Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 442 Tearing the Earth
Just before Mu Xiang rushed into that void, something appeared in this pure nothingness—a profound darkness materialized out of nowhere. This was exactly what Mu Xiang had been waiting for, for this was not a dimensional rift, but the night sky of the Dream Realm.

In his candle-holding state, Mu Xiang's speed was incredibly fast; from anticipation to breaking free, it was almost instantaneous. After breaking through the encirclement, he looked back and saw that the spatial fragments had completely collided together, then merged and attracted each other, creating a huge depression in space.

Mu Xiang glanced up and down and realized that he was slightly off-center. He adjusted his position and then turned his gaze to the ugly giant in the distance, which was taking shape in the darkness.

"Your methods are useless now, die!" Mu Xiang laughed loudly, like a golden meteor streaking across the night sky, and then reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the Night Howler.

The already shattered void let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, and the newly formed space, not yet stable, trembled under Mu Xiang's movements.

Mu Xiang exerted his strength, lifting the Night Howler up and slamming it downwards. He then followed closely behind, each punch and kick landing on the giant's writhing flesh.

A giant tentacle condensed on the head, and then Jiyue nailed it down, firmly pinning the upper end of the tentacle to the giant's chest. Then, a sharp moonlight flashed, tearing the upper body of the Night Howler to shreds once again.

A massive black shadow and a blinding golden orb descended from the sky, streaking across the eastern night sky and sweeping towards the northern land. Every now and then, drops of pitch-black blood dripped from the air, expanding wildly as they fell, transforming into one grotesque and twisted monster after another, roaring like wild beasts upon landing.

[It shouldn't land on the Western Continent... then there's no problem.]

The land below magnified in his eyes. Mu Xiang threw a punch, shattering the body of the Night Howler in two, and then used the force to propel himself upwards.

The massive, grotesque black body crashed to the ground, creating a crater hundreds of meters in diameter. Cries and wails rose from the land—the cries of the colonists and natives of the Northern Continent… Moon Beasts and Cold Plains People.

At this moment, their gods were struck down from the heavens and transformed into the most terrifying calamity, descending upon their territory. The Cold Plains were shrouded in darkness, the black blood within the Night Howler seeping into the ground, turning the land into soil that would breed calamity.

Raised mounds appeared on the ground, like tumors growing on the earth. These mounds spread rapidly in all directions, then burst open one after another, revealing the deformed flesh inside.

The moon beasts and cold-ground people who survived the previous impact emitted noises that Mu Xiang couldn't understand as they desperately fled from their homes.

Some of the Cold Plains people were still bound together by the chains of the Moon Beasts, tripping over each other. With no master to untie them, they could only howl. Occasionally, a Cold Plains person would become ferocious and kill their companion who was in their way, but even a quiet corpse, with its weight, was not something they could drag.

Those who are meant to survive will survive... and those who are not meant to survive, no matter how much they cry out and run away, will only face death.

The deformed flesh burst forth from the earth, some twisted into humanoid or animal forms, others into individual limbs or organs. Some mutilated humanoids seized moon beasts and devoured them, while others had coiled intestines that entangled and swarmed fleeing Cold Plains people before splitting open a gaping maw of interlocking fangs and swallowing them whole.

Countless black hands waved across the land, like an endless black grassland. Any creature touched by these hands would instantly merge into them and transform into a new black monster.

Mu Xiang coldly watched the spreading distortion, then squeezed the azure gem: "Use divine power to seal off the Northern Continent, don't let the distortion spread." Nordens's face appeared on the gem; he glanced solemnly at what was happening on the Cold Plains, then nodded. Just as he was about to say something, Mu Xiang impatiently squeezed, silencing both his face and voice.

The Cold Plains People are humanoid beings, but their appearance is more like that of traditional demons. They have goat hooves, goat horns, and even tails, and their bodies are covered with repulsive manes. The Cold Plains People are originally ferocious and cunning creatures of the Dream Realm, claiming to be the natives of the Dream Realm, living on the Cold Plains of the Northern Continent.

They had long been known for their cannibalistic habits, earning a notorious reputation for trade and plunder, which made the humans of the Dreamland keep their distance. However, whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, these Cold Plains people were enslaved by the Moon Beasts, who were even more ferocious, cunning, and adept at trade and plunder. Their all-encompassing suppression forced them to submit to the Moon Beasts as their masters.

With the Moon Beasts suppressing them, the Cold Plains people were no longer able to cause as much chaos as before. In the years before the Moon Beasts went berserk, the enslavement of the Cold Plains people brought much peace to the Dreamland.

This is also why Mu Xiang threw the Night Howler in this direction. If the goal is to repel the Abyss, then the Abyss's tentacles should no longer be considered part of the Dream Realm. The Ancient Gods are confused because of their faith and the constraints of different planes, but Mu Xiang is clear-headed.

The Night Howler was on the verge of death, but Mu Xiang also sensed another powerful aura emerging from the ground. This had nothing to do with the Night Howler; in fact, the Night Howler's unconscious spread of calamity had actually helped Mu Xiang quite a bit. These anomalies posed no threat to Mu Xiang and even helped him deal with Nyarlathotep's followers.

"Another clone? Well, the Northern Continent was originally a bridgehead for your invasion, so it's not surprising that you planted a clone here." Mu Xiang said calmly. He had already exited the Candle-Holding state, but the Night Howler was also weakened to an extreme degree. He crushed the Night Howler's last head with a single stomp, then looked into the distance.

The black earth, riddled with distortions, was torn apart, like a twisted, disgusting membrane being ripped apart by something even more terrifying below.

The Cold Plateau split in two at that moment, and an unimaginably large beast rose from the ground. It merely raised its head, as if the darkest darkness were rising from a bottomless abyss.

It was a black bull, so black that it had no other color. When Mu Xiang looked at it, he felt as if he were looking at an endless starry sky.

The incarnation of Nyarlathotep, the forerunner of the end times, the messenger of the Outer Gods, the black bull from the other side of the stars!

Mu Xiang simply sighed. This enormous black bull, which on Earth could destroy a country with a single step, posed little threat to him. What frustrated him was the God's airtight reward system.

"Completely defeating Nyarlathotep only gives you an A-rank side quest... So even defeating the avatar doesn't reward you?" Mu Xiang pushed up his glasses, glanced down casually, and saw that the Dark Night Howler had disappeared. "Want to wrestle with me? Then let's see."

The colossal body, as dark as a starry night, began to move, causing space itself to groan. Faint cracks in space seemed to glide across the black bull's body, but the bull paid them no heed. Its two enormous eyes, equally black and devoid of any other color, remained motionless, silently watching the figure hovering not far away.

The next moment, the light from the candle burst forth, and Mu Xiang kicked the black bull in the chin, sending its massive head flying upwards.

(End of this chapter)