The explosions continued relentlessly, earth and rocks tumbling, obscuring the sky.
The pure physical nature made it difficult for the demon, whose mystery had been weakened, to parry for the moment.
Amidst the continuous explosions and the sound of rocks cracking, the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe had nearly half of its body blown apart, revealing half of its brain and the red, yellow, and other colored organs and fat.
It had lost an arm and a thigh, and at this moment, it was constantly enveloped by the thick black mist seeping from the ground. Its body, after being blown apart, had become abnormally large, and countless black tentacles were growing out from the broken parts.
It looked like a grotesque amalgamation of tentacles and human, a demon Frankenstein, a monster living in nightmares.
But it didn't die.
In fact, it caused the power of the abyss around it to become even more solidified.
The power of the demon increased with the decline of the 'Trennsohst Brass Book's' power, and the restrictions of the rules in this area were gradually decreasing.
Tang didn't rashly take out the Yesterday Once More charm again to grab another rule book. The opponent had already taken precautions against this method, and doing it again wouldn't have any miraculous effect. It could only restrain the opponent's demonic power, which wasn't cost-effective.
"Moreover, the first wave of liquid hydrogen explosions didn't kill it. Subsequent explosions will be even harder to turn it into dust."
The first encounter with something was always caught off guard and difficult to resist. And high-Sequence Beyonders, especially demons with the Dark Side of the Universe as their power source, their power source wasn't just the extraordinary characteristics within their bodies, but also the Dark Side of the Universe and the abyss.
Once they adapted to this situation, pure physical explosions could no longer cause them much damage, at most making them look a bit disheveled.
Tang sighed and stood up.
Twisting his wrist, the figure of the Sun Scepter reappeared in Tang's hand.
'Praise the sun, praise the sun—'
Tang smiled, "I'll let you sing enough later, can you shut up for now?"
"Or go and have a lovely time with the System."
He really didn't want to hear the Sun Scepter singing here now, it would make him very irritable.
'Hehehehehe~'
The System's mechanical voice sounded... well, never mind, otherwise his System would throw another tantrum.
The Sun Scepter silently muted itself.
Pouting jpg.
The explosions continued, and Euclid's space was equally noisy, yet it had a strange tranquility.
It was like watching a TV series that had nothing to do with oneself. Any changes in the real world couldn't disturb this space in a higher dimension. As long as this ability was used well, in the battles of high-Sequence individuals, one could completely flicker in and out, and with the cooperation of marionettes, it was enough for Tang to avoid most of the enemy's attacks.
Frankly speaking, as an outsider, Tang had done enough to reach this point. He had delayed time and injured the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe. At this point, he could directly go back and pull Owen away. Even if the pollution broke out, the righteous god churches would be the ones with the headache.
Judging from the commotion now, the church's high-Sequence Beyonders, probably carrying a "0" level sealed artifact, were probably already on their way. Even if the Dark Side of the Universe really opened the door to the abyss, the gods' descents would arrive by then, and the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe simply wouldn't be able to complete its mission.
With this battle, with himself, the War Bishop marionette, the Sun Scepter, and the vessel as the core of the puppet show, and the hidden Dark Side of the Universe as the audience, he had received enough spiritual feedback for his own potion.
Moreover, his ritual conditions were met with the death of the demigod of the Gardener pathway who was polluted by the sunlight.
Although both the potion digestion and the ritual effect were still somewhat unsatisfactory, if he gritted his teeth, he might be able to try to advance to Sequence Four now.
The audience level was high enough, and the drama he directed was grand enough. Even the incidentally killed demigod had already met most of the ritual requirements, at most leading to poor ritual effects, increased risks, and severe personality splits.
But speaking of the audience... Tang looked strangely at the far reaches of Euclid's space.
He always felt that since the battle began, something dirty had been watching him.
But it didn't show in Euclid's space.
Time was pressing. Tang didn't bother with this question anymore. Taking advantage of the lingering power of the explosion, he began to check the traces of the abyss's door.
Seeing the valley that had been leveled, the extremely deep underground, and a fissure that was constantly expanding, Tang's heart sank further.
"Hasn't the church's high command arrived yet? Really, too slow."
There was no other way; he had to delay the opening time of the abyss's door.
If the things inside ran out, the entire Orkney Highlands would probably suffer the impact of a pollution flood.
How many thousands of people would die by then?
"Advancing to Sequence Four now will cause an indescribable impact on my spirit. An unstable mental state will definitely be exploited by the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe."
Moreover, the big explosion didn't destroy the door to the abyss.
The door to the abyss was an abstract concept in mysticism. It didn't exist physically. Even destroying the entire Orkney Highlands couldn't prevent the opening of the abyss's door. The only way to stop it, for now, seemed to be to stop the ritual of the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe.
Taking advantage of the waning aftershocks of the explosion, Tang found a safe place and came out of Euclid's space.
'Moment of Luck' exchanged the control of the War Bishop's spirit threads with the Theater Core again.
The hunter in ancient silver armor, holding the Sun Scepter, suddenly charged towards the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe again amidst the explosions.
The reason for exchanging the control of the marionette's spirit threads was primarily the extraordinary power of the War Bishop's Sequence.
As a high-Sequence Beyonder of the Calamity pathway, only the War Bishop could truly unleash the advantage of an army.
And the 'army' was the countless marionettes in the Never-Ending Theater. Even if they weren't here, they would become members of the 'legion'.
In the War Bishop's hands, the Sun Scepter was like a sharp weapon for killing. It didn't need black sunlight; the Sun Scepter itself was an indestructible weapon.
The vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe, whose body had already collapsed into a monster, desperately held on under the War Bishop's attacks. The War Bishop spared no effort. Its figure became even more elusive, its power strengthened, and its destructive force even more astonishing.
Compared to the previous simple physical combat with the demon, it was even wilder. Each swing of the Sun Scepter left bottomless cracks on the ground.
At the same time, the deterrence of the Psychiatrist, the recording of the Recorder, the spider silk of the Witch, the dazzling sun of the Light Suