Chapter 891: Chapter 748: Converger
“The excretion of All Spirits?”
A sudden piece of Information Fragnt almost made Tang Qi lose his composure, instantly generating nurous associations.
“Do the All Spirits above mystery also excrete? No, this is a concept from the human world. The extraordinary world shouldn’t be so simplistic… A more precise description might be the Divine cleansing itself of impurities, detaching alien objects, mysterious consumption, and the remnants after their downfall, collectively referred to as excretion.”
“Perhaps, it’s akin to a junkyard or sewer in the boundless mystery.”
“These wills, these strange shapes, are the vile offspring bred within.”
“As for the Master of the Crucible’s disdain for these ‘strange-shaped evil spirits’, it’s likely because these entities, comparable to terms from the human world, are like maggots covered with feces or simply feces themselves; whether fried or burned, they are not very pleasant.”
These thoughts flickered as Tang Qi looked at the scene, those evil wizards who worship the evil spirit ‘Plague Green Rat’ naturally being ignored by him, and his gaze swiftly swept over the dozens of evil spirit wills currently descended onto this battlefield.
Disgust, repulsion, unconcealed.
Even “Divine” has corresponding emotions, even more intense than humans’.
These special evil spirits, born in peculiar places, have an acute sense for negative emotions.
So at this mont, when Tang Qi showed his revulsion, they imdiately sensed it.
In an instant, the dozens of wizards who were parasitized, in their eyesockets, various filthy mists surged, producing a soul-trembling, body-twisting overlapping sound, like dozens of tides rushing, attempting to drown Tang Qi’s mind.
“…Damn… Molten Furnace Witch King.”
“lter Wizard… must die.”
“His soul must be… delicious.”
…
If Tang Qi were just an ordinary lter Wizard, he might have already lost control by now.
But unfortunately, his avatar here is a genuine Molten Furnace Witch King, fully ard, a powerful witch king who has almost redeed all possible witchcraft; these foul words cannot penetrate his defenses.
Just as Tang Qi was about to take his next action, a distorted human figure appeared, at the sa height as him.
This was also a parasitized wizard, with limbs and trunk twisted at bizarre angles, as if so imnse force had twisted them into a pretzel, a pale head turning, during which various filthy colors spread across his face.
Soon, his facial features and appearance beca blurred.
However, an exaggerated smile spreading even further, nauseating as if forcibly cut open, revealing rows of yellow-black rotten teeth, in his eye sockets, was genuinely concentrated, variegated mist, detectable by any soul sensing the stench emanating from within.
As the fetid mist surged, accompanied by cracking sounds, a young man in a worn-out suit, patched with various “color blocks”, covered in dirt and stench appeared.
He seed like a clown, a vagabond, and a fallen gentleman, smiling flamboyantly, he bowed to Tang Qi, saying: “The first Molten Furnace Witch King of the New Era, you can call … The Converger.”
After a gentlemanly salute, the Converger continued to grin broadly, politely making a request.
“Now, may I collect you? I will find the best container for your soul, granting you ample nourishnt, you will rot, fernt, and ascend.”
“Gurgle”
Before the Converger finished speaking, beneath Tang Qi, the statue of the Father of Delaware vanished, replaced by a bubble of boiling, multicolored viscous liquid, like malodorous swamp sewage, about to engulf Tang Qi.
Tang Qi looked down, watching his body sinking, the instinctive lting furnace flas rapidly burning the liquid, yet more liquid surged forth, the toxic steam enveloping wildly, continuously consuming the flas, attempting to invade his body.
Simultaneously, the Converger extended a hand, as if issuing a decree, solemnly said: “Life Imprisonnt!”
As his voice fell, Tang Qi felt a peculiar force field descending, confining all life.
“Drowsy!”
Yet another high-positioned new power, a stroke of gray light hit Tang Qi, inducing an imdiate urge to sleep.
As his eyelids moved, several clusters of filthy light surged anew.
“Disease-ridden!”
“Nightmare Erosion!”
“Thunder Piercing!”
