pdf-ebookys Chapter 367 Dark Demon God Octopus! (Page 12)
Chapter 367 Dark Demon God Octopus! (Page 12)
The phantom gradually solidified, revealing a chilling outline—a gigantic humanoid figure draped in a blood-red cloak.
The cloak was not made of cloth, but rather woven from flowing blood and shadows, with faces of painful struggle constantly appearing on its surface, only to be quickly submerged by new blood.
Countless tiny blood vessels extended from the hem of the cloak, writhing in the void like living creatures, each one greedily absorbing the dissipating energy around it.
The most terrifying thing is its head—it is not human, but has two curved, pitch-black horns.
The surface of the horns is covered with spiraling dark gold patterns, within which flows a crimson light like lava.
Between the horns, a face without features could be vaguely seen, with only three constantly rotating black vortexes, as if capable of devouring all light and hope.
As the phantom solidified, the surrounding space emitted a cracking sound as it struggled to bear the weight.
Centered on it, the scenery within a radius of a kilometer began to distort and deform—the broken temple ruins melted like wax and then solidified into bizarre shapes;
The drifting dust particles defied logic and hovered in mid-air, forming unsettling patterns.
Even the light was distorted, forming a blood-red halo around the phantom.
"Rumble--"
As the phantom became clearer, the entire ruins of Gurtula began to tremble violently.
The ground was cracked like a fragile eggshell, with countless bottomless ravines, some of which were tens of meters wide, and rubble was constantly peeling off the edges.
From the depths of these ravines, a foul-smelling black mist gushed forth, within which countless pale arms could be vaguely seen frantically clawing, as if the souls of the dead in hell were trying to climb out of the abyss.
Even more terrifying is that those ravines did not appear randomly—they formed a huge pattern on the ground that echoed the magic circle in the sky.
Thick, dark red liquid began to seep from each crack, spreading across the ground as if it were alive, outlining a reflection that was perfectly symmetrical to the magic circle in the sky.
In the void, Zhang Yun, dressed in red, stood suspended in mid-air, his dark red robe billowing wildly in the storm of laws.
Each sway of her robes stirred up fine, blood-red arcs of electricity, which traced ancient god-slaying runes on the fabric before vanishing in an instant.
His pale face looked eerily strange against the backdrop of the blood-red sky, and a vertical line between his brows was slowly splitting open, revealing a blood-red vertical pupil pulsating within.
"Finally...it's done."
He watched the gradually forming silhouette and smiled.
Sensing its master's excitement, the seven spears behind him began to tremble violently.
The ancient runes on the gun lit up one by one, from dark red to blazing white, and finally transformed into seven blood-red beams of light that shot straight into the sky.
Thick drops of blood dripped continuously from the tip of the spear. These drops twisted and deformed in mid-air, transforming into miniature blood beasts that emitted sharp hisses.
"Shadow Blood God!"
With Zhang Yun's hoarse announcement, the existence in the void finally became fully visible.
That was the supreme creation he had painstakingly condensed by combining his complete understanding of the laws of shadow and flesh and blood—the Shadow Blood God!
The Blood God was wrapped in solidified shadow chains, each chain composed of compressed darkness to the extreme, with countless faces of pain and wailing floating on its surface.
What's most terrifying is its body—it's entirely made of flowing dark red blood, yet it maintains a perfect physical form.
A pulsating blood core floats above the heart, each beat causing a spatial tremor within a radius of a hundred miles.
As long as the blood doesn't dry up, the Blood God will never die! This is precisely the eternal killing form that Zhang Yun pursues!
"Go ahead..."
Zhang Yun raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the blood-red threads wrapped around his five fingers suddenly tightened.
This simple action caused the entire space to freeze, as if even time itself had stopped flowing. The next instant—
"boom!!!"
The Shadow Blood God exploded with a deafening roar, transforming into a monstrous wave of blood that swept across the battlefield.
That was no ordinary blood, but a torrent of death manifested from the purest laws of slaughter.
Each drop of blood twisted and deformed in the air, transforming into the form of miniature blood beasts: some resembled hungry wolves, some looked like raging sharks, and there were countless blood-red flying insects with sharp teeth.
"Pfft-"
The first to suffer were a pack of carrion dogs. They didn't even have time to raise their rotting heads before they were engulfed by the wave of blood.
Blood poured wildly into their eye sockets, mouths, and noses, causing these monsters to burst from the inside.
Minced flesh and bone fragments churned in the sea of blood, and in the blink of an eye, they were assimilated into new blood beasts.
The shadowy chains, like a swarm of snakes, bound more than a dozen human-faced spiders into a cocoon.
The chains tightened, and the cracking sounds of the carapace breaking echoed throughout.
When the chains loosened, only clumps of flesh mixed with spider silk remained, which were greedily absorbed by the blood waves.
The most terrifying were the monsters that had been chosen and modified. A three-eyed demon wolf was directly hit by the blood core, and its flesh and blood began to multiply wildly.
Its body swelled to three times its original size, seven blood-red bone spurs burst from its back, and its eyes were filled with nothing but pure bloodlust.
The newborn servants howled to the sky, then pounced on their former kind.
"Perfect timing...to clean up this trash."
The two-headed monster struggled frantically, its dragon head spewing out corrosive poisonous mist, while its human head chanted ancient incantations.
However, countless blood-red arms suddenly emerged from the blood wave, forcefully prying open its mouth and pouring in boiling blood plasma.
Its body swelled up like an inflated balloon, with blood surging wildly beneath its skin. Finally, it exploded with a "bang," becoming part of the Blood God.
