r18novel Chapter 198 The Great Old Ones
Chapter 198 The Great Old Ones
Chapter 198 The Great Old Ones
Amidst deafening roars, the army of undead and the army of cavemen clashed violently.
At that moment, it was as if an invisible force exploded within the cave, and the monsters let out sharp, piercing screams, sounds as sharp as blades, sending chills down one's spine.
Compared to the terrifying numbers of the caveman army, these living beings clearly do not have any advantage, but they are not ordinary undead, but rather enhanced products that have been modified.
Every living creature here possesses at least captain-level combat strength. Their movements are not sluggish like those of other living creatures; on the contrary, they are incredibly swift.
Every bone spur on his body became a weapon for reaping lives in that instant. Each surprise attack could easily kill a caveman, raising a spray of scarlet blood.
The cave dwellers, driven to a state of extreme frenzy, were also aroused and began reckless suicide attacks. As soon as one person died, another would pounce on them.
The cave was filled with a pungent smell of blood and decay, mixed with the putrid odor of the living corpses, making one want to vomit.
Blood flowed on the cave floor, gathering into dark red streams that washed over flesh and blood, shimmering with an eerie luster in the darkness.
Grilando had completely broken down at this point.
She stood there, completely at a loss.
At this moment, the clamor of the battlefield seemed to have nothing to do with her anymore.
Although she was standing in the middle of the battlefield, everyone there seemed to ignore her presence.
The living creatures formed a human wall, and together they formed a meat grinder, crushing any cave dwellers who dared to approach.
Before long, a flesh and blood "wall" was built up on the ground within a ten-meter radius of Gloriand.
The battle between the two sides grew increasingly fierce. The undead and the cavemen were entangled together, and the eerie green ghostly light in their empty eye sockets grew even denser.
Rock fragments kept falling from the cave walls. In the chaotic battlefield, neither side showed any sign of retreat, determined to completely annihilate the other side here.
Amid the chaos, Tang Zijun slowly took steps, holding a greatsword, and leisurely walked towards the Blood Cult.
His steps were slow yet heavy, each one seemingly treading on the heartbeat of the Blood Cultists—if they still had a heartbeat.
The Blood Cult members retreated shakily, a hint of human fear and confusion finally appearing in their mad eyes.
"You blasphemous thief...you...how dare you defile the people of the God of Blood!!"
"A thief?"
A high-ranking official whom Tang Zijun had killed flashed through his mind. That guy seemed to have this name, but he quickly shook his head and said coldly.
"I have not defiled the people of any so-called god of blood; I have merely commanded their loyalty. Though these bones are decaying, they can still discern whom they should serve..."
"Or to put it another way, if your so-called God of Blood is truly a god, then how could he possibly be defiled by my power?"
"blasphemer...blasphemer!!"
The Blood Cultist let out a frenzied growl; his pale, withered face was covered in blood vessels, giving him an eerie and terrifying appearance.
Tang Zijun silently watched this impotent and furious cultist, while at the same time, he felt a strong curiosity about this God of Blood.
Judging solely from the power they wield, the Withering Lord form is clearly far more powerful than the Magic King form.
But it is still far from the ultimate form of greed.
To be honest, the ability to control zombies is one of Sir Skull's signature skills. The moment Tang Zijun transformed, she could feel a connection between herself and those zombies.
This connection is very faint, like a silk thread, but it is very strong and unbreakable, as if one only needs to bend a finger to make those bones become one's puppets.
And that was indeed the case. As more and more cavemen's corpses appeared, they soon rose again from the eerie green flames.
These corpses, dragging their broken bodies, once again plunged into the battlefield, only this time, their targets were their own kind.
With each body he awakened, Tang Zijun felt his power increase by one point. At the same time, during the process of awakening the bodies, Tang Zijun also sensed some inexplicable auras.
It was a weak resistance, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or like trying to shake a tree. That force was completely unable to resist the erosion of the underworld, and after only resisting for a moment, it immediately disappeared into nothingness.
Tang Zijun didn't know if that power came from the God of Blood, but he did know that it was extremely weak and far from being any kind of "divine power".
Looking at the Blood Cult members who were still in a daze, Tang Zijun took another step forward.
"Tell me, who exactly is the God of Blood, and what is his stance in this war?"
"War...war...everyone will witness this apocalypse...the false god who usurped power will perish at the arrival of the Outer God...the world will return to the hands of the ruler...the Old Days...:the blessings of the Old Days have already descended..."