“Darkness Enveloping!”
In the blink of an eye, Tang Qi was bombarded by forces imbued with Divine Power, each filthy hue representing a high-standing power belonging to different Divines. These powers were being mixed and hurled upon Tang Qi’s body by an invisible hand.
Before he fell into darkness, ghost light surged from his eyes.
[Extraordinary Creature: Converger.]
[State: Coming.]
[Information Fragnt One: A mber of the “Family of Ten Thousand Spirits’ Pollution,” he is one of the few evil spirits obsessed with human forms. He has crafted over hundreds of human appearances for himself, most frequently a vagrant in tattered suits with an exaggerated smile. So family mbers consider him the strongest, but that’s not true.]
[Information Fragnt Two: He roams the Wan Ling Zhi Wu Universe all day, picking up and collecting anything or power he takes a fancy to, which makes him increasingly strong and chaotic.]
[Information Fragnt Three: He was once sacrificed by a lter Wizard during the Dark Era but was rejected by the Master of the Crucible and thrown back into the Wan Ling Zhi Wu Universe, which caused him to hate everything related to the Crucible, naturally including lter Wizards.]
[Information Fragnt Four: The Converger’s power isn’t strong on its own, but in his collection, there are Extraordinary Powers from various Divines, or the corresponding Divine Artifact Fragnts.]
[Information Fragnt Five: Although he has a parasitic shell, his power will continue to diminish once he descends to the Origin Star.]
Tang Qi, with half his body already collapsed, looked at these fragnts rising in his mind, curling his lips. His look of disdain and aversion seed to pierce through the darkness, locking eyes with the dirt-covered Converger.
“So, he’s just a garbage picker.”
“Boom!”
As anger and distortion surfaced in the eye sockets suffused with multicolored mist of the Converger, the sound of explosions ca.
The filthy Divine Powers that had been “picked up” and used on Tang Qi were suddenly burned away by the explosive flas, the Demigod Level Molten Furnace Witch King’s Light Flas Magic like an endless tide overpowered those picked-up powers in just a flash.
In the rising stench of steam, an object that had once struck the newly appointed Pope and the Knova Mad King broke through everything and directly smashed down on the Converger’s head.
In that mont, Tang Qi seed to have shattered a paint bucket, with various paints exploding and spilling everywhere.
Transford into the Molten Furnace War God, Tang Qi ignored the different human figures continually forming in the paints, his figure flickering, reappearing inside the Magic Array.
The screams originated from the eight pale Wizards.
They didn’t even have ti to see Tang Qi’s face before their bodies, full of plague and disease, turned to dust when casually licked by the Witch King’s fla.
“Squeak Squeak”
In front of the young lter Wizard, a pale face infested by parasites emitted a mouse-like squeal, making one feel like they were standing in a foul-slling sewer, dizzy, nauseous, and unable to move.
Thick, poisonous black-green fog spread, within it appeared a giant rat.
It crawled and shuttled through a fetid, filthy universe, every hard black hair stained with pollution, its massive transforming maw constantly opened, devouring so writhing flesh chunks, licking the flowing viscous liquid.
“Sllier than a garbage picker, get lost.”
As if kicking away a dirty rat, Tang Qi couldn’t even be bothered to wield the lting Furnace Hamr, kicking the plague-ridden Wizard infested by the “Plague Green Rat” into a heap of rotten flesh, as his body flickered away from the area again.
But at that very mont, under his feet, the Delaware City Hall once again rotated and switched like gears, reversing the space. Hundreds of phantoms surrounded him, each reeking with filth and stench but also shimring with different Divine Power auras.
“Why not let collect?”
“Your body is so delicious, just give it to , and I can find you the perfect spot where nurous Divines will heap their excretions onto your body. You will gradually rot, beco mad and chaotic, but eventually you’ll undergo transformation; you’ll beco my perfect collection… the power of the Crucible, give it to now!”
“Ah!”
Hundreds of human figures reached out, the mouths spewing a terrible odor, roaring at Tang Qi.
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