Free Web NovelThis is Jiaochangkou Station, a hidden passage leading to the vast network of air-raid shelters beneath Mountain City.
It is rumored that when the Mountain City subway lines were being constructed, there was an attempt to convert the air-raid shelters into subway tunnels. However, due to some unknown reasons, the relevant departments had to abandon the original conversion plan.
Nevertheless, although the initial conversion plan was halted, legends about these abandoned subway lines never ceased. urban legend of people accidentally entering or witnessing the tunnel entrances occurred from time to time.
At this moment, within the seemingly endless, lengthy tunnel, a nauseating stench of decay permeated the air.
Faint light, cast from an unknown source, sprinkled onto the ground. The cracked floor was covered in mold and shade-loving moss, intertwined with twisted, rusted railway tracks that pointed towards a railcar lying dead in the darkness.
In the darkness, figures walked in groups along the tunnel.
They softly chanted a song, as if calling for something, or perhaps issuing a warning.
"The eye that hides in the sky, silently gazes down.
Chocolate-colored shroud, draped over the city and the harbor.
Terrified howls, blackened churches, palace walls weeping blood, plague driving the wedding carriage towards the graveyard." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
All their voices merged into a distorted hum, echoing in the eerie darkness, constantly startling faint, rustling sounds that seemed to flee for their lives.
Zhang Yu, mixed in the crowd, had already tried his best to activate his Spiritual Energy to resist the Power contained within the song.
He closed his eyes and blocked his hearing, relying solely on his spiritual perception to determine the direction of his advance.
However, the song penetrated through the painting in his hand, like bloodthirsty worms, "tearing open" Zhang Yu's flesh and crawling along his bones until they drilled into his head, constantly gnawing at his nerves.
In fact, when he first sensed the strange power emanating from the painting in his hand, he originally had the chance to immediately stop the influence.
However, after he had pinpointed the location of the ritual and was about to notify Mai Mai to contact the Night Watch, he found that all communication methods had failed, yet he decided to endure the corrosion of that strange power.
Evacuating the subway station and then trying to contact Mai Mai or the Night Watch would definitely be too late to stop the ritual.
Therefore, he had to try to stop the ritual, even if it meant sacrificing his life, even if it was just to delay the ritual's progress as much as possible! This was the belief that supported Zhang Yu's decision.
As time passed, the corrosion intensified little by little. His eyes gradually became hollow, his expression numb. He felt as if he had been drawn into a chaotic vortex, where space and time became distorted, and bizarre illusions filled his vision.
For a moment, he even forgot who he was, forgot the existence of the real world, and forgot the purpose of this trip. Only the strong conviction of "I must stop the ritual" gave him a faint sense of reason, driving his body to constantly approach the altar deep underground.
Until, a shrill scream pierced his eardrums.
Amidst the scream, Zhang Yu suddenly regained consciousness, and a glimmer of light flashed in his hollow eyes.
Seizing the brief moment of restored clarity, he quickly threw away the painting in his hand, which seemed to carry a terrible curse.
As the painting fell to the ground, the song that had been affecting his mind abruptly stopped.
Looking forward, a scene like a silhouette of hell came into view, and his pupils trembled violently.
In the silent and empty underground space, only a few dim overhead lights were on, illuminating an ominous altar and a huge statue.
A highly alluring female body, combined with morbidly twisted tumors, emitted a strange aura.
Zhang Yu had seen similar statues before, in the basement of Hanye Studio.
He had even killed several humans there who had been affected by the statue's strange power and had become urban legend, and he had watched their bodies rapidly decay into nauseating putrefaction.
However, unlike the statue in the basement of Hanye Studio, dark red substances seeped from the cracks of this statue, spreading in all directions like blood-soaked hair.
Layer upon layer, it spread along the dark and deep tunnels, as if to cover the entire city, corroding every inch of land, turning everything it touched into hell.
In front of the statue, altars carved from rock—one large like a wine goblet, one small like a porcelain bowl—were placed side by side, their interiors intricately carved with dense incantations.
A figure knelt before the altar, holding up an oil painting, continuously uttering high-pitched, unintelligible guttural sounds.
A withered, hunched body like a mummy, waxy yellow skin covered with dark spots, and gruesome scars—the imprints left by countless surgeries in an attempt to fight off illness.
