lcionline Chapter 102 Even the Nightmare God Has Eaten a God
Chapter 102 Even the Nightmare God Has Eaten a God
Chapter 102 Even the Nightmare God Has Eaten a God
The circling black crows glowed with a cold white light like fireflies, surveying the monster below.
A mass of darkness with a human-shaped outline, flowing through the air.
His entire body was covered only in his bright, scarlet eyes, which shone like candlelight.
The air around the body seemed to be scorching hot, and the light refracted and distorted, making the surrounding objects appear blurred and indistinct.
It did not launch an attack immediately, but irritably repeated "So noisy" in a low voice, growling at the black crow, its scarlet eyes drawing two brief streaks of light in the darkness.
The crow clenched its teeth, unconsciously grinding them, swallowing the rising saliva as a burning sensation spread through its stomach.
A seemingly unspeakable behemoth lowered its gaze from behind the curtain. Just by meeting those scarlet eyes, the bewitching raven's mind began to echo with the ethereal sounds of chewing, tearing, and feeding.
The sounds of ferocious, beast-like gnawing echoed one after another, like waves crashing against rocks.
"Eat—eat it all—"
"It's so noisy!"
The whispers of the living corroded grew more urgent.
The voice, freed from the constraints of reason, surged dramatically in frequency, like a priest in a church reciting scriptures with high-speed, continuous prayers, each syllable carrying the sticky taste of saliva, so thick it could almost be drawn into threads.
The Crow couldn't comprehend the power of the Living Eclipse before it; its vast experience told it—
very dangerous!
The living erosion opened its blood-red maw, its mouth stretching to its ears.
With an astonishingly wide mouth opening, the raven saw another physical characteristic besides "darkness" and red eyes.
He has a mouthful of slightly uneven teeth, but which would be considered very white by today's standards.
The teeth gleamed faintly in the darkness, like neatly arranged tombstones.
The living, corrosive mouth opened with incredible force.
The phrase "enough to fit a fist" is an exaggeration for most people; it's a dramatic expression used by bards to portray characters.
The monster before the bewildering crow's eyes was swollen in the mouth!
A gigantic, almost translucent mouth occupied the entire space of the head, and the dim, lifeless head, like a broken light bulb, swelled up like a balloon.
It was so large that one might doubt it could swallow a whole sheep's head whole, its gaping maw closing tightly.
"Gah!"
At the point where the stone wall was eroded and interlocked, it crumbled.
The hard rock resembles a loaf of bread bitten by a giant beast, leaving an arc-shaped gap with a radius of about two meters.
The edges of the notch are jagged, with clear tooth-like patterns.
The area of damage is completely disproportionate to the extent of the erosion.
Most of the matter vanished into thin air.
The falling stones and the scattered stone dust from the damage combined could not fill the enormous gap.
It was as if something "devoured" the entire area the moment the bite occurred.
The black crow circled in mid-air, scrutinizing the monster's magical creation below with its cold white glow; it had vanished without a trace.
It stopped right at the edge of that huge gap.
They were a little far from the core, far enough that the crows thought it was safe enough.
It was only a peripheral ripple, and it vanished in an instant.
The crows were at peace.
Before the attack was launched, he felt a strong sticky sensation, like stepping on a sticky mouse.
This did not slow him down. With a slight dodge, the Bewitching Raven quickly distanced itself from the Living Eclipse, and they stared at each other across the canal.
The Living Eclipse slowly turned its head, its scarlet eyes locking onto the location of the Bewitching Raven once again.
Nan'an's voice came through the uninterrupted communication.
"It's the sound of intense fighting," he said. "Where is it? Do you need help?"
"A very strange living erosion," the raven replied briefly.
Before the words were finished, the gaping maw of the living worm opened and closed again.
The crow spread its wings and soared through the air, turning and maneuvering.
His figure left countless afterimages in mid-air, like a real crow darting through a narrow space.
The bite marks always lagged behind him, blooming one after another behind him.
The stone walls crumbled, the ground collapsed, and the air whistled as it snapped together.
The attack range is expanding as the attack frequency increases.
"I'll eat you up!"
"eat!"
"eat!"
"eat!"
The living erosion's body began to wriggle and swell.
Behind it grows a massive number of cone-shaped tails, densely packed, like the tentacles of some deep-sea creature.
They pierced upwards, embedding themselves in the bricks and stones at the top of the waterway, replacing limbs and becoming new support points.
The bewitching raven gripped its spear of light, its eyes blazing.
He stared at the monster rushing towards him, the magic power gathering in his palm growing ever more intense.
The light spear hummed and vibrated in his hand. He aimed at the exact moment the living worm opened its mouth to bite, and hurled it out!
