Chapter 1360 - 1035: Chaotic Stew 2

Chapter 1360: Chapter 1035: Chaotic Stew 2

"These days... can toilets become sentient too?"

Huai Shi sighed softly, supporting A-Fang with one hand, unmoved.

Meanwhile, on another Steel War Chariot, an aged blanket had been spread out, its patterns long faded with time.

On top, another layer of black velvet cloth held various shotgun parts, swiftly assembled by a pair of calloused hands.

Placed beside Foster.

The Captain sat cross-legged on the blanket, holding a slender brass bullet in one hand, and a small skin-peeling hook knife in the other, aligning the engravings.

"Name?"

Foster suddenly asked, "What’s the name of that Crowned one?"

"Name?" The Snake-man Sacrifice beside him was full of confusion.

"Yes, name, tell me what it’s called," Foster said, "Codename, nickname, or title, any kind of designation will do."

"Five... Five Eyes!"

From beneath the massive shadow, the Sacrifice strained to search, finally pulling a name from the corners of memory: "It calls itself Five Eyes!"

"Alright, Five Eyes."

The sharp hook knife danced like a Dragon and Snake, casually inscribing two words on the bullet, then spun around and disappeared from Foster’s hand.

That single brass bullet was loaded into the gun chamber.

Casually aimed at the sky.

Trigger pulled.

"Goodbye!"

Immediately, a piercing whistle erupted from the gun chamber, a brilliant golden light unfurling wings, racing out at a speed hard to match with the naked eye.

In the sky, after tracing a bizarre arc, it plunged into its face.

Penetrating countless muck, emerging from the back of its head, yet suddenly made a strange turn, reversing back again!

In the flicker of a moment, the air was filled with a complex web of trajectories.

Countless long distances entwined, resembling a tangled mess of yarn.

Then, all the trajectories suddenly converged inward.

Immediately, tragic screams arose from within the muck. Dozens of massive eyeballs burst in an instant,

amid collapsing booms, the huge head fragmented layer by layer, scattered chaotically!

Just in the flicker of a moment.

Leaving only one broken outline flying out in disbelief.

Fear.

"Not dead after all? No, it died four times..."

Foster had already lowered the gun, sighing in awe: "To think there’s still one left?"

On his right arm, runes flashed momentarily, forming a solemn and mysterious matrix.

Such exaggerated destructive power didn’t stem from the shotgun’s enhancement or some fearsome bullet, but just an ordinary Deer Hunting bullet.

This tragic end had been predestined the moment the trigger was pulled!

On the Road of God Marrow, there exist two main branches—one leads to Cronus, who unifies time’s changes, mastering the shadows of the past and warnings of the future, while the other leads to Earth Mother Gaia, who nurtures all, supports all, and ultimately buries all.

Unfortunately, neither the wisdom to grasp all nor the mercy to embrace all was possessed by Foster.

Back then, wasn’t everyone just using whatever they had, whichever was convenient?

If he’d known he’d end up in the Fourth Stage in this lifetime, who wouldn’t carefully pick the most suitable endpoint?

Regarding this, Foster had long come to terms with it.

The Fourth Stage isn’t bad.

The game hunted by the Fifth Stage can be hunted by the Fourth Stage; the waves ridden by the Fifth Stage can be ridden by the Fourth Stage. Life’s not much different. Besides, he usually just works as a boiler handler on a submarine, why bother with so much?

On the Road of God Marrow, regardless of the endpoint, the Fourth Stage actually makes no difference—it holds the traits of both God and Hell’s Demigod · Titan!

This isn’t limited to the original Twelve Titans either, but instead depends on the offerings and soul’s compatibility of the ascendant, granting them the bloodline and blessings of three Titans.

Among them, steadfastly present is the Titan hidden in the unknown, the legendary ancestor of humans · Iapetus. What he grants is resistance to Hell and terrifying life force capable of surviving even in the dire straits of the Nether Abyss.

Aside from that, the remaining part Foster was most embarrassed to talk about—because the other two Titans granting blessings were both female...

One is Mnemosyne, born from memory and history, while the other is Goddess Phoebe, who governs light and revelation.

Thus, the miracles of memory and history, light and revelation, are entrusted into Foster’s hands.

This is an unrivaled aid for Abyss archaeology and Hell exploration, but doesn’t possess direct destructive power.

This situation persisted until in the Great Grandmaster’s experiment, through numerous attempts, Foster finally combined the power of both, reaching the moment of ’Fate.’

At best, just on the fringes.

But amid endless variables and terrifying pressure, at the brink of Foster’s collapse, what remained was the insight engraved deep into the soul.

Unfathomable, indescribable, and unpeekable.

It’s a miracle that can’t be solidified with a Stigma; if forced to describe it, it would be ’the shadow of extinction,’ ’the road to conclusion.’