Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 698 The Great Old Ones Descend!! (Part 2)

Clang! Clang! Clang! Ding—!

The crisp sound of the icy rapier clashing with the grey longsword echoed through the desolate ruins of the river front, like an untimely, elegant interlude in a death symphony.

Tang Cao's petite figure moved with the agility of an ice ballet dancer. The slender sword in her hand, formed from pure ice, thrust out with a chilling aura and a tricky angle, as if it could freeze the air and aim directly at the vital points of the white-haired, red-eyed girl.

Her gaze was focused and cold, devoid of her usual playfulness, only displaying the sharpness of a warrior.

The controlled church herald girl, a humanoid killing weapon, displayed inhuman precision and ruthlessness.

The grey-white longsword was like a viper spitting its tongue; every parry and counterattack was concise and efficient to the extreme, without a single superfluous movement.

Just as the white-haired girl precisely parried Tang Cao's straight thrust, the sword's momentum waned.

"Another Tangcao" appeared out of nowhere, splitting off from the shadow of the first Tangcao, and appeared behind the white-haired girl without warning.

This "Tangcao" is exactly the same in appearance, figure, clothing, and even the ice crystal rapier in its hand.

The only difference was that her eyes were more lively and cunning, with a hint of the wildness unique to felines.

It was the spirit beast Xiaobai that perfectly replicated its contractor using its innate magic.

"?!" For the first time, the white-haired girl's empty, scarlet pupils showed a violent fluctuation.

As if the sophisticated program had encountered an unpredictable accident, she tried to parry with her sword, but her body could no longer keep up with her thoughts.

*Sizzle!*

The icy rapier, gleaming with a chilling light, pierced the white-haired girl's right shoulder joint with unparalleled precision, like a venomous fang.

The power of deep-seated frost erupted instantly, spreading wildly along the wound.

The girl's entire right arm, along with the gray-white longsword in her hand, was instantly covered by a thick layer of ice, losing all sensation and her movements instantly stiffening.

"Now!" Tang Caoben's eyes flashed with cold light.

Without the slightest hesitation, seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the icy slender sword transformed into a cold light that tore through the air, piercing straight for the white-haired girl's heart with a ruthless and decisive attack.

The attack from Xiaobai's avatar was like a persistent ailment, the icy crystal rapier sealing off all possible escape routes for the girl.

A perfect coordinated attack, with flawless teamwork!

The corrupted and controlled church healers were instantly driven to the brink of defeat by the combined attack of the two ice crystal fairies, with the outcome hanging in the balance.

At this moment, Qin Nan had no time to pay attention to the battle behind him, which was full of cold beauty.

She flapped her magical wings, following the wisps of dark red blood mist that gathered and flowed like living things, piercing through layers of ruins and pervasive bloody fog, and finally arrived at the core area of ​​the river front—the former location of the city lord's castle.

The sight before her filled this battle-hardened magical girl with unprecedented horror and disgust.

Where are those magnificent castles now?

Instead, there was a huge, disgusting living cocoon of flesh!

It is like a tumor that has been forcibly squeezed into reality from the depths of hell, mostly buried underground, with only the hill-like top exposed.

Its size almost replaced the original castle's base, and its surface was covered with a thick, translucent membrane of flesh that was constantly writhing and flowing with dark yellow mucus.

Beneath the fleshy membrane, one can vaguely see countless twisted and tangled blood vessels, pulsating giant tumors, and densely packed outlines of human limbs piled up like insect eggs.

The entire cocoon exuded an intense, suffocating stench of blood, a cloying, putrid odor, and a filthy energy that profaned life.

It was like a huge, greedy heart, beating slowly and rhythmically. With each beat, it was accompanied by the inhalation and exhalation of dark red blood mist, swallowing up the deathly aura in the air and the blood mist gathering below.

At the same time, a more refined, more evil, and more chilling wave of filthy energy also spread out.

This is the core of the sacrifice, the living altar that gives birth to the teeming creatures of pleasure.