The instant it left his hand, the space became as bright as day, the dazzling light comparable to a flashbang, trailing a long tail of flame, it went straight into Huo Xue's chest cavity.
Swift, accurate, and ruthless, the living eroder has no chance to dodge.
But the moment the spear tip touched Huo Shi's chest, invisible ripples spread outwards from the point of contact, gradually diminishing the power of the spear.
The light dimmed in the ripples, and its power weakened as it diminished.
It barely pierced the living corrosive's chest cavity, disappearing into the tar-like darkness, but only slowed the living corrosive's movements for a moment.
As if it felt no pain, it crawled and gnawed wildly!
His extensive combat experience allowed him to act without hesitation. He frowned slightly, raised his hand, and released the magic.
More than ten black crows took flight from behind him and swooped down into the darkness.
They disperse hallucinogenic fog in mid-air, interfering with vision.
This is the signature magic created by the Bewitching Raven through its understanding of the black mist. It is an artificial domain that is convenient for crows to attack and is perfectly integrated with the Raven itself.
After the Black Mist Era, few people have ever reached the "domain" that high-level mages of the Gray Star Era had worked so hard to explore.
Even something as ancient as the crow won't work.
By accumulating experience and battling against time, all they could do in the end was to create a "pseudo-domain" that the pioneers of Gray Star magic found incredibly amusing, through clever tricks.
Black mist filled the air.
The cone-shaped tail of the erosion vessel moved as it was engulfed in the erosion.
Its tail pierced the black mist with precision, each strike accurately turning the black crow into scattered magical fragments.
Even in pseudo-territories, there is a home-field advantage.
The bewitching raven is unaffected by the visual obstruction created by the black mist, but enemies within it should feel as if they are immersed in ink, unable to discern their location.
The living erosion was completely unaffected by the black mist.
As if it had built-in X-ray vision, each black crow was framed and transformed into a stick figure.
Those scarlet eyes, piercing through the black mist, stared straight at the Bewitching Raven, drawing ever closer, ever closer—
The curve of his lips, stretching from his ears, resembled a silent mockery.
The spell that made Raven famous has never been so humorous.
He neither retreated nor chose to draw his sword.
Just as the Living Eclipse was about to open its blood-red maw again, the Bewitching Raven charged forward, leaving a trail of afterimages in the narrow space.
An invisible airflow swirled around his legs, accelerating him and propelling him to complete this seemingly insane act.
The crow reached out with both hands and grabbed the Eclipse's closing jaws tightly.
"Click!"
The bite of the living erosion was forcibly stuck.
Its bite force was equal to that of the bewitching crow.
The mysterious power that could devour things from a distance suddenly stopped working.
"It seems that your divine and demonic power requires biting as a medium; if your mouth cannot close, it cannot take effect."
The living eclipse struggled frantically, its cone-shaped tail trying to extend forward and pierce through the body of the bewitching crow.
A giant raven, as tall as two people, soared into the air, its entire body constructed of pure warm light, its wings flapping and creating a whistling sound.
It opened its beak, and a spear of light shot out from its mouth—exactly the same one that the bewitching raven had just thrown, as if repeating the chant and casting the spell again.
The light spear swept across, precisely slicing away all the cone-shaped tails that tried to extend.
At the moment of fracture, the living erosion emitted a piercing shriek.
Its tail, like a severed snake's body, twisted and twitched on the ground, turning into puddles of black pus.
Suddenly feeling the pain, the crow strangely glimpsed reason in the other's eyes?
The surrounding air suddenly became viscous, and the burning sensation in the crow's stomach intensified.
It was as if they had been starving for days, without eating a single grain of rice.
"eat----"
"Eat!"
Hintful whispers echoed in the void, urging him to imitate the living erosion and devour the other's flesh and blood.
A sudden feeling of compression washed over them, and a heavy atmosphere descended like a mountain pressing down.
"boom!"
[Petrified body]
The moment the crow's physical defense was greatly enhanced, objects within a radius centered on itself were all sliced away.
The lingering pain from the biting wounds made him dizzy.
He quickly pulled out the metal box to open it, but Huo Shi landed on all fours and fled in the opposite direction.
Its destructive power, defensive capabilities, and mobility all meet the evaluation criteria for high-level active corrosion.
"On par with Almahern—pure destructive power, even greater than her."
The crow gripped the metal box, catching its breath.
Unless absolutely necessary, most owners of controllable gods and demons are unwilling to use their trump cards.
Even if the one he has is controllable, the risk factor is still high.
"The battle ended, and it ran away."
The incident happened suddenly, and the Crow was not prepared to fight the other Living Eclipses, nor did it intend to fight to the death.
Nan'an, who was anxiously awaiting the results on the other end of the communication, was inevitably shocked.
