Chapter 890: Chapter 747: The Excretion of All Spirits
As he emitted this eerie sound, he began to walk within the magic circle, like a twisted creature.
With each step he took, a symbol illuminated, seemingly at random, but each symbol inflicted terrifying tornt on the boy.
At the mont Happy’s gaze landed on him, a symbol composed of several black spots lit up.
“Ah!”
The boy, who had been enduring torture and suppressing his pain, finally let out a piercing wail.
His body began to visibly manifest tiny “black holes,” as if countless bugs were gnawing at his skin, including his face and even his scalp, creating a scene that was enough to make soone with trypophobia die on the spot.
Without allowing the boy a mont to catch his breath, the twisted wizard, parasitized by “Horror Will,” took another step.
Another symbol, resembling an eyeball, illuminated, and the cries continued.
Under everyone’s gaze, the boy’s eyeball seed to be crudely grabbed by a pair of hands, slowly being pulled from the socket bit by bit.
Anyone with so knowledge of the human body knows that the eyeball has tenacious muscular connections, and the brutal process of pulling it out will cause unimaginable pain to the owner.
“Stop, make it stop.”
“Who are you people? What do you want?”
Happy Fisher’s plump face showed pain, extre grief, and he roared angrily.
Especially after seeing the other side genuinely alleviate the torture, responding with a strange laugh, Happy’s performance beca even more wholehearted.
His chubby face turned crimson, tears welled in the corners of his eyes, as he roared at the twisted wizard and at the pale-faced middle-aged man leading a short distance away: “That’s just a child, what has he done wrong? You disgusting, shaless chaotic faction Transcendents are just a bunch of vermin.”
“My Lord, he’s stalling for ti.”
In front of Happy, the pale-faced middle-aged wizard did not get enraged at all; he rely knelt down, respectfully addressing the “Horror Will” torturing the boy.
Before Happy, whose intent had been exposed, could continue speaking, the intent residing in the twisted wizard’s body drifted over again with a strange laugh, overlapping, blurring, perating with polluted black and green mist that filled Delaware City Hall. Inside the mist, the terrifying sound went directly into Happy’s ears.
“…I know… they are waiting for that Molten Furnace Witch King…”
“The most delicious soul… has already been reserved by the strongest among us.”
“…They are on their way… I’m just sampling first.”
“Boom!”
As an experienced and strong Transcendent, Happy Fisher’s mind roared at this mont.
He appeared naive, yet his wisdom was adequate.
He imdiately recognized the terrifying implications hidden within these words, especially concerning the Molten Furnace Wizards.
“The Molten Furnace Wizards have been targeted.”
“It’s more than one Evil God; they’re trying to reenact the Dark Era’s siege of Molten Furnace Wizards.”
“The leader is reserved by the strongest Evil God; they are waiting for him to co rescue, then ambush?”
“No, I can’t let the leader walk into a trap.”
A deep regret arose in Happy Fisher’s mind; shortly after the war began, he had already sent a call for help to the leader.
At this mont, after realizing the danger, he imdiately wanted to send a warning.
Yet, at this ti, Happy realized he couldn’t move.
A dense yellow pillar of light abruptly broke through the sky, descending.
His body, mind, and thoughts lost control at the mont they touched the yellow light.
Simultaneously, the previously constant sounds of fighting at Delaware City Hall fell into silent tranquility.
The other Molten Furnace Wizards experienced the sa predicant.
The only difference is that each beam of light is of a different color. Starting from a deep yellow, Happy’s eyes reflect purples, blacks, whites, greens, blues, reds… dozens of colors, each beam exuding a different terrifying aura, an aura of madness and distortion.
This mysterious extraordinary organization instantly split into two parts.
One part is holding various “Curios,” appearing separately at every corner of the city hall, forming a large circle. Each Curio, along with their holders, begins to emit ghost lights, collectively creating a massive spell formation that forcibly hollows out the sky above the city hall.
