Capítulo 912: Chapter 891: Fear vs Malice
≮Tomb of Fla Sorrow≯
The Overlord followed the guidance and ca to the tomb burning with black flas.
He is the most gifted, most powerful native existence since True Hell was built, with a chance to beco the embodint of Hell’s Will. He was born amidst the flas, and his life was an ongoing blaze.
He fears heat the least,
but now it is strange, the black flas here actually make him feel threatened, even wax oil seeped from the scorched shell, the heat unbearable.
This is the first ti the Overlord has felt the threat and unbearable heat of flas.
This black fla is unique, a higher-level fire.
He also understood the guidance of the Skinless one, if he could seize this chance to harness the black flas, the long-standing shackles of his power might be broken.
Similarly,
feeling the scorching heat from Hell, an entity deep within the tomb awakened.
Fla Sorrow, a Middle-level God once imprisoned in the Central Prison’s affiliated detention zone, a humanoid entity, its body burning with pitch black flas, wrapped in a special heat-conductive material.
The conflict erupted,
The black flas clearly have a restraining effect on the Overlord, completely suppressing him at the start.
But as ti went on,
The Overlord slowly adapted, seizing the chance and tore off the opponent’s entire arm with his bare hands, eyes filled with confusion.
This confusion belongs neither to him nor to his opponent.
The Overlord is puzzled by the intensity of this duel.
He embarked on this extrely dangerous Tomb of the Gods prepared to die. He expected to encounter a life-threatening existence whose power completely surpasses his, like the Skinless one he encountered before.
Strangely,
The Divine relic in front of him, filled with malice, although it looks formidable. The suppressive power of the black flas made the Overlord at first unable to adapt, forced to forsake limbs multiple tis.
But as the battle progressed, finding the opponent’s black fla release pattern and his spine’s adaptation to this new fla, the pressure is slowly diminishing.
Even, not matching the pressure from his previous battles.
“Not like… Luo Di.”
The Overlord even sowhat distractedly recalls the previous sparring with Luo Di, the strange feeling then brought him pressure never felt before, the pressure of [being killed].
That bizarre movie scene,
That eerie filming team,
And that discomforting face, even he, the first in Hell, trampling over countless corpses, felt that long-lost fear.
Once fear arises,
The moon hanging in the night sky will illuminate, magnify, and present it.
…
[Tomb of Mad Blacksmith Zoltan]
Lakeside, full moon, campsite.
Zoltan, despite having a hundred ters body, was now transford into an ordinary size fitting the scene. But he himself did not realize, or perhaps he had no consciousness at all.
He had long been deceased,
Driven to continue forging, continue moving by sothing else.
His behavioral pattern extrely simple, wanting to kill the invader, dismantle materials on them usable for forging.
Coincidentally, today’s invader had quite high-quality forging materials on them.
Just very strangely,
Though he had struck the invader’s body, they vanished, even the scene changed.
Listening to the director’s voice,
Zoltan turned his head, his face of open structure full of confusion, for the target now was different from just before, feeling like rely a balloon.
Even so,
Zoltan instinctively stepped forward, wielding the weapon he forged in the past, directly cleaving at the director’s head.
Pop!
It was exactly as he perceived.
The fatty director exploded like a balloon when chopped.
Following that, the scene transford again. Zoltan returned lakeside, back to his original position, even holding a dried tree branch in hand.
At this mont,
A series of curses ca from the direction of the forest,
“Damn it, don’t you want to do this properly? How are you running off to attack the director when you should be filming properly? Keep ssing around like this, and there’ll be no lunch box for you today. Grab your things and get out.”
Zoltan was bewildered, still turned looking towards the voice’s source.
This ti, the director was gone, yet seemingly there was a firelight coming from deep in the forest.
He quickly marched over, soon arriving at a campsite amidst the forest. With the bonfire’s glow, there were shadows moving among the camping tents.
He instinctively moved closer, with a slash opening the tent.
No feeling of cutting through substance, there was nothing inside the tent.
As he intended to search other areas, suddenly felt heavy boots already stepping behind him.
