newbobooks Chapter 361 Out of Control
Chapter 361 Out of Control
Chapter 361 Out of Control
In the underwater ruins, Cavetuvana's vertical pupils, larger than a carriage, became cloudy and filled with madness.
The seeds of the "Plague Storm" that Cyril had planted in the spiritual world have erupted!
Various psychological illnesses and extreme madness erupted one after another, breeding countless crazy thoughts on its island of consciousness and spiritual world, turning into a mental storm that swept around, and stirring up a terrifying tsunami and natural disaster in the deep sea of collective unconsciousness.
The storms and waves of the mental world crashed against the island of consciousness time and time again, and in a series of illusory shattering sounds, its mental barrier was directly destroyed.
For Kavitua, who was already spiraling out of control and on the verge of collapse, such an attack was the most vicious.
Under the ravages of the "plague storm," the rate at which its remaining mental state collapsed was greatly accelerated.
Driven by its mental breakdown, its body is also beginning to disintegrate at a visible rate.
Above the gray fog, Klein stared in disbelief at the scene before him and couldn't help but ask, "What did you do?"
"It probably completely destroyed its remaining spirit..." Sirion shrugged.
After a brief pause, he explained, "Its condition is more fragile and worse than I thought."
The "Mind Breath" technique was supposed to only cause it to momentarily lose focus and become stiff, but now it has directly caused irreparable damage to its mind and spirit.
The "plague storm targeting consciousness and spirit" pushed its remaining spirit even further towards destruction.
After a moment of silence, Klein's voice rang out again: "How long do you think it can hold out?"
Cyril looked at the giant sea serpent behind the "barrier," its body rapidly collapsing and its life force plummeting, and pondered, "One minute, or ten minutes..."
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"It won't take more than an hour anyway."
As he spoke, he tossed out a sheet of drawing paper and imagined the spirit-summoning ritual depicted on it...
Klein, above the gray fog, immediately responded; within the ever-expanding and stretching candlelight, the chivalrous thief "Black Emperor" appeared.
His figure appeared out of nowhere.
The two waited for about ten minutes in the ruins of the spirit world until the roars from the other side of the "barrier" ceased.
Clang!
A gold coin was casually flicked out by Sirion.
After completing a simple divination, he looked at Klein beside him and said, "Kavituwa has completely fallen."
After saying that, he stepped forward and once again passed through the "barrier" between the spirit world and reality, appearing within the area of the underwater ruins.
After a final frenzy and struggle in Kavituwa, the entire underwater ruins were reduced to rubble, and some of the partially collapsed buildings were completely destroyed.
The massive pillar that extended from the center of the ruins and seemed to support the entire site was broken off by Kavituwa and leaned against the top of a nearby building.
At this very moment, within the entire area of the underwater ruins, a roar filled with resentment, pain, and madness, capable of piercing through spirits, echoed for a long time.
This was the resentment, pain, and madness of Kavituwa before its death; it was its last roar.
Even though it is now completely dead, its unwilling roar still echoes for a long time.
Sirien suspected that if it wasn't cleaned up, the sound wouldn't disappear for years, decades, or even centuries.
"This is the influence of a demigod. It's on a completely different level from that of an ordinary extraordinary being."
Klein nodded silently to the side, then looked at the collapsed or half-collapsed stone pillars on both sides of the road paved with bluish-gray flagstones.
Beneath the stone pillar, the sea god's guards, their expressions numb and crazed, their bodies weathered and shriveled, discovered the intruders and charged at them with their weapons.
With his right fist clenched, Sirion spoke authoritatively, his voice carried on the slightly viscous air: "The resurrection of the dead is forbidden here!"
As he finished speaking, the Sea God's guards, who were charging towards them with their weapons, all stopped in their tracks and then collapsed to the ground.
Their numb and frenzied faces had lost all their luster, like corpses lying quietly in coffins.
Klein, who was about to make his move, paused for a moment, then decisively changed his strategy, infusing the "Sun Brooch" with spiritual energy while whispering an ancient Hermetic word: "Sun!"
In an instant, golden, illusory flames suddenly ignited on the gray stone-paved road ahead.
These flames emanated a pure and sacred solar aura, and their density formed an ocean, enveloping all the fallen guardians of the sea god, burning and purifying all evil within their bodies.
