Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 165 (This is a bad chapter)

During his City Walk with Mu Xiang, Zheng Zha asked Mu Xiang a lot of questions about the Cthulhu Mythos. So, for this battle, he wasn't completely unaware of who his opponents were.

These monsters with octopus or fish heads are the Star Familiars and Deep Ones from the Cthulhu Mythos. Their manifested power likely stems from the fear and death of the inhabitants of the nearby island nation.

The two whose auras were weaker than Seigia's were likely two lower-level Great Old Ones, Dagon and Hydra. Mu Xiang seemed to have anticipated facing this group, having explained the background and Zheng Zha's situation. For example, some speculated that these two were merely large Deep Ones…

Zheng Zha felt that even without activating the Crimson Lotus Transformation, he could defeat either of these two in a one-on-one fight. Although their auras were slightly inferior to Saigeia's, they were far more unpredictable.

After unleashing his strongest form, Zheng Zha didn't even glance at the two Old Ones surrounding him from behind. Crimson flames erupted behind him, at his feet, and above his head, blocking all the attacks from those directions.

Dagon and Hydra's hideous bodies were thrown away by the burst of red flames, their bodies covered in dark red flames. They hurriedly dived into the sea to try to extinguish the red flames.

The remaining minions didn't have this problem, as Zheng Zha's casual burst of crimson flames reduced them to ashes. The Star Familiars and Deep Ones behind them, still fearless, continued their charge towards Zheng Zha.

But Zheng Zha completely ignored them... Strictly speaking, he wouldn't even pay attention to the father and mother gods of the Deep Ones, because his only opponent was the colossal shadow that blotted out the sky.

A raging torrent of fire surged from the sea to the heavens, and Zheng Zha, transformed into crimson flames, ascended to the sky at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. Beneath his feet, clusters of dark red flames burned in the void, like flowers blooming with each step, or a long staircase leading to heaven. At the very bottom of these clusters of crimson flames was a spiraling flame. As time passed, the flames did not shrink; instead, they grew stronger.

The scorching heat gathered here, instantly evaporating the seawater brought by the hideous flesh. Meanwhile, surging waves of heat spread outwards in concentric circles against the current, keeping any monsters attempting to approach at bay.

Dagon and Hydra couldn't break through the ring of fire, let alone the other monsters. Before this bizarre flame that could ignite even seawater and scorch the bodies of the Father and Mother Goddesses, they were like ants!
The true battlefield belongs only to the giant god between the sky and the sea, and that scorching, ferocious figure.

There was no need to deliberately activate it; the highly condensed vampire energy permeated Zheng Zha's entire body. As soon as he was attacked, it would immediately retaliate with the energy and force that had invaded him.

Zheng Zha had a sudden realization. Whether it was Red Flame or Burning Night, his way of using them was completely different from what the Main God had taught him… or rather, the version the Main God taught him wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes. If the skills he obtained from the Main God were like game skills with various limitations, then the skills he mastered and developed himself were the ones that truly belonged to him.

Is this the path that God wants us to take?

The thought suddenly flashed through Zheng Zha's mind, and then he was face to face with one of Cthulhu's giant claws.

Amidst the eerie crashing sound, half of Zheng Zha's body was shattered, but he didn't care at all. With a turn, he was on the other side of Cthulhu, and his body, indistinguishable from Hong Yan's, was restored to its original state.

The half of its body that had been smashed earlier transformed into a raging torrent that spewed out, smearing the green giant claw. The green claw, whether solid or liquid, rippled in the collision before being scorched and bubbling by the crimson flames. Foul-smelling green steam billowed from the burning area, causing Cthulhu's tentacles to rub together and emit a deafening roar.

"Not bad in terms of power," Zheng Zha commented, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Then, he reached out and unleashed a black line that distorted the light and shadow. This was also a way of releasing explosive power; against an enemy of this level, Zheng Zha had to use the most effective method. By compressing the crimson flames to the extreme, the power of his attack, while not as impressive as a typical explosive strike, was several times stronger.

The black line seemed devoid of temperature, but the distorted light and shadow around it revealed that it was anything but simple. In fact, as the crimson flames were compressed to the extreme, the terrifying heat was also suppressed within this black line, with almost nothing leaking out.

A single, decisive blow… A question suddenly arose in Zheng Zha's mind:
This guy doesn't have an overwhelming advantage in strength either; in fact, that claw attack was far weaker than Mu Xiang's punch... and it would have been quite easy to hit him. So, where does the difficulty lie in fighting Cthulhu?

According to Mu Xiang, even without a quest prompt, the act of killing an Old One would yield a very good reward... but now, Cthulhu hasn't shown any strength commensurate with the reward. Aside from its aura far surpassing any fourth-tier legendary being Zheng Zha has ever faced, Cthulhu poses less of a threat to him than the enigmatic Seigia.

“Your strength lies in your powerful mental abilities… It’s highly unlikely that you can directly control me. But you’re not just some big guy who manipulates ordinary people, are you?” Zheng Zha muttered to himself. He watched as the black line disappeared into Cthulhu’s shoulder and then exploded from the inside out, the surging black flames engulfing the green gas that was trying to escape.

Three blood-red eyes stared at Zheng Zha, and then the giant claws that had been stained with red flames swung over.

Zheng Zha had a sudden thought. He decided to use a different approach this time, not to use himself as bait. He immediately moved out of the attack range.

But in the instant his thoughts stirred, Zheng Zha found that his spirit seemed to be enveloped by something... It was a very mysterious feeling. His spirit, which he had previously manipulated at will and connected with the red flames in the outside world, actually collided with a layer of shell that seemed both real and illusory.

Zheng Zha's red flames automatically returned to protect him, and any magical or physical restraints would be burned to nothing by the suddenly gathered red flames... But in reality, the returning red flames found nothing.

"Damn it!" This thought flashed through Zheng Zha's mind, but under these circumstances, even this thought vanished in an instant... as if it were suppressed by some other force.

The next moment, the giant claw slammed down, piercing through layers of red flames and turning Zheng Zha into a cloud of blood mist.

The monsters on the sea all looked up at this scene, and under the guidance of the Father God and Mother God, they let out piercing cries of joy.

Cthulhu's indifferent gaze was fixed in one direction... there, a portion of its spiritual power was usurping the principles of civilization. Soon, the abyss would descend completely.

Just then, a cold laugh came from its arm. On the arm, which was stained with blood mist and crimson flames, a humanoid figure was taking shape.

“Good technique… You are indeed more troublesome than Igor.” In less than two breaths, Zheng Zha stood on Cthulhu’s drooping arm as if defying gravity, and then stepped on his feet, transforming into a dark red stream of fire that rushed towards Cthulhu’s huge head.

(End of this chapter)