Free Web NovelWatching Lu Yibei, like a bandit blocking the road, skillfully intercepting the fanatics passing by her, knocking them out, dragging them into the small woods, and then swaggering into the subway entrance with the stolen twisted paintings, Maitian God briefly fell into contemplation.
Now, should I really be at the mercy of Disaster and report myself to the Night Watch?
Or should I sit back and watch the tigers fight, waiting for them and that bastard to decide the victor before making a decision?
It had acted submissively just now because Lu Yibei controlled a magical wristband that could absolutely suppress the smog, and there was the invisible deterrence brought by Ju Meng, whose strength was slightly superior to its own.
However, as a Calamity urban legend born from industrial pollution, it was by no means a benevolent being; otherwise, it wouldn't have brought down a heavy fog to shroud Mountain City, using the means of almost holding an entire city's people hostage to attract the Night Watch's attention and force the Night Watch to help it deal with its offspring.
If possible, what it most hoped to see was Disaster, Ju Meng, and that bastard fighting each other to a mutual ruin.
In that case, it would conveniently reap the benefits, and then quickly flee before the Night Watch's reinforcements arrived in Mountain City. As for the mess left behind, how the Night Watch would clean it up was none of its business.
Its offspring wanted to devour it, and why wouldn't it want to devour its offspring?
What it told Lu Yibei, while true, was not the entire reason for its careful thirty-year long scheme.
Ever since being influenced by that huge shadow and foreseeing its future of being devoured by its offspring, it knew that its offspring had even more terrifying growth potential than it did.
Smog can cause cancer, but smog is not the only thing that can cause cancer.
If it could, through careful planning, reverse its fate of being devoured, its Power could advance further, very likely becoming one of the most powerful urban legend in this world, or even becoming a legendary, world-destroying factor.
It had once encountered an Extinction-Bringer of Old Days, and from that Extinction-Bringer of Old Days, it saw unique and fascinating Power.
In fact, it had done similar things like devouring “relatives” before. Its ability to become a Calamity was thanks to its “younger brother,” who was born almost at the same time and whose Power had largely merged with it.
Like its offspring, its younger brother had also tried to devour it.
If its younger brother had won in that tragic mutual devouring back then, perhaps there would be no Maitian God in this world, but instead, there would be a Calamity urban legend whose Power was established upon hydrocarbon combustion pollution, perhaps... it would be called Hydrocarbon Heavenly God?
“No, Xiao Mai, why are you still here? Didn’t I tell you to go get someone?”
Just as Maitian God was secretly considering whether to backstab Disaster, a familiar voice sounded behind it, interrupting its thoughts.
It followed the direction of the voice and saw Lu Yibei’s deadpan face, and its eyes immediately widened.
What the hell? What’s going on? How did she come back again?
This was genuine guilt, like being caught red-handed as a thief.
Seeing Maitian God’s ghost-like expression, Lu Yibei vaguely sensed something was amiss. She tilted her head and said, “Honestly, you weren’t waiting for me to fight that guy down there to a mutual ruin, and then backstab me, were you?”
She had always been unafraid to assume the worst intentions from unfamiliar urban legend.
Clearly, this time, the subject of her suspicion was indeed harboring ill intentions.
“I advise you not to have such thoughts! I’m not afraid to tell you, even if the entire Mountain City blew up, I wouldn’t be harmed in the slightest.”
“If you don’t believe me, you can contact Zhang Huainan later and ask if he can instantly kill me!”
Upon hearing this, Ju Meng squinted at Lu Yibei and rolled her eyes.
Hiss, that dog-thing really dares to say that! Relying on that old man, for some unknown reason, not wanting to kill you, right? Only in front of outsiders, Sister, I don’t want to expose you.
Noticing Ju Meng’s gaze, Lu Yibei not only showed no embarrassment but proudly puffed out her chest.
He really couldn’t instantly kill her!
However, if the old man wanted to, ending the battle in ten-odd seconds shouldn’t be a problem.
“I’m just being realistic when I speak...” Lu Yibei thought.
Honestly, Lu Yibei herself wasn’t sure how “hard” the armored Lingtai Pure Karma was after merging with the God Kingdom Prototype, but compared to before, lasting a few more seconds in front of Zhang Huainan shouldn’t be an issue.
Maitian God, “...”