The source of all the beams now appears, as a world filled with copious filthy hues.
“We have arrived.”
Before Happy’s eyes, a pale face is almost touching his nose.
The hoarse, abnormal tone makes Happy dizzy. As lting Furnace Light Fla surges inside him, he seems to sll extre stench, with an impulse to vomit out his internal organs.
Parasitized!
Happy looks at the middle-aged man with the pale face who just unveiled his purpose a second ago. He remains the sa, greasy sparse hair sticking to his forehead, but his eye sockets have turned into a mass of deep yellow fog, extrely foul-slling.
Aside from Happy, every Molten Furnace Wizard stands before a parasitized individual.
The “filthy hue world” above the sky is temporarily isolated from the Origin Star’s repulsion, transmitting twisted, filthy power downwards.
These terrifying wills control the parasitized individuals, easily suppressing the light flas surging inside the Molten Furnace Wizards, including Happy Fisher.
“Hiss!”
A pale, rotten hand pierces into Happy’s chest cavity, penetrates muscle, and clutches his heart.
Accompanied by corrosion and burning noises, Happy Fisher’s chubby face is completely twisted, yet he firmly suppresses the impulse to wail. He would rather bite down a mouthful of teeth than open his mouth and let the other savor joy.
The parasitized individual grins, showing yellow-black teeth and a rotten tongue, reminiscent of the taste of “Concentrated Liquid” from the depths of a garbage hill, sweeping over.
Just as this unknown will, unknown Evil God was about to make another move, suddenly, they collectively turned their heads with a crack, looking in one direction.
There, a crack gap was birthed.
The Fool’s Ship sails out, Tang Qi No. 2 appears atop the giant statue in Delaware City Hall.
When he at this mont ets dozens of terrifying, distorted gazes, his avatar, having beco “Molten Furnace Witch King,” seems to suddenly suffer an impact; his body trembles, yet in the originally empty void, various “paints” splash down.
Beneath this facade, Tang Qi No. 2 suffers a pollution attack, with imdiate effect.
His skin is gnawed into billions of small holes, pus bursts forth, his complete body disassembles piece by piece, rotting instantaneously, becoming foul-slling… As the change appears to continue, sudden hissing sounds echo as intense light flas erupt.
All filthy facades are burned completely clean, and in Tang Qi’s eyes, dozens of ghost lights burst forth, Information Fragnt surges like tides in his mind.
The next second, Tang Qi No. 2 speaks.
“Are you… Family of Ten Thousand Spirits’ Pollution?”
“Hmm, part of it, the weakest, foul-slling part.”
The first sentence still carried doubt, but soon, as nurous fragnts erge, Tang Qi’s tone becos certain.
These chaotic fragnts quickly consolidate clearly, parsed by Tang Qi.
[Extraordinary Creatures: Family of Ten Thousand Spirits’ Pollution.]
[State: Part.]
[Information Fragnt One: Family of Ten Thousand Spirits’ Pollution is a highly special ‘Evil God Group’ within the boundless mystery, having an unknown number of mbers, and not all mbers possess a Divine Position. Most mbers are actually Demigod Level existences, with a few possessing Divine Power.]
[Information Fragnt Two: Although having an unknown number of mbers, they are essentially one, thus collectively occupying a ‘Ten Thousand Spirits’ position, categorized at Powerful God level, with a camp of chaotic neutrality.]
[Information Fragnt Three: Their birth originates from the mystery above’s “Ten Thousand Spirits” excretion.]
[Information Fragnt Four: As a collective existence, they are Undying. Even Dominator-level God cannot eradicate them, but individual existence can easily perish, with so mbers even dying due to coincidences at the hands of ordinary humans, beasts, or low-level Extraordinary Creatures.]
[Information Fragnt Five: Regardless of which part of the mbers, sacrifices can be made, but the consequence is not gaining praise from the Master of the Crucible, but disdain.]
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