Chinese Superman

Chapter 186 Whispers of the Ancient Gods, The Contamination of the Deep Ones

The moment the gatekeeper dialed the emergency call, the green vortex of the [Portal] suddenly rippled violently like waves!

"brush"

A snow-white figure, moving so fast it was almost blurry, like an aurora tearing through the air, rushed into it without any hindrance.

Most people only felt a blur before their eyes, as if a sharp gust of wind had swept by.

When I looked again, the portal was still fluctuating, but it was as if nothing had happened.

"Just now—did something go inside?"

Someone rubbed their eyes and asked uncertainly.

"Are you seeing things? With so many of us watching here, who went in?"

"And there's a beast horde inside right now! Anyone who goes in will die!"

The [Fishman Swamp Forest] instance is now a living hell.

The air above the swamp, thick with fog, was filled with a jumble of noises.

There were the piercing screams of merfolk, the roars of adventurers, the screams of the wounded, and the clash of weapons and the explosions of spells.

sound.

Throughout the swamp forest, broken weapons, shattered armor, fallen monsters, and the corpses of adventurers are everywhere.

The adventurers, who were originally relatively scattered, are now being frantically hunted down by mermen surging from all directions.

Logout requires a three-second uninterrupted boot time.

This requirement would certainly be sufficient under normal circumstances, but under the current suicidal attack by the merfolk, it has become a fatal luxury.

Many adventurers were interrupted by murlocs as soon as they chose to log out of the dungeon, and were forced to fight again.

In the central-eastern part of the instance, in a relatively dry forest clearing, the fiercest resistance is currently erupting.

A giant silver brick, as big as a car and gleaming with silver light, crashed down with the force of wind and thunder!

"Bang!!"

The ground shook violently, mud and water splashed everywhere, and three or four murloc soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were instantly smashed into a bloody pulp. Two other murloc soldiers were also thrown away, their bones broken and tendons snapped.

"Guild Leader! Another wave is surging in from the southeast! At least two heroes are leading the charge!" a member with a bloodied face shouted hoarsely.

In the center of the open space, a sturdy, resolute middle-aged man, with his hands outstretched and veins bulging on his forehead, was fully controlling the [Northern Song Dynasty Silver Ingot] that was suspended in mid-air.

He is none other than Wu Pan, the leader of the Rock Adventure Team.

"Buzz"

The silver ingot rose with a hum once more, the official inscriptions engraved on its surface shimmering with a faint light.

"Hold on! Conserve your energy, take turns providing cover! Our reinforcements will be here soon!" Wu Pan roared hoarsely.

As he spoke, he once again activated the silver ingot, smashing it fiercely and crushing several more mermen.

However, looking around, his heart sank lower and lower.

Of the six elite members of the Rock Adventurer Group, less than half were still standing, all wounded, and they were surrounded by more than fifty mermen in layers.

Further away, indistinctly, more fishmen were gathering.

Seeing the terrifying power of the silver ingot, the few surviving murloc heroes stopped trying to fight it head-on. Instead, they cunningly circled around the perimeter, directing the murloc warriors and soldiers to constantly wear them down and squeeze their space.

New fishmen keep emerging from the puddles and mud pits of the swamp, seemingly endless.

"Captain! This won't do! We're holding you back!" A member, his face deathly pale, pierced through the abdomen by a bone spear, cried out with a wry smile, "You use the silver ingots to clear the way and charge out yourself! Don't worry about us!"

"Bullshit!" Wu Pan roared, his eyes bloodshot. "You think I built this adventure group like it's child's play? I brought you in, and I'm going to get you out of here! Not a single one of you can be missing!"

Even so, his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the depths of the swamp—in the direction of the Filthy Scale Tribe.

The sky there seemed darker than anywhere else, and a faint, unsettling energy emanated from it.

That fluctuation was chaotic, evil, and extremely terrifying!

"I'm afraid—no one will be able to leave today." His heart was ice-cold.

As if to confirm his premonition, a deafening roar came from the depths of the swamp!

"Splash!"

The calm swamp suddenly erupted with a turbid wave ten meters high, which surged toward the shore like a wall.

At the crest of the waves stood the Fishman King, clad in bone armor and wearing a crown of demonic bones!

Holding a scepter, its crimson eyes swept over the besieged humans, filled with cruelty and fanaticism.

Behind him were countless fishmen, hundreds and thousands of them.

These merfolk rode the waves and, upon landing, immediately let out a sharp roar.

"kill!"

The Merfolk King brandished his scepter, pointing it at the distant Rock Adventurers, and let out a mad scream in Merfolk: "Slaughter all these humans! Use their flesh and souls to water the altar!"

"This world has suffered under humankind for far too long. Today, we welcome the arrival of Father God Dagon to cleanse this defiled land!!"

"For the Father God!!"

"Kill all of humanity!!"

The frenzied cheers were like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down; all the murlocs' eyes were bloodshot, and their attacks became even more frenzied.

The few remaining members of the Rock Adventurer Group all wore expressions of despair.

Faced with a monstrous horde that resembles a natural disaster, individual bravery seems so insignificant.

Wu Pan gave a bitter laugh, preparing to burn his life for a final gamble.

In reality, with his Innate Realm strength, he could already unleash the full power of a Grade C relic. Even if he burned his life force, the mystique of the [Northern Song Silver Ingot] wouldn't increase much.

Just then.

"唳39

A clear and melodious crane's cry pierced through gold and shattered stone, echoing throughout the entire instance space!

All creatures that heard the sound, whether human or monster, involuntarily paused for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a bright sword light, like the first ray of light cleaving through chaos, fell from the sky!