Disaster had even named one of the strongest Psychic in the world today; what more could it say?
Should it disperse the smog’s shielding effect and let these words reach Black Emperor’s ears?
But what if Black Emperor really came? Could I still escape?
After a brief silence, it forced out an ugly smile and said, “Misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding. Wasn’t I covering your rear?”
“I wanted to confirm that you successfully reached the altar before, before going to report it.”
After speaking, it glanced at the subway entrance, then at Lu Yibei, and hesitated to speak.
“Don’t look!” Lu Yibei waved her hand in front of its eyes and said, “That path is impassable. We plan to go in from somewhere else.”
“Impassable?” Maitian God was even more confused.
Even at this very moment, there were still fanatics continuously arriving from various corners of the city and entering the subway station. How could it be impassable?
“That’s right.” Lu Yibei said expressionlessly, “You don’t know, those passages down there are filled with the secretions of your rebellious Baobao. Walking in there is like walking in the intestines of a patient with acute gastroenteritis and large-area ulcers. Anyway, I can’t stand it! Why don’t you go down and see for yourself?”
Although her analogy was a bit exaggerated and absurd, in a sense, it was all true.
Just now, when she and Ju Meng followed those fanatics, passed through the subway station platform, and entered the air-raid shelter tunnel leading to the altar, they immediately saw a large amount of net-like viscous flesh filling almost the entire tunnel. It was densely covered with grape-like tumors, which immediately gave her goosebumps.
Not only that, they also saw that when those fanatics tried to cross the tunnel and came into contact with the net-like flesh, their bodies turned into blood plasma and flesh paste, gradually merging with the net-like flesh and becoming a part of it.
It was precisely that bizarre scene, like being digested, that made her use such an analogy.
Upon hearing Lu Yibei’s words, Maitian God’s head, suspended in mid-air, immediately shook like a rattle-drum.
Its biggest concern right now was being devoured by its offspring. Lu Yibei said it was like a digestive tract down there, so how could it dare to risk its life?
“No, no, I’ll go get someone right away, but...” It paused, then looked at the subway entrance, changing the subject, and asked, “Since that path is impassable, how will you get to the ritual site?”
“Do you even need to ask?” Lu Yibei shrugged, turned around, and raised her hand, pointing to the highly raised street two or three kilometers away, “Of course, from there! Just blast it open and jump down.”
Saying that, she took out a luxuriously configured Alchemy Dirty Bomb from her God Kingdom Prototype, hoisted it onto her shoulder, and jogged towards the mound that was spewing blood plasma.
If you can skip classes and go directly to the boss room, why would you kill all the small monsters along the way?
Maitian God, “...”
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Darkness enveloped him, and the unique “humming” of the dead of night echoed in his ears. Zhang Yu felt as if he were a small boat, lifted by a dark torrent, drifting aimlessly with the current.
He was about to die, his breathing gradually weakening, his heartbeat slowly stopping.
But he wasn't dead yet; he could still vaguely perceive his surroundings.
He smelled the stench of decaying flesh in the air, the acrid smell of burning from an explosion, and the scent of oil leaking from subway trains.
His Spiritual Energy, about to dissipate with his life, vaguely detected many lives around him, like himself, rushing towards death.
The Spiritual Energy within his body, accompanied by the uncontrolled Spirit Mark, raged like a riot, rampaging through his limbs and bones. Wherever it passed, his flesh gradually turned into metal under the erosion of the dark night, as if countless iron filings scraped along his blood vessels, constantly stimulating his already numb nerves.
“...”
Did it succeed?
Did I successfully stop that ritual? Zhang Yu thought.
After regaining the faintest consciousness from his coma, he urgently wanted to know if his efforts had yielded results.
The second before he lost consciousness, he saw the subway train, responding to his summons, speeding towards him like a javelin thrown from a giant’s hand, colliding with the eerie statue in the purest way, with immense weight.
An earth-shattering roar erupted suddenly.
The train’s front instantly twisted {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} and deformed, the train cars paused in mid-air for a moment, then disintegrated, and driven by inertia, continued to fly, smashing towards the area around the altar.
Thus, the “body” that combined Charm and pathology, in the tremendous roar, showed countless hideous cracks, and foul blood plasma, mixed with shattered rocks, splattered in all directions.
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Although the statue was broken, it did not fall.