That figure was the host of this ritual—Zhang Shuisheng.
As Zhang Shuisheng shouted the incantations to activate the ritual, fanatical believers, each holding a twisted painting, came to the edge of the altar and completed their final "pilgrimage."
They babbled madly, using blades they carried, or metal they picked up on the way to this place,
or sharp stones covered with filth, tearing open their bodies and separating the tissues twisted by malignant tumors, then reverently placing them into the altar.
As if completely unaware that their lives, and even their souls, were becoming someone else's meal.
Thus, the twisted tissues piled up like mountains in the "bowl," and the boiling blood stained the "wine goblet."
Looking at the altar, which resembled a table for an evil god, Zhang Yu took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to vomit, and silently pulled out a Spiritual Energy firearm from under his Coat, aimed it at Zhang Shuisheng's back, and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Go to hell, old beast!"
"Bang—!"
A gunshot suddenly erupted, and a tyrannical light, like a scorching sun, shone from the gun barrel.
The Spiritual Energy firearm from the hands of a legendary urban legend hunter amplified the power of the Alchemy bullet tenfold. As the Alchemy bullet exploded, a heatwave swept out, spreading in all directions.
Splashing sparks fell around the altar, on the dark red "carpet," lighting up dense specks of light, like brilliant stars.
Staring intently at Zhang Shuisheng's body, which was engulfed in flames, Zhang Yu pulled the trigger again without any hesitation.
"Bang—!"
Along with the gunshot, the Alchemy bullet, fired with great force, split into dozens of projectiles in an instant.
"Puff-puff-puff—!"
Under the cover of the Alchemy bullets, which rained down like scorching hot iron, those fanatical believers, like walking corpses, who tried to approach the altar, instantly turned into gushing bloody mud, splattering all around, leaving a scene of devastation.
The pungent smell of gunpowder instantly spread.
Zhang Yu fired two shots consecutively. The powerful Alchemy bullets easily shattered Zhang Shuisheng's back of the head and chest.
Half of his head was gone, his messy white hair stained with blood. In his empty chest cavity, his heart, which looked like something had gnawed out a chunk, had stopped beating.
However, he did not fall. Instead, he twisted his body, stood up stiffly, turned to look at Zhang Yu, and his remaining half-lips opened with difficulty.
"You don't know what's good for you,
Mid-sentence, Zhang Shuisheng's charred lips suddenly curved into a loving smile.
"But my Lord is merciful; He will forgive your recklessness. Receive my Lord's grace and embrace the only true salvation in this world!"
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"Embrace the only salvation!"
In the vast underground space, all the fanatical believers shouted almost simultaneously, their voices merging into a deafening roar.
The evil sacrifice was temporarily halted, and the hunt for heretics began.
Accompanying the shouts, an unsettling bloody light emanated from the eerie statue. Bathed in the bloody light, the fanatical believers' bodies convulsed and collided, and countless deformed limbs extended from within them.
Such twisted bodies looked less like humans and more like beasts.
Immediately after, a foul and unclean Spiritual Energy fluctuation, like a tsunami, struck Zhang Yu's body, surging into his interior.
In a trance, he saw rotten creations, dead cities, and a dilapidated, riddled land before his eyes.
The next moment, sharp pain came from his calf.
Zhang Yu abruptly looked down to see a bloodied figure, prostrate at his feet, gripping his ankle tightly with a hand of immense strength, its flesh constantly writhing.
As if to crush his bones.
In silence, Zhang Yu lowered his arm, aimed the gun at the figure's head, pulled the trigger, and then, as the gun fired, he softly chanted the Power description of the Spirit Mark.
"When the battle rages fiercely, the sword shall not cease to swing, its blade stained with foul blood; when the ivory horn sounds, reinforcements shall arrive on horseback, covering the valleys and filling the mountaintops, their figures everywhere on the wild plains."
【Spirit Mark of Heroic Spirit. Roland's Horn】 unfolds!
Summon "Vehicle."
As the Spiritual Energy fluctuations surged and spread, a pitch-black Kawasaki Z1000SX drove out of thin air and stopped beside Zhang Yu.
"Go to hell with that 'only salvation'! I don't need that kind of thing at all!"
He roared, leaping forward smoothly, landing steadily on the speeding motorcycle, as if becoming one with it.
The engine roared.
The next moment, he was like a knight charging on horseback, crushing the twisted figures attempting to approach him.
As a Psychic possessing Spirit Marks related to the legendary Twelve Holy Knights, he could maximize his strength only when riding a vehicle.
Accompanied by piercing, grotesque howls, a dozen twisted blood shadows leaped out from all directions.
Zhang Yu expressionlessly watched the approaching blood shadows, his left hand controlling the motorcycle, sharply making a U-turn, and his right hand taking out the shotgun-shaped Spiritual Energy item from the gun holster under his Coat, aiming it into mid-air, and continuously pulling the trigger.
"Bang—Bang—Bang—!"
Roars erupted, and brilliant light filled the sky. In mid-air, directly in front of Zhang Yu, a cloud of blood mist instantly exploded.
But the next moment, fearless fanatical believers passed through the blood mist and lunged at him, tearing apart the vehicle he was riding.
An explosion immediately followed, with flames soaring into the sky.
Zhang Yu, his right shoulder a bloody mess, flew out of the flames. The moment he landed, a new vehicle reformed.
Thus, the charge continued, blood and fire intertwined, explosions and screams mingled, and a path was paved with flesh and bones.
Finally, the blood-soaked "Knight" arrived beside the evil statue.
On the other side, above Mountain City.
"Actually, it's fine to tell you."
After a brief hesitation, the Maitian God gave an answer Lu Yibei did not expect.
She had thought that for such a personal question, she would at least have to use some extraordinary means for the Maitian God to cooperate obediently. She hadn't expected the Maitian God to be so forthright.
"Even if I don't tell you, you will know the moment you become a Calamity."
Although having talent does not necessarily mean one can advance to Calamity, the Maitian God felt that with Lu Yibei's talent and growth rate, the possibility of advancing to Calamity was at least much higher than most urban legend.
"What? I'll know as long as I advance to Calamity?" Lu Yibei whispered to Ju Meng, "Stinky Sister, is there any special procedure when advancing to Calamity?"
Ju Meng thought for a moment, then said seriously, "I wouldn't know about that, after all, in a sense, Sister, I've been a Calamity since the day I was born, and I've never experienced advancement." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Lu Yibei, "Damn it, I suddenly want to punch her twice!"
As she was thinking, the Maitian God's next words shook her deeply.
"Many years ago, I remember it should have been 1990? At that time, almost the entire world was shrouded under my Power. Every city with modern factories had my believers."
"However, on the day my Power reached its peak, I vaguely saw a twisted, bizarre, colossal figure like a mountain."
"And then?" Lu Yibei eagerly pressed, "Did you fight it?"
She recalled that car accident and the terrifying scene she glimpsed through Wang Yingying's memory.
Noticing Lu Yibei's abnormal reaction, Ju Meng secretly glanced at her, saying nothing.
"Fight?" The Maitian God gave a bitter smile, "You have no idea how terrifying that thing is! Do you know? I thought I was already very strong at the time, but facing that figure, I felt a fear that almost shook my Power."
"Since that day, that shadow has been like a Nightmare, constantly appearing in my mind. And from that day on, the part of my Power that causes cancer began to uncontrollably and rapidly strengthen."
"As that part of my Power gradually strengthened, I also gradually glimpsed my ultimate destiny—the destiny of being devoured by my offspring."
It sounded inexplicably like being forced to be a surrogate mother, Lu Yibei complained inwardly, but she didn't interrupt the Maitian God.
"However, how could I easily accept my fate? To avoid being devoured, I prepared a human body as a vessel for its descent, and through the limitations of the human body, I would weaken the offspring's power."
"I created the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, increased my believers, and continuously strengthened my own Power."
"Even to slow down the strengthening of the cancerous part of my Power, I even hinted to my believers to engage in environmental protection, which I once detested the most. Everything was going smoothly until..."
"Until what?" Lu Yibei subconsciously pressed.
The Maitian God's face darkened. After glaring at her fiercely for a few seconds, she gritted her teeth and said, "Until you and another urban legend appeared, my plans began to uncontrollably fall apart. I tried to salvage them, but with little effect, as if some mysterious force was stopping me."
Lu Yibei,
You mean it's my fault?
You want to shift the blame, don't you?!
This probably has little to do with me; the other urban legend is most likely the culprit!