The sword light split into two, then four, then sixteen, instantly multiplying into countless forms, as fine as rain, covering most of the swamp forest.

"Puff puff puff puff puff————"

Amidst the continuous soft sounds, the hundreds of murlocs surrounding the Rock Adventurer Group—whether ordinary soldiers, powerful warriors, or murloc heroes patrolling the perimeter—all froze in motion.

The next second, a thin line of blood seeped from the top of their heads, slowly extending downwards, tracing across the entire fish flesh, dorsal fin, and...

The fish tail was chopped off, and then with a "whoosh," the entire fish-man was cleaved in two like fish meat on a chopping board, and fell to the ground.

This point was like a domino effect, triggering a chain reaction of attacks. Waves of murlocs fell silently, like wheat being harvested by an invisible sickle.

The scarlet blood quickly stained the muddy ground.

With a single strike, thousands of murlocs in the entire instance were wiped out!

The open space became desolate and lifeless.

Only the thick stench of blood and the lingering aura of sword energy permeated the air.

Wu Pan and the surviving members of the group were stunned, almost unable to believe their eyes.

Before they could even see where the attack came from, the enemy had already been completely wiped out.

An elegant white figure appeared out of thin air, hovering silently before the giant waves stirred up by the Fishman King.

It was a pure white, magnificent crane, its wings shimmering with a sharp luster that dared not be looked at directly, its clear eyes calmly gazing at the horrified and enraged Fishman King.

"Are you the anchor point for the Outer Gods?"

Bai Xianshuang's cool voice rang out directly in the Fishman King's mind, using mental communication.

The Fishman King was stunned by the sudden turn of events, but when it realized that it was just a "bird" coming, it was taken aback, and then its ferocity returned.

"A bird?"

"You dare to obstruct the Father God's descent?!"

The Merman King grinned maliciously, the magic core on his scepter erupting with a blinding, eerie blue light: "You think you can stop all this by slaughtering my people? How naive!"

"Our flesh and blood have already been sacrificed! Father God—has responded!!"

It plunged its scepter into the water beneath its feet and uttered the last ancient syllable of the ritual!

"boom"

Deep within the swamp, at the altar of the Filthy Scale tribe, came a deafening roar like thunder.

The entire dungeon floor trembled!

The churning pool of blood in the center of the altar suddenly exploded, and blood plasma mixed with dense dark energy shot into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, an ancient, chaotic, and terrifying will, a mixture of the aura of the deep sea and the abyss, descended as if it were a tangible thing!

"Gurgle—Splash—"

【Fishman Swamp Forest】The largest pool in the area was churning and boiling. In the next moment, a huge amount of silt mixed with the pool water exploded into the air. A terrifying giant claw covered with thick blue scales and with semi-transparent webbed fingers suddenly emerged from the altar at the bottom of the pool and grabbed directly at White Frost that had flown into the sky!

The moment the giant blue-scaled claw appeared, an invisible yet deadly "contamination" spread outwards from the [Contaminated Scale Tribe] in all directions.

Some adventurers who were nearby suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation on their skin.

Some people instinctively scratched, only to be horrified to find that their skin was starting to peel off, revealing the slippery, growing, fine scales underneath!

Even more extreme, under the skin of the cheeks and arms, a sudden bulge would appear, and then with a "pop," a series of murky and dull fish eyes would emerge!

"My face, what happened to it!"

"How did you turn into a monster!?"

"Holy crap, guild leader, you have a fish eye on your chin."

"My butt is so itchy, oh no, it looks like I'm going to grow a tail."

Strange screams continued to ring out.

At the same time, blindingly bright red pop-ups appeared frantically in front of all adventurers still inside the instance:

【warn! 】

【warn! 】

[An intrusion of an unusually large origin detected! The stability of the instance has been severely impacted!]

[Danger level being reassessed]

[Danger Level: Difficult!]

[Danger Level: Nightmare!!]

[Unknown high-dimensional pollution is spreading — those with insufficient pollution resistance will undergo unknown distortions]

Nightmare-level dungeons, and unknown higher-dimensional contamination—

The adventurers trapped in the dungeon were now utterly desperate.

However, when faced with the arrival of the Great Old One Dagon, the white-haired crane high in the sky showed no fear in its cold crane eyes. Instead, a strange light shone in its eyes, as if it had seen something—something that interested it.

With a light flap of her wings, her figure moved like a phantom, easily dodging the giant, azure-scaled claws that blotted out the sky.

"fish?"

"This extraterrestrial deity is actually a fish." Bai Xianshuang's clear voice became somewhat excited. "Master is so kind; he knows I like to eat fish."

[Arrogant—Insignificant—A Low-Class Student*]

Unintelligible whispers of the ancient gods reverberated within the instance.

The mere fluctuation of consciousness made the spatial structure of the instance even more unstable, with fine cracks beginning to appear at the edges, seemingly pulling the instance back into the other world.

And more polluting odors spread with the whispers of the ancient gods.

Every life that hears this whisper will be corrupted and transformed into a kindred spirit.

In the other world, this race is called fishmen, but their followers in the outer realms have another name: Deep Ones!

Clearly, this Great Old One is not a god from another world; he merely uses that other world as a springboard to invade Earth.

"If you were to come in person, I would naturally stay as far away as possible and would have to ask my master to take action."

"But a mere wisp of consciousness that descends through faith and sacrifice—is not worth mentioning before me!"

Faced with the pollution of the ancient god's whispers, Bai Xianshuang gracefully raised her neck and slightly opened her long beak.

"Buzz"

A point of dazzling golden light, seemingly containing the infinite truths of swordsmanship, rose from her throat and instantly hovered above her head!

Golden Elixir!

A perfectly round, radiant, flawless golden elixir!