What sent chills down Qin Nan's spine even further was the sight beneath the fleshy cocoon, where the enormous cocoon cast a shadow that resembled a living dome.

A circle of figures knelt in submission.

They wore dark red robes adorned with distorted, blasphemous symbols, their posture humble and devout, their foreheads pressed tightly against the cold, filthy ground, their palms outstretched as if the most fervent believers were receiving divine blessings.

However, when Qin Nan's gaze swept over the faces that were faintly visible in the blood-red mist, her heart almost stopped beating.

The governor of the front lines in the river basin.

The commander of the city's defense forces, who held considerable military power.

Itinerant merchants from all over the world.

There are also bishops and high-ranking priests.

Those big shots who were usually high and mighty, who controlled the lifeline of the city and were looked up to by countless common people, were now... kneeling like the most lowly servants beneath this blasphemous cocoon of flesh.

Their faces had lost their former majesty, shrewdness, or compassion, leaving only an empty fanaticism and a sacrificial piety, as if they were willingly offering everything—wealth, power, faith, and even their souls—to this writhing, terrifying mass of flesh.

"No, this is impossible..."

Qin Nan's voice trembled with disbelief, and the light of the Magic Wings became somewhat unstable.

In this atmosphere of deathly silence and grim determination, a voice, tinged with obvious mockery and amusement, like the flick of a viper's tongue, rang out from behind a huge blood vessel supporting a writhing cocoon not far away.

Are you surprised...?

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Qin Nan tensed up instantly.

With a sudden burst of magical wings, an amethyst dagger appeared in his hand. His sharp gaze locked onto the source of the sound like that of a hawk. Little Gray also immediately assumed a battle stance, with a blue whirlwind swirling around him.

From the shadows, a figure slowly emerged.

He was a middle-aged man wearing an elegant aristocratic suit stained with dark red dirt.

His face was pale, bearing the marks of a long life of luxury, but at this moment, his eyes, which should have been shrewd, were filled with a pure innocence.

Hollow, pitch-black eyes that seemed to absorb all light, with no whites, no pupils, only two bottomless pools of darkness—these inhuman eyes formed a chilling contrast with the morbid, fanatical smile on his face.

Qin Nan didn't recognize him, but judging from the tattered yet still expensive clothes, he was definitely a big shot in the top circle of the river front, and very likely the core planner of this sacrificial ceremony.

"Why did you do this?!" Qin Nan's voice trembled slightly with rage, the amethyst dagger pointing at the writhing, enormous cocoon of flesh, at this utterly defiled land. "Look here, look outside! You destroyed the river front, you killed countless people, turning them into sacrifices, even your own family!"

Why?

The black-eyed nobleman let out a sharp and manic laugh, which echoed in the empty cocoon-like space, sounding particularly jarring.

"A stupid question!"

"Look at the sky, look at the ocean, feel the despair permeating the air." He opened his arms, as if embracing this filth. "This world is finished, beyond saving, can't you see?"

His dark eyes were fixed on Qin Nan, as if he wanted to instill his despair and madness into her.

"Where are the gods of the Void Realm, those high and mighty false gods?"

"They have fallen..."

"Like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, then extinguished completely."

The man's voice was filled with deep-seated resentment and contempt.

Their so-called "order" and "protection" are utterly vulnerable in the face of a true nightmare. They cannot stop it, they cannot prevent the nightmare from descending. In despair, they abandon us.

"So you believe these Great Old Ones" can defeat the Nightmare?" Qin Nan gripped his dagger tightly. "Don't forget!"

Those so-called "false gods" are the ones who sealed them away in the deep sea and underground!

"What do you know?!"

The black-eyed nobleman roared like a venomous snake whose tail had been stepped on.

The fervor on his face was instantly replaced by a ferocity, and tiny blood vessels even appeared around his dark eye sockets.

"You insects living in the sunlight have no idea what kind of power they possess—it's the ultimate truth that transcends existence and nothingness!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with a morbid longing and a sacrificial fervor.

"The Great Old Ones...no! They are the Ancient Ones!" They are true gods beyond our insignificant dimension! They represent not destruction, but evolution! Ascension! The key to higher dimensions!"