Cyril watched intently from the side, recording this extraordinary ability.
Half a minute later, the burning golden flames went out, and the sea god's guards who had fallen to the ground had their remaining power and aura burned away, turning them into ordinary corpses.
Even if Cyrene lifts the ban now, they will never be able to stand up again.
After passing the piled-up corpses of the Sea God's Guardians, Cyril stepped onto the stairs and entered the ruins he had not visited before.
The first thing you see is the enormous sea serpent corpse that occupies most of the space inside the ruins.
Its body is covered with fine, smooth, bluish-green scales, which are engraved with patterns similar to the various symbols found in the ruins.
In Cyrien's view, the corpse of Kavituwa was still wriggling with a very small arc, its thick snake tail occasionally sweeping across the ground.
This doesn't mean it wasn't completely dead; rather, the snake's tenacious vitality allows its body to retain some activity even after it has died completely.
Of course, this is only temporary. After a while, its body will begin to decay, releasing its extraordinary properties.
Upon entering the Hall of Ruins, the lingering, resentful, and unwilling roars of Kavituwa before his death became even clearer and more intense.
Cyril felt an inescapable dizziness and stinging in his head.
Klein's body, which had been in a spirit form, was no longer so solid and became somewhat transparent, showing signs of instability.
Before Cavitua's body lay an elderly man wearing a clergyman's soft cap.
His hair was gray, his body was like a gray rock, his face was contorted with pain, and his cloudy eyes were filled with longing, fear and restraint.
With a gurgling sound of swallowing saliva, he lunged at the enormous snake body in front of him.
As if guided, the sea god's guards, whose bodies were withered from weathering and had been lying prostrate around the hall, also rushed toward the huge sea serpent corpse.
"Are they...eating the god they worship?"
Klein was so shocked by this scene that he didn't know what to say.
Cyril replied nonchalantly, "Those who appear here are all fanatics of Kavituva. You can't expect any normal people among the fanatics, can you?"
"Perhaps in their eyes this is the right way to retain their god, or to become one with their god."
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Klein nodded silently.
Cyril said no more, clenched his right fist, and his aura suddenly became dignified, making people unconsciously want to bow their heads and grovel.
Even the sea god's guards who had pounced on Kavituwa's corpse, and the old man who appeared to be the high priest of the sea god, stopped their biting.
Cyrion pushed his clenched right fist forward, simultaneously uttering a low growl in Ancient Hermes: "Desecration of corpses is forbidden here!"
"The lingering thoughts of wronged spirits are forbidden here!"
"This place is ideal for the extraction of extraordinary properties!"
As he pronounced his verdict, the sea god's guards and high priests who were clinging to Kavituwa's corpse were thrown away by an invisible force, crashing to the floor with cracks of varying sizes appearing on their bodies.
The echoing sounds throughout the ruins, filled with resentment, unwillingness, pain, and mad screams, suddenly diminished and became ethereal.
Although it still makes people feel annoyed and uncomfortable, it no longer has any real impact.
At the same time, the enormous sea serpent corpse, which resembled an undulating, bluish-green hill and was covered with wounds of all sizes, lost its last remaining vitality, and its body ceased to writhe slowly.
A mysterious, bluish-green light began to emanate from the sea serpent's corpse, converging at a measured pace toward the teeth embedded in the massive pillar.
The old man wearing a clergyman's soft cap got up from the ground. His cloudy eyes gleamed with a bluish-green light. Slippery octopus tentacles emerged from beneath his tattered robe, and fine bluish-green scales grew on his exposed skin, along with coarse, stiff, grayish-black wolf hair.
His blood-red mouth opened, emitting a roar that was not human.
roar~~
This… Klein couldn’t help but frown: “He shouldn’t have eaten too much of Kavituwa’s flesh, so how could he have lost control?”
Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly; he could see the true nature of this high priest of the sea god.
It was a transparent and twisted cyan-blue sea serpent phantom, wrapped in silver-white chains, that was drilling into the high priest's body.
The serpent phantom is the remnant will of Kavituwa, and the silver-white chain represents the rules he established.
