He surveyed the strange establishment ahead and realized that it wasn’t a single structure…
It was a network filled with holes.
Countless large openings dotted the stone walls with some being circular and others just rough and shapeless. Due to the size variations, some were wide enough for a Behemoth to squeeze through while others were narrower.
There was no clear main entrance, just too many options.
West frowned.
“Great. A maze inside a maze.”
He had no way of knowing which path might lead to the captives.
So he chose the only logical approach, he started checking them one after the other.
The first hole led upward, spiraling back toward the surface region he’d already passed.
The second looped around and connected to another hole nearby…
The third descended deeper and as soon as he entered it, the path twisted sharply.
The Behemoths squeezed through with difficulty and at the end of this path, another group of the eight-eyed creatures waited.
Another battle broke out and this time, there were up to twenty in number.
West already confirmed at this point that this was some sort of hive for the native creatures of the third layer.
He pushed deeper, checking hole after hole.
Some led to a dead end, some looped while some descended. Each deeper route meant more resistance and battles broke out occasionally, leaving West with more minor injuries as time passed.
Eventually, he entered a passage that widened steadily.
The number of creatures increased to thirty along this path and were no longer roaming randomly.
They were stationed at different positions as though they were guarding the place
When over thirty charged at once, West wasted no time in pulling out an Implosive Disk.
“Three seconds,” he muttered.
He activated it and threw it into the center of the charging swarm.
The disk hit the ground and the air warped violently as a localized gravitational implosion formed within a three-meter radius.
All the creatures were yanked inward toward a compressed focal point.
Their elongated limbs flailed uselessly as they were dragged together, unable to free themselves from the force that bound them to that specific position…
Having only three seconds of time, the Verdant Pyre Behemoths roared and slammed both flaming paws onto the ground simultaneously.
A massive pillar of greenish flame erupted from beneath the compressed mass, shooting upward like a volcanic blast.
The creatures screamed with a high-pitched and distorted tone.
When the gravitational pull released, charred bodies rained down from above, filling the passageway with smoke and the stench of burnt fur.
West stepped over the remains.
“Let’s finish this.”
The tunnel ahead widened dramatically and soon he emerged into a massive chamber.
Immediately he got here, he knew that this was likely the location that mattered the most in the entire third layer…
To the right, a dark pool rippled faintly with opaque liquid that reflected no light.
In the center stood a throne-like structure carved from the same alien stone as the walls.
Strange pillars rose around the chamber, etched with unfamiliar blue glowing symbols.
At the far end stood an exalted circular platform that was at least four feet tall and the creatures were densely concentrated here…
There were dozens upon dozens scattered around here but they didn’t charge immediately…
They stood in clusters, watching.
West’s gaze shifted to the circular platform and the moment he realized what was on it… he froze…
There were body parts ranging from arms to legs to torsos and even decapitated heads.
Fresh blood glistened across the surface… like the ones atop were recently butchered…
West stepped forward slowly and finally, he saw the body parts clearer…
The decapitated heads… one belonged to his teacher with eyes still wide open… frozen in both shock and despair…
Another belonged to Emily… and another belonged to Calvin…
He spotted the guide’s close to the left ledge…
They were all decapitated and displayed on this platform like offerings.
The frost in the air suddenly felt suffocating as West’s expression changed.
The playful greed and detached composure vanished…. replaced by something darker.
The eight-eyed creatures began emitting a low synchronized screeh while the dark pool by the side rippled more violently.
West’s eyes moved frantically across the circular platform again… the teacher, the guide, the students…
He frowned when he noticed that the boy whose mother had begged him personally wasn’t there.
West scanned the severed heads again carefully, forcing himself to look past the blood and the frozen expressions of horror.
Truly, the boy’s face wasn’t among them.
A small, fragile sense of relief slipped into his chest.
Maybe…
Maybe at least one of them had survived.
His gaze shifted slowly toward the pool at the side of the chamber.
It churned unnaturally, thick and dark.
He squinted and ten his stomach tightened when he realized that it wasn’t water or some strange abyssal liquid.
It was blood…
A vast, churning pool of blood.
The metallic scent he had subconsciously ignored now slammed into him fully.
Above the pool, rusted and stained chains dangled from the cavern ceiling… and attached to those chains were body parts…
Arms, legs, torsos, heads with blood dripping steadily from them into the pool below.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The sound echoed through the chamber like a metronome of cruelty.
West’s face contorted when he finally spotted the boy.
His head hung from one of the chains, slightly tilted with eyes half-open as if frozen in disbelief.
Blood still trailed from the severed neck…