Zhang Yun slowly extended his scarlet tongue and licked the sharp teeth.
His lips had turned completely dark red, as if they had been repeatedly soaked in blood, with traces of undried blood remaining between the cracked lip lines.
His eyes were completely stained with blood, his pupils contracted into two narrow vertical lines, like the gaze of a predator.
The bloodlust in his eyes was so intense it almost liquefied, overflowing from the corners of his eyes and leaving two shocking bloodstains on his pale cheeks.
The bloodstains were not simple drops of blood; they seemed to writhe like a living thing, slowly spreading downwards, eventually congealing into two beads of blood at his chin.
As it dripped, it transformed into two miniature blood bats in mid-air, flapping its wings and flying into the sea of blood.
The ground beneath my feet was trembling violently, like an ancient beast awakened from its slumber.
Countless bottomless cracks spread across the ground, and from the depths of these cracks, scorching springs of blood gushed forth, like the breath of hell.
Those blood fountains were not simply liquid, but were formed by countless tiny blood worms that hissed and wriggled, merging with the churning sea of blood in the air.
The moment the sea of blood and the spring of blood met, a strange resonance echoed throughout the world, as if the wails of millions of dying people had been twisted into some kind of blasphemous hymn.
The entire ancient kingdom of Gurtura has now been completely reduced to a giant living altar.
The dilapidated buildings were swallowed by the blood waves, the rotting corpses were devoured by bloodworms, and even the free energy in the air was forcibly assimilated by the sea of blood.
The Blood God's form became more solid after each absorption.
His heart—the blood core suspended in his chest cavity—beat faster and faster, each pulse causing the space to tremble, as if even the laws of heaven and earth feared its existence.
Zhang Yun, as the creator of the Blood God, is also undergoing a terrifying transformation.
The dark red demonic patterns on his skin spread like living things, extending from his neck to his fingertips. What flowed in the patterns was not blood, but the ultimate concentrated law of slaughter.
However, in a corner unnoticed by anyone—beneath the ruins washed by the blood wave—a few drops of monster blood, not fully absorbed, wriggled eerily.
This blood was not the usual scarlet, but rather a sickly purplish-black, with fine silver patterns floating on its surface, as if some ancient seal was crumbling.
They crawled across the ground like living creatures, avoiding the range of the Blood God's perception. Wherever they passed, even the sand and stones were corroded, leaving hissing scorch marks.
Even more bizarrely, this blood seems to distort the surrounding light, making its very existence blurry, as if deliberately hidden by some force.
Unlike other blood types, they were not assimilated by the Blood God. Instead, they seemed to possess independent consciousness, or even... being controlled by some higher-level will.
Whenever the blood waves surged and approached, these few drops of blood would suddenly freeze, disguising themselves as inanimate objects, and then continue to seep deeper into the earth after the danger had passed.
Finally, they silently slipped into a narrow crevice in the ground and disappeared.
Deep underground, darkness surged like a tide.
The blood plunged into a bottomless abyss, landing in a thick, black swamp.
Bubbles kept rising on the surface of the swamp, and each bursting bubble released a wisp of twisted black mist.
The moment the blood touched the mud, it triggered a violent reaction, like a key being inserted into a lock—the mud began to boil, and the black mist condensed into countless tiny tentacles, greedily wrapping around the few drops of blood and completely absorbing them.
The next second—
“Rumble——!!!”
The entire earth trembled violently, ten times more terrifying than the tremor that occurred when the Blood God descended!
The ground shattered like a fragile eggshell, and countless abyssal fissures spread in all directions, spewing out thick, tangible darkness.
The darkness was not nothingness, but some kind of living entity, writhing, expanding, and devouring all the light and matter around it.
Suddenly, a huge black tentacle burst out of the ground!
The tentacles were as thick as mountains, and their surfaces were covered with suckers.
Each suction cup is filled with countless sharp teeth, making a chilling "click-click" sound when it opens and closes.
Immediately afterwards, the second, the third... a total of eight tentacles that blotted out the sky burst through the ground at the same time, dancing wildly in the air, each one exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
In the center of the tentacle, a giant eyeball slowly opened—
The eyeball was over a hundred meters in diameter, and the pupil was a twisted vortex, reflecting countless shattered worlds inside.
The moment it fully opened, the entire space of the ancient kingdom of Gurtura began to collapse, the laws were distorted, the light was swallowed, and even the crimson color of the Blood God's domain was suppressed for a moment!
This is a colossal monster as large as mountains and seas—the Dark Demon God Octopus!
Dark Demon Octopus
His body slowly rose from the abyss, like the Doomsday Mountains rising from the ground.
Every inch of skin flowed with a viscous, dark essence, and from the constantly swelling and bursting pustules on its surface, acid capable of corroding time and space was sprayed out.
Where these dark green liquids dripped, even the void was eroded through, creating honeycomb-like holes that revealed the distorted dimensional layers behind them.
His very existence is corrupting reality.
Each of the eight main tentacles is as long as a mountain range, and its surface is covered with tens of thousands of secondary tentacles.
Where these wriggling limbs swept, the space emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass, and viscous dark matter seeped out from the cracks.
Even more terrifying is that those shattered spatial fragments did not dissipate, but were completely devoured by the suction cups on the tentacles and transformed into His power source.
Wherever they reach, the laws of reality are completely rewritten.
A surviving black pyramid was swept across its sides, but the upper half of the structure did not collapse.
Instead, it eerily floated in mid-air, its brick and stone structure melting and recombining like a wax figure, eventually transforming into a giant eyeball that slowly turned toward the Blood God.