On the smooth asphalt road, a carriage smeared with foul-smelling blood and flesh sped past.
The carriage was one of four carriages. Although the carriage was covered with rotten meat and darkened blood, its luxurious decorations could still be discerned.
On the coachman's seat, a Third Level servant who had once climbed mountains with Frank was driving. However, compared to when he met Richard, his condition was undoubtedly terrible—
His body was covered in wounds, from knife cuts to claw marks, of all kinds, almost as if he had gone through a meat grinder. Worse yet, most of these wounds were covered by dark red scar tissue, which connected together like a dark red garment of flesh.
This layer of flesh garment was continuously eroding the coachman's body. It was relentlessly corrupting and transforming his muscles and moving through his blood to erode his organs. If nothing unexpected happened, it wouldn't be long before he would fall into becoming a lower demon of the Abyss.
