Chapter 1855: Chapter 1852: Eugene’s Choice
The colossal glacier near the edge of the frozen tundra.
A bizarre entity flew straight in, the collision causing the entire glacier to tremble, the individual buried within only halting after reaching the mountain’s core.
The ice layers pierced were smeared with a foul-smelling green slime,
The Eugenes were punched into their “true form”, with hundreds of dark green tentacles buffering and negating the impact damage… otherwise, he might have been thrown off the tundra, falling into the perilous void region.
Unable to hold back, various bits of fragmented internal organs are vomited out along with what’s inside.
His head wrapped within an amoeba-like body, Eugene reveals a somewhat relieved smile.
“If not for the initial cold, making me wear the ‘Black Meat Overcoat’ specifically tailored through Meat Mountain… my body and soul would have been shredded by this punch.
The disparity is just too exaggerated, I cannot even begin to understand the principle behind it.
There’s something that must be figured out,
How does the opponent achieve complete immunity from harm while unprepared? This cannot be solely attributed to the strength disparity; even if they are absurdly powerful, one cannot be ‘entirely unharmed’ in such a situation.
Legendary Equipment that can shake Truth, and the attack I just delivered contained M.O.’s power.
This kind of blow cannot be without damage; something must have been ‘consumed’, just not visible on the surface.
If we can’t figure this out, we will all be killed… Ugh!
Another wave of vomiting.
Eugene feels a sense of near collapse.
At this time, a voice from Pope transmits between his mind.
‘Through your recent contact, Eugene, it can be roughly affirmed that this individual’s level touches, or is even at the Middle Rank.
Your current location is close to the plant planet… you should first retreat alone, then Han Dong and I will find a way to escape using void means.’
‘Can truly escape, Pope?
If this guy finds the concealed plant planet, a few punches could shatter it directly, making it equally difficult for us to escape then.
This guy is indeed very strong, but also a bit strange… My Eye of Shoggoth faintly sees the ‘peculiarity’ within, if we can pinpoint this strange point, we might have a chance.
This kind of injury, for the former me, might really render me unable to move anymore.
However, the current me can still hold on.’
‘That’s good… Nicholas apparently isn’t ready to leave directly either.’
Eugene’s eyes survey several glaciers from dozens of kilometers away, within the combat region, observing a grey light beam that disregards dimensions descending.
When the light beam drops, in less than seconds,
An intangible pressure spreads across the frozen continent, even Eugene located on the edge of the glacier can distinctly feel the impact of this pressure… constructing a terrifying image within his mind.
Some ‘black entity’ scatters within consciousness, even making Eugene feel something dark hovers behind him.
“Though it’s Borrowing God,
Ultimately the ‘intensity’ expressed, the degree of alignment, are related to the true form… after all, merely borrowing a divine pattern.
Has Nicholas grown to this extent… really unwilling~ Sss! So painful.”
Eugene looks down at his abdomen.
The punched imprint embedded in the flesh, just a hair’s breadth from piercing the body,
The soul too subjected to the squeeze of the fist, severely deformed… even the inner world (hosting Necrophage Cult, Black Flesh Mountain, exclusive to Eugene’s small world) nearly collapsed.
In the past, if not for the support from the inner world, the sharing of impact from Meat Mountain, he would likely already be dead.
Eugene reaches into the ‘inner world’,
From the altar in the central cathedral, directly retrieves the Demon Book – Scripture of the Corpse Eating Cult being reverently knelt and sacrificed by the Instructor.
Due to the interruption of the sacrifice process, the demon book seems a bit displeased, its cover mouth continually rubbing, making sounds of wanting to devour humans.
Eugene raises his head, gazing at the ice layer above, softly sighs:
“Ah~ really don’t want to use this move.
This is my long-cherished trump card originally meant to deal with you, Nicholas~
Unexpectedly using it to cooperate with you… cough cough cough! But true, if dead, can no longer defeat you, trump cards are meant to be used sooner or later.
Eugene invokes the ‘Power of the Magic Book’, growing mouths all over his body,
All mouths synchronously wriggling under the trend of shared consciousness, intoning an ancient forbidden speech.
This language is not commonly used, only a very few who have studied ‘linguistics’ or have encountered special experiences can understand.
Upon hearing this language, Pope immediately cuts off the connection with Eugene.
Even merely hearing for a few seconds makes Pope feel unwell, as if something is gnawing at his body, licking his internal organs.
‘Hmm? Eugene can reach a deeper ‘layer’, the compatibility with the demon book is unexpectedly high? No wonder the teacher awarded the Scripture of the Corpse Eating Cult to him as a reward.’
While Pope feels a bit shocked.
Eugene has completed the chanting segment of the forbidden technique, Newest update provided by novel⚑fire.net
Immediately performing a seemingly nonsensical act of self-sacrifice, stretching his head into the Scripture of the Corpse Eating Cult, completely plunging into the fleshy mouth growing on the book cover.
‘Before dying’, Eugene leaves a ‘last word’.
“Pope, please help me transport this book over… can save some time on travel.”
As soon as the words fall.
The Demon Book bites down, engulfing Eugene’s head completely, refusing to let go, not sparing each splattered drop of green fluid.
After devouring the head, it continues to greedily consume the body,
Sucking up the green tentacles like slurping noodles, each eyeball bursting in the mouth with an explosive effect… pop-pop-pop~ sounds persist during the feast.
Within a short span of over ten seconds, the Demon Book has consumed Eugene’s entire true form.
According to the last word.
With a snap, Pope conjures a fitting void crack beneath the Demon Book, sending it to the center of the frozen soil where combat is happening.
The central battlefield is already enveloped by an extreme darkness, spreading thoroughly.
Even more pure and extreme than any darkness within London City, regardless of the remaining ice layers, scorched-earth, or the magma flowing out, all are dyed black.
Except for the bank clerk, there is no change in color.
“Hmm… actually can’t hit?”
The bank clerk has thrown several punches already.
Yet merely the fist surface stained with some black substance, unable to successfully hit the target.
Standing upright fifty meters away, a ‘Black Man’ … skin, teeth, hair, eye all black, a similarly jet-black crow perched on his shoulder.
This black more akin to black onyx, pure and lustrous.