Logically, the rules set by a Sequence 5 artifact should be difficult to affect the will of a Sequence 3 being, but its remaining will is too weak, and the High Priest has consumed too little flesh and blood.
"Simply put, Kavituwa attempted to transfer its remaining will to its high priest, but failed, resulting in a bizarre and incongruous monster."
"It's not good at this kind of thing, it's not intelligent enough, it acts entirely on instinct, and there are also the rules I just set."
"Furthermore, the plague storm I left behind not only affected Kavituva, but also the sea god's guards and the high priest here."
"So they've all gone mad, they've lost control."
"But before, with Kavituwa's suppression, even if they went mad, they could only crawl on the ground and tremble."
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Klein floated silently to the side, and if the current situation weren't inappropriate, he would have liked to give a thumbs up.
A casually unleashed "Plague Storm" overwhelmed the "Sea God," driving its guards and high priest mad as well.
The "Record Officer," who can use demigod abilities, has severely disrupted the balance of the twenty-two pathways.
Unfortunately, there is no Game Master in the Mysterious World.
As he sighed inwardly, the sea god's guards, their bodies weathered and shriveled, had already descended into chaos, tearing at each other like mad beasts.
The high priest, whose eyes gleamed with azure light, looked at Sirion standing at the gate, his eyes filled with undisguised hatred and malice.
Ugh!
A heavy, oppressive wind surged from the high priest's body, swirling around him in gusts of wind that made it nearly impossible to move.
Thin, sharp wind blades were carried by the wind and shot towards Sirion.
The wind blades became chaotic the moment they approached him, turning around and disappearing into the ground or the surrounding walls.
The "Wriggling Hunger" on Klein's hand became transparent and cold, like skin just peeled off a vengeful spirit.
His figure also became transparent and disappeared from the spot.
The next second, he leaped out of the high priest's eyes, his head, encased in a black helmet, emitting a silent shriek.
The high priest stood frozen in place, his eyes glazed over, with bright red blood trickling down from his nostrils, ears, and the corners of his eyes.
The swirling, howling hurricane around them also collapsed and dissipated rapidly after losing its spiritual support.
The sea god's guards, their bodies shriveled from weathering, stopped biting each other and rolled on the ground in agony, clutching their heads.
Cyril paused in his clenched fist, then raised his hand to press his throbbing, dizzy head.
The ability "Wraith's Scream" does not distinguish between friend and foe.
On the other side, the "wriggling hunger" in Klein's hand turned into a lifeless gray-white.
At the same time, a layer of crystalline ice spread from beneath his feet, quickly covering half of the hall.
The high priest before him, and the sea god's guards writhing on the ground behind him, instantly transformed into vivid ice sculptures.
Then Klein clenched his right fist, twisted his waist and back, and swung it out violently.
boom!
The high priest of the sea god, who was frozen by the ice crystals, was sent flying backward by the impact.
He then infused the "Sun Brooch" with spirituality, and at the same time snapped his fingers to create air bombs tinged with gold.
boom! boom! boom!
One after another, golden air bullets landed on the high priest, causing blood to bloom on his chest, shoulders, and abdomen.
Recovering from the shock of the "wailing of vengeful spirits," Cyril clenched his right fist and thrust it forward: "Imprisonment!"
Layer upon layer of transparent walls appeared, firmly freezing the out-of-control high priest of the sea in place.
The next second, a magnificent and pure beam of blazing light descended from the sky, enveloping his out-of-control body.
Wisps of black smoke, resembling snakes, emerged from his body and vanished silently under the intense light.
Cyril's gaze locked onto the High Priest's head, his right fist clenched as he swung it, and he hissed, "Die!"
Bang!
The high priest's forehead and nose bridge instantly caved in, and his two eyes, which shimmered with a bluish-green light, became somewhat distorted.
Beneath his tattered robe, even more slippery tentacles with strange patterns emerged. Fish gills and fins grew from his jaw, while his face was covered with coarse, stiff wolf hair. His fingernails became sharp, long, and pointed, with a layer of fleshy membrane between his fingers.
With a ripping sound, his already tattered robe was completely reduced to shreds, and his body swelled into a half-wolf, half-fish monster covered in tentacles and scales.
It's like a super hybrid born from the incestuous relationship between various marine creatures and land wolves.
He completely lost control.
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