Bab 220: A twisted abomination

The cultist's eyes had rolled back, exposing the cloudy white sclera crowded with reddish-blue veins. His face looked distorted in pain, and his lips had turned pale blue. 

Xander fired once again, emptying the remaining rounds into the cultist's head to finish the job, but the bullets were absorbed by his skin which had suddenly turned squishy and elastic. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

As Xander stared at the re-animated corpse, its head twisted and turned upside down with a cracking noise. The cultist laughed in a gravelly voice and uttered something so incoherent that Xander couldn't comprehend a single word.

The cultist's arms twisted at awkward angles and his legs thickened, ripping his pants, which could no longer contain his bulging thighs. Suddenly, his face darkened as if touched by some infectious disease. Puss-filled boils appeared all over his cheeks, and a glowing red rune was burned into his forehead.