[Back to Back]
Zoltan turned around to retaliate as fast as possible, but just halfway through the turn, his head was split open, cleaved into two segnts from top to bottom.
Confusion,
Puzzlent,
Suddenly, the director’s voice again arrived.
“Cut! Expression not in place, reshoot.”
As soon as the words were spoken, Zoltan returned to the lakeside, back to the original position. The sensation of being cleaved still lingered between the flesh, the soul subtly trembling.
He leapt directly to the camp,
with his perception fully open, awaiting the arrival of the other party.
This ti, he finally noticed a man in a pitch-black trench coat, wearing work shoes, slowly approaching in reverse.
Clearly, there’s still a considerable distance,
but accompanied by a surge in the sound of tape speeding up, the man was back-to-back with him once again.
Utilizing the combat experience Zoltan brought from life, he swiftly made the optimal decision—stab himself.
The slaughter knife pierced through his own body, simultaneously impaling the stranger behind him.
This weapon forged by him, powerful enough to disrupt the man’s divine status, tear his soul apart.
However…
“Cut! What on earth is going on? Can you be a bit more professional? You’re playing the role of soone being chased, how could you harm the protagonist? Reshoot.”
The scene restores, returning to the beginning.
Zoltan was stunned for a mont, as an undead, he actually felt so emotion stir within his brain. However, this emotion was soon devoured completely by the thick malice.
He moved once more,
but the situation changed.
As soon as he stepped out, snap! A trap triggered, and his right foot was firmly clamped.
The back-to-back sensation returned simultaneously, and his head was instantly cut off.
“Cut! This ti it’s your fault, Luo Di! It took others a lot of effort to co and shoot the film, as a victim you should at least get a minute or more of screen ti, how could you kill them right off the bat.
Although we’re shooting a B-level film, there’s still so standards, right? Just because you’re a big star now, doesn’t an you can do whatever you want, quickly reshoot.”
And so,
Every ti Zoltan died, the scene would reset.
The director was extrely picky, shot hundreds of takes without once calling it.
The feeling of each death etched deeply within Zoltan’s body, awakening that most primitive emotion, even the fully fernted malice could no longer erase such feelings.
[119th ti]
Action!
This ti was sowhat different,
The shore was wetter than previous tis, the lake water seemingly slowly rising.
Bubbles gurgled on the water’s surface.
Driven by malice, Zoltan crazily jumped into the lake, swimming toward the bottom.
The murky water obscured vision,
he could vaguely see so activity at the bottom.
As he approached rapidly, the view gradually cleared. Below, indeed were people, but more than one, there was a pile of bodies.
Zoltan corpses densely piled underneath, the root cause of the rising lake surface.
So decapitated,
so cleaved open,
so torn apart while alive.
Every death corresponded to scenes that occurred before.
Clearly already dead, filled with malice like an undead Zoltan,
but now trembling with fright, the primordial emotion compressed within his brain erupted, overpowering the malice montarily.
As a deceased,
he was afraid.
He swam desperately to the surface, trying to escape.
Along the way, he saw caras swiftly moving through the forest, nurous set crew, and the director, who disgustingly thumbed up and praised his performance.
At this mont,
sothing rapidly approached from behind,
the person moved backward, quickly closing in.
Still back-to-back…
Suddenly,
The moonlight of the night shone down,
The flash of a knife followed,
Head falling to the ground,
“Perfect! That’s exactly the effect this director wants, hee hee, the audience will definitely love this scene.”
…
Deep within the tomb.
Zoltan stood still.
Luo Di stepped on his face, gripping the brain filled with malice with one hand, pulling hard, actually extracting the entity of malice.
Like so nauseating waste, caught between a tumor and liquid.
This filth seed to have an exceedingly ancient age, as if from outside the universe, capable of infecting all things, even gods struggled to evade it.
Yet it couldn’t penetrate Luo Di’s body, not at all.
“Done…”
Just when Luo Di thought everything was over,
within the depths of Zoltan’s brain, a strange red dot erged…
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