He pointed to the enormous cocoon of flesh that was constantly throbbing and spewing blood mist, his face showing an almost reverent light.

"The one who delights in crawling, He is the forerunner of the Ancients!" His coming is a gift! He will lead us, merging our humble existence into His great body! To become one with Him! To become a drop of water in His vast ocean of consciousness!

Become a cornerstone of His immortal body!

He spread his arms as if to embrace the fleshy cocoon, his voice trembling with extreme excitement.

"Only in this way can we survive the impending, all-consuming torrent of destruction! To survive in a nobler, more eternal way... We will no longer be fragile individuals; we will become part of the new world, the foundation of the new world, the flesh and blood of the new world! Hahahaha!!"

Maniacal laughter echoed through the space, filled with a nauseating sense of blasphemy.

Qin Nan felt a chill run down his spine. This went beyond the pursuit of power; it was a complete abandonment of all humanity, an embrace of ultimate nothingness, and a twisted mental derangement.

The new world he spoke of was nothing more than a living hell composed of pure filth, chaos, and devouring, and they, the "foundation stones," were nothing more than nourishment to be digested.

"A madman... a complete madman!" Qin Nan muttered through gritted teeth, the light on the amethyst dagger flashing intensely because of her anger.

She realized that the person in front of her was the source of this catastrophe.

He bewitched or manipulated those equally desperate nobles; he orchestrated the fall of the river front; he activated this living altar that would eventually breed terror—all for the sake of sacrificing himself and his followers to this being called the Pleasure Worm, to become an insignificant part of its massive body.

Just as Qin Nan was about to take drastic measures to bring this madman to justice, a deafening roar erupted!

A terrifying roar, seemingly emanating from the depths of the earth or from the deepest hell, causing the entire space to tremble violently, exploded without warning.

This roar was not a sound in the physical sense, but more like a desperate cry of despair as the spatial structure was forcibly torn apart and the continental plates were lifted by a terrifying force.

The dome of the flesh cocoon space, composed of filthy flesh and energy, instantly cracked open with countless huge fissures, and viscous, dark yellow liquid poured down like a torrential rain.

Qin Nan and the black-eyed nobleman both lost their balance instantly.

Qin Nan barely managed to steady himself by levitating with the help of magical wings, while the nobleman fell to the ground in a sorry state, his fanatical smile freezing on his face, and his dark eyes revealing incredulous astonishment.

"What's going on?!" Qin Nan stared in horror at the crack in the dome, a strong sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

The commotion was terrifying, far exceeding what the cocoon itself could cause.

The black-eyed nobleman lay sprawled on the ground, muttering to himself in a daze. "No...impossible...it's not time yet...the ceremony hasn't..."

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The moment the words fell.

boom!!

An indescribable, enormous, and ineffable shadow, seemingly composed of the desperate cries of billions of living beings and the dark matter of the universe, swept in from afar with the pressure of crushing everything in its path, like a true collapse of the sky!

The sky was instantly and completely obscured.

The earth groaned under the unbearable pressure.

"What...what is this?!"

Qin Nan looked up at the terrifying shadow that blotted out the sky, feeling as if his soul was freezing.

Just then, a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, and Scáthach's words echoed in her ears.

"careful."

"The thing from the sea... has come ashore!"

Qin Nan's pupils contracted.

Something from the sea!?

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!

The earth shattered wildly like a fragile eggshell, and countless enormous cracks opened like the gaping maws of an abyss, swallowing up ruins, wreckage, and lives that couldn't escape in time.

The filthy sky was completely obscured, and even the pervasive blood-red mist was swallowed and annihilated by this pure darkness. The stench that filled the air was replaced by a deeper, more ancient, and seemingly cold, void-like aura that existed even before the birth of the universe.

"Ugh!" Qin Nan groaned. Even with the protection of magical wings and a shield, he was like a small boat in a raging sea under this terrifying pressure. He uncontrollably staggered back a few steps, but was supported by Scáthach.

"Ha...haha...hahahahahaha!!!"