Perhaps to respond to the dying person’s expectation, his body, on the verge of exhaustion, gathered its last bit of strength and ignited a faint “spark.”
Zhang Yu struggled to open his eyes a crack and looked towards the altar.
Then, the faint “spark” flickering in his eyes extinguished instantly, replaced by numbness and disappointment.
Flesh shrouded in dim shadows surged out from the riddled statue, unfolding like a mushroom opening its cap, spreading out tissues covered with twisted limbs and resembling internal organs, connecting the ground and ceiling of the entire underground space, then tearing the ceiling and continuing upwards.
Further away, net-like flesh tissue grew wildly along dark, deep tunnels, as if to fill the underground air-raid shelter network covering a small part of Mountain City. Dark mist condensed in the gaps of the net-like tissue.
Rotten and foul wind, wrapped in black mist, drifted, faintly mixed with the chilling cries of infants.
Twisted and deformed subway trains were scattered around the altar, covered by dark red “mud.” The fanatics who followed the evil god’s offspring had their bodies adhered to the “mud,” either crawling quickly like worms or stumbling along, laughing foolishly, as if celebrating the arrival of their master in the world.
After the violent impact, the ritual did not completely stop.
Like his father, he had strived to uphold his principles, but ultimately failed.
It's over, it's all over... Zhang Yu thought, and an intense feeling of exhaustion instantly swept over him, making his eyelids heavy like lead, slowly drooping.
Just as his vision was about to plunge into darkness again, he suddenly saw light.
That light first appeared as an extremely dazzling point directly above the altar, where the twisted flesh tore through the ceiling, like a solar flare, then rapidly expanded, turning into a blazing white light.
“...”
Is this what a person sees before death?
Is it the so-called holy light that guides souls to heaven?
How ridiculous, someone like me, who isn't religious, can actually go to heaven?
Zhang Yu thought self-mockingly. The next moment, his eyes, which were about to close, suddenly widened, his pupils trembling.
Shattering sounds and explosions rang out simultaneously.
After a brief build-up, the terrifying fierce light completely erupted, tearing through the air-raid shelter's ceiling.
The entire space vibrated violently, and the temperature rose at an astonishing speed. The twisted, pathological flesh, enveloped in high temperatures, sizzled like it was being scorched on an oiled iron plate, developing dense blisters that then burst, releasing foul smoke.
Immediately after, like a flaming spear thrown by the god of fire, a dazzling pillar of fire descended from the sky, roaring down and exploding with a crash.
In an instant, the underground space where the altar was located was covered by ubiquitous, blazing firelight.
It was as if a small sun had fallen into this abyss-like place, leaving no hiding place for darkness.
Terrifying Spiritual Energy fluctuations surged, and a scorching wind swept through.
Under the impact of the hot air currents, the already dilapidated statue instantly shattered into pieces, and the flesh wrapped around the statue was also heavily slammed to the ground, as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Amidst the blood-colored mud covering the ground, countless figures struggled to get up, but a sweep of the light arc sprayed by the pillar of fire immediately caused them to explode into plumes of bloody mist.
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It was only then that he realized that it was not the holy light of heaven’s embrace at all, but an explosion.
An earth-shattering explosion!
And he was located less than ten meters from the center of the explosion, in a dying state, without an ounce of strength to get up and escape.
It was just that his body, after several Spirit Mark advancements, was much tougher than those fanatics who had just undergone urban legend transformation. Otherwise, if he had just lain there, he would probably have become a “cooked person” by now.
Damn it, what exactly is going on?
Is this what they call “misfortunes never come singly”?
In an instant, Zhang Yu felt his heart, which had already been covered in ashes, turn into a vast grassland, overgrown with grass.
Just then, he vaguely saw two figures floating down from the flames.
“Oh no, there are really living people! You dog, what did I just tell you? I told you to explode it little by little, but you had to use the big one!”
A cry of alarm sounded in his ears, and then Zhang Yu felt his body being flipped over.
It was like frying a fish fillet: once one side is cooked, you need to flip it over to continue frying.
“Wasn’t I thinking of getting it done in one go? Let me see... Holy crap! Isn’t this Dorees’s cheap guardian? Why did he come here to die?”
Zhang Yu, “...”
His life-risking effort was called “seeking death,” and his mood was like being nourished by heavy rain; the grass suddenly grew even more.