"Very strong?"
"Extremely strong. If it were any other E'de, Gunn and I would have to consider issuing compensation and applying for family honors."
"How does it compare to the Eye of Aging?"
This is the most troublesome guy in Nan'an's perception, and he is straightforward and easy to use as a unit of measurement for combat strength.
"In this case, we will only measure it by its destructive power. Compared to it, Almahern is at best a slime."
Laymen with only a superficial understanding of the Living Eclipse and the Gods and Demons might mistakenly believe that Almarhern, who possesses near-conceptual power and can steal life force, is the most troublesome opponent.
Although the Eye of Aging is powerful, its destructive power is limited.
A massacre, at most 100 people in a small town, would be enough to exhaust her.
If left unchecked, all it would take is 100 people to rally and charge at her; without using dark magic to escape, she would be beaten to death.
Here, high-altitude erosion is truly vulnerable to pitchforks.
Most live erosions target single bugs, but are ineffective against groups.
Even for powerful individuals, their strength will be greatly reduced due to insufficient physical strength, side effects, and lack of divine and demonic power.
To achieve this, one must combine several conditions: powerful attacks against multiple targets, negligible physical exertion, virtually no side effects, and a continuous flow of divine and demonic power. This is comparable to wishing for 500 million dollars at a temple with a one-dollar coin.
With just a few coins, you think you can leverage a million times your initial investment?
However, Nan'an believes it's only a matter of time.
Since there are such overpowered gods and demons as the Mist of Lamentation, there is a high probability that a "wish-granting" level Living Eclipse will also emerge.
There wasn't any before, perhaps because flesh and blood couldn't bear the full power of gods and demons, or perhaps the black mist, like the cascading of magic, required a magical tide that swept across the entire world.
Assuming each mutation of the black mist is equivalent to a version update, then the next new version will likely bring new types of demons and monsters that will dethrone the Aging Demon Eye from its pedestal.
There are also those who secretly select and cultivate living eroders. After a long period of natural selection, who knows what kind of god-like being the final Gu King will be.
Nan'an is grateful that he has died once and has taken a more detached view of life and death.
The Crow is truly an iron man. For a hundred years, he has welcomed and seen off countless people, and he has become accustomed to the despair brought by the black mist, yet he has remained steadfast on the front line, his Dao heart unwavering.
He was also a ruthless person whose talents were wasted by the times.
A legend worthy of being remembered in the Gray Star Era, yet he could only wallow in the mire of the Black Mist Era.
"I also executed a Nightmare God here, and its fragments exploded."
"At least there's good news." The crow breathed a sigh of relief, climbing out of the underground waterway. "It wasn't easy, was it?"
"No—it's not very easy."
"Huh, huh?"
The mimicking gods and demons have no sense of cooperation; their urgent urge to mimic others causes them to scatter and search for prey separately.
According to sources, the victim in this case was a well-known lazy man in the area who survived on potato relief food distributed by the welfare home.
Sloppy is actually a compliment to him.
He would make himself filthy, look for opportunities to swindle local businessmen to improve his meals, and was a notorious figure.
His large portrait appeared in the memos of both local and out-of-town merchants to the point that almost everyone had one.
He only got a small house to live in because he benefited from Pirion's early expansion of Kron; otherwise, he would have had to sleep on the streets.
Upon arriving at the scene, Nan'an immediately spotted the body found brutally murdered on the potato mound in the corner of the house, and—
The nightmare is mimicking a lazy man.
Suiyue pinched her nose, enduring the stench in the room, and greatly admired Nan'an for being able to remain calm.
The room was small, and the house was filled with a musty and rotten smell, with small, high-quality protein animals crawling around everywhere.
Many flies and mosquitoes also flew onto the corpse to feed on it.
It makes me really want to burn it all down; in short, I can't keep this house!
After learning from the guards that this extraordinary person didn't even like to bathe, Suiyue couldn't help but sigh.
"The Nightmare God really isn't picky about food—"
The targets absorbed by the mimic gods and demons determine their growth rate. In a sense, this lazy person is also giving back to society.
The owl already possesses relatively good physical attributes, and fusing with and mimicking a lazy person is purely a negative effect on its growth.
Nan'an arrived, and with a casual punch, he instantly transcended the boundaries of gods and demons—like unscrewing a bottle cap.
The gods and demons devouring humans can be considered a powerful alliance, a two-way race.
"Do we need to hand over the fragments of gods and demons?" Nan An regretted asking the question as soon as he finished speaking.
Having witnessed the potential for improvement in Rubik's Cubes, he urgently needed more materials.
The crow's answer surprised him slightly.
"Keep it; it's fine to feed the cat food or use it yourself."
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