Just then, a burst of maniacal laughter, filled with indescribable ecstasy and morbid satisfaction, ripped through the suffocating silence like the most jarring noise.

It was that black-eyed nobleman.

He struggled to his feet from the cracked ground like a worm, his face covered in filth and pebbles, his magnificent robes tattered and torn.

But his pure black eyes were now burning with an unprecedentedly fanatical light. He was no longer afraid, no longer astonished; his face was filled with a twisted, nauseating ecstasy.

He stretched out a trembling finger, pointing to the terrifying shadow of the ultimate dark, deep-sea slumbering lord who had descended, obscuring the sky and slowly writhing. His voice was sharp and distorted with extreme excitement.

"See that!!! See that!!! Foolish guardians!!" He roared at Qin Nan, at Scáthach, at this world on the verge of destruction. "This is their power!!! This is the true might of the Ancients!!!"

His gaze then turned to the enormous cocoon beside him, trembling and contracting violently under the double pressure of terror, as if it were about to collapse at any moment—the warm bed of the pleasurable, crawling thing he had pursued all his life. His eyes were filled with undisguised, almost pilgrimage-like fervor.

"They have come! They have answered us! They have answered our devout sacrifices! One has already descended! And another... is about to appear!"

Although the pleasurable creatures he believed in were not yet completely free, the appearance of the Lord of the Deep Sea in his distorted perception was the perfect proof of his path and an irrefutable testament to the power of the Ancients.

"My path... is the right one!!"

The black-eyed nobleman opened his arms as if to embrace the double hell that was about to devour him, his face radiating a martyr-like fanaticism.

"The old world will crumble under their might, and a new world will be born in their glory! And we... all the devout... will become the eternal... foundation of the new world! Become part of their great body! Hahahaha—!!!"

His laughter was wild and desperate, echoing amidst the deafening roar of the collapsing heaven and earth and the mournful cries of the evil god's oppressive power, sounding particularly jarring and pathetic.

He was completely immersed in the dream of redemption he had constructed, a fusion of ultimate destruction and distortion, ignoring the terror that was truly coming, enough to erase all existence, ignoring the shattering earth beneath his feet, ignoring his impending end, a fate more complete than death—to be swallowed up, assimilated, and become a tiny, meaningless speck of dust in the writhing darkness or proliferating flesh.

boom-!!!

Just then!

The massive, trembling, contracting fleshy cocoon, as if stimulated by the arrival of the sleeping lord of the deep sea, or perhaps nourished by the Black-Eyed Noble's frenzied sacrificial declaration, suddenly erupted with a blinding, dark red light, like congealed blood.

The writhing on the surface of the fleshy cocoon intensified to its extreme, the thick membrane stretched to almost transparent, and countless twisted and tangled limbs within struggled and merged wildly. A more violent, greedy, and primal stench spread like a shockwave from an explosion, creating a bizarre and nauseating contrast with the cold pressure of the Lord of the Deep Sea.

"Here it comes! Here it comes! He's coming! Perfect...pleasure...newborn...greatness..." The black-eyed nobleman went completely mad. He no longer looked at the sky, no longer looked at Qin Nan, and no longer even looked at Scáthach.

His eyes were fixed on the flesh about to emerge from its cocoon. He staggered, a fanatical smile on his face, arms outstretched, like a moth drawn to a flame, and voluntarily staggered toward the enormous, pulsating cocoon, muttering blasphemous words as if to embrace the new life he had long awaited.

Qin Nan watched this scene, watching the writhing darkness that blotted out the sky, watching the pulsating, filthy cocoon of flesh about to burst, watching the fanatical believers who were actively heading towards destruction.

An indescribable sense of coldness and absurdity gripped her.

"Tang Zijun, you, you could it be..."

Scáthach frowned slightly and looked towards the ocean.

Not only the two of them, but also Tang Cao and Xiao Bai, Desk, every soldier of the Black City Legion, and even Chang Lei and Glolando who were guarding Black City, all changed their expressions and looked at the boiling ocean in unison.

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