Tang Zijun originally wanted to extract some information about the God of Blood. He really wanted to know why these people who worshipped evil gods hadn't joined the war since Nightmare and the Gods of the Void had already started their battle.
Not only the God of Blood, but it seems that all the fallen have fallen into an extreme fanaticism. They have long ignored the war at hand, as if the chaos of the gods will not affect them.
But the problem is, since they all live in the same world, wouldn't the monsters of the Nightmare Realm turn on them after destroying the gods of the Void Realm?
Now, upon hearing the mad words of the Blood Cult, Tang Zijun's brows furrowed deeply.
Ancient gods, Outer gods, rulers, the Great Old Ones...:
Why does this sound like it contains elements of the Cthulhu Mythos?
But suddenly, an idea flashed through Tang Zijun's mind.
The alternation between the dream world and the real world, the Ragnarok of the ancient gods, and those seemingly fantastical yet closely connected legends.
At that moment, Tang Zijun suddenly had a bad feeling.
He grabbed the Blood Cultist by the collar and lifted his mangled body. "Who is the God of Blood? Tell me his name!!"
".........hey-hey...""
The Blood Cultist grinned, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.
"...I saw you...but you couldn't fathom your true nature..."
"I need a name!"
Tang Zijun grabbed his neck, her tone icy.
The Blood Cultist's body seemed to shrink, becoming limp, though a mocking smile remained on his face.
"...Blasphemer...Blasphemer...The Ruler was there...The Ruler is here now...The Ruler is forever...Existing beyond space, existing beyond reason..."
As he spoke, the Blood Cultist slowly raised his head, his blood-red eyes fixed on Tang Zijun.
"You... merely rule the world he once ruled... and... will rule the world you rule..."
Tang Zijun's expression turned somewhat grim. He was about to say something when he suddenly realized that the heretic in his hands was in a very strange state.
Looking down, one could see terrifying energy rapidly gathering beneath the robes of the Blood Cult members. While this energy wouldn't threaten Tang Zijun, its destructive power would completely engulf the entire cave.
"Great Ruler, your lowly servant will offer your final sacrifice!!"
The Blood Cult members laughed maniacally, their hoarse voices echoing amidst the carnage of the battlefield before being quickly drowned out.
Tang Zijun frowned slightly, flicked his arm and threw it into the depths of the cave. Then, he suddenly flashed away and disappeared from the spot like a ghost.
Meanwhile, in the distance, Grilando was still in shock, unable to reconcile the Frost Goddess with the skeletal monster before her.
She had been torn between her beliefs and her inner turmoil for a long time, and for the first time in her life, she began to doubt her faith.
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, and before Grelando could react, the figure shielded her.
The next moment, a deafening boom!
The violent power of blood transformed into terrifying energy that exploded deep within the cave.
A destructive surge of energy erupted, causing the entire cave to shake violently.
The torches carried by everyone went out with a crash, plunging everything into darkness. In the darkness, only monsters with eerie green flames burning in their eyes continued their slaughter.
Gloria instinctively covered her head, and then she heard Tang Zijun's familiar voice.
"This place is about to collapse. Hold on to me, I'll get you and Deske away from here."
Others might not notice, but Tang Zijun could sense that ever since the Blood Cult members self-destructed, all the cave dwellers affected by the power of blood had become unstable.
If the power of blood had previously driven the caveman army mad and turned them into monsters, then now they have become nothing more than bombs about to explode.
With a wave of his hand, Tang Zijun caused a crack to appear in the ground beneath his feet. Then, with a chilling neigh, a skeletal horse engulfed in eerie green flames struggled to crawl out.
"Hyacinth, lead the way!"
Tang Zijun scooped up the unconscious Deske and tossed him onto the horse's back, then picked up Gloria and mounted the horse herself.
"oh!"
Hyacinth stopped pretending to be dead. She quickly flew into the air, the antennae on her forehead glowing, and flew back the way she came.
Tang Zijun pulled on the reins, and the giant skeletal horse let out a neigh, galloping off like a speeding sports car.
Gloria instinctively turned to look at the battlefield of the undead and cavemen, but the next second, her vision was filled with bursts of violent energy.
The unstable power of blood exploded violently, and the shouts of killing were directly drowned out by the explosions of the cave dwellers, resulting in secondary explosions in a very short time.
A gust of wind rushed towards her, and Grilando's brain jolted; her eyes rolled back, and she lost consciousness.