Chapter 1361 - 1035: Chaotic Stew (Part 3)

Chapter 1361: Chapter 1035: Chaotic Stew (Part 3)

Just like the three goddesses of fate in legends cutting the thread of the dead.

This is an intuition.

How to lead the enemy to destruction.

It has nothing to do with sinister curses, even Foster himself could not believe the Great Grandmaster’s conclusion—this is his own prophecy.

To predict the enemy’s death and make the prophecy actively come true.

It looks like aiming and shooting, but the enemy’s fate was shrouded in the shadow of death the moment their name was engraved on the bullet.

Pulling the trigger is just the activation step, while the bullet is merely a medium—responsible for transferring future death to the present.

The ultimate result brought forth is death.

When the target is human, the lethality of this strike is terrifying, unavoidable, and inescapable.

But if the opponent is not human, many times, such an unspeakable situation arises...

Dead, but not completely dead.

Mostly dead, but some part still lives.

"This is a bit awkward, isn’t it?"

Foster scratched his jaw, rather embarrassed.

Unsure whether to say it was a poor performance or just bad luck—this Crowned called Five Eyes is a bizarre monster formed by five Hell Creatures fused through a Mystic Ritual!

At this moment, as Five Eyes was frightened and fled by the strike, countless bones and rotting organs fell out from the mass of descending mud...

Even ignoring its own lair.

Fleeing for its life.

Foster sighed, taking another bullet from his pocket, this time not engraving a name on it—how can one die a second time after already dying once?

Before he finished reloading, a piercing scream came from the edge of the Sky Dome.

In midair, the body of the rapidly fleeing Five Eyes trembled violently, suddenly caving in, exploding into a large hole. Then another.

As if an invisible force of overwhelming weight suddenly crushed onto its shell.

Causing that indeterminate mass of mud to wail and collapse.

Swiftly disintegrating.

But no matter how it flees and struggles, it cannot escape the fine thread twining its body—a thread formed from condensed water vapor, long embedded deep within its body.

The other end wrapped around A-Fang.

In the grand Hell, it has nowhere left to run.

Whenever Huai Shi’s finger tapped the hilt of A-Fang, the horrifying weight from the Stone Marrow Pavilion burst within it!

Once, twice, three times!

The thunderous roar, like winter thunder.

And what followed was not rain, but endless sludge and pollution.

The remaining body of Five Eyes completely disintegrated, no longer able to maintain the massive shell, forming a foul rainstorm.

And among the countless corpses, only one deformed body with ten arms was dragged by a Falling Bird, carelessly tossed back into the Hundred Eyes Village.

From then on, there was no more movement.

Only the furnace’s light turned the clouds blood-red.

The sound of tides echoed.

From the cauldron, Hell is recreated...

When the forging began anew, everything concluded amidst the dull roar of boiling.

"Almost done."

After a long, long time, when Huai Shi released the hilt of A-Fang, Hundred Eyes Village was silent.

In the deathly silence, no one spoke.

Only the sound of peeling and collapse could be heard.

The elders stared blankly at the fortress returning to darkness.

It’s over.

The defensive system originally planned to be breached with significant casualties, using large siege equipment and Grey Scale Assassins for coordinated attack, was now completely destroyed.

As if a millennium had passed in an instant, the ravages of time brought rapid collapse and erosion.

The massive gate shattered with a loud crash, falling to the ground, corroded to dust.

Inside the settlement behind the gate, only streams of waste water trickled down, meandering across the earth, returning once more to the Moat.

When a burning arrow pierced the darkness and fell into the settlement, it revealed the majestic outline of the silent giant, reflecting a cold light.

It was a mountain.

The Mountain of Steel, forged by Crowned and numerous mutated hordes!

Countless ingots of metal stacked in layers.

Some dark, some bright, varying in size and made of different materials. But when they came together, the aura they emitted made all living creatures feel the tremor in their souls.

It was hard to breathe.

"Now, you may proceed inside."

Huai Shi turned around, instructing the Believers prostrating on the ground: "Make it quick, I’m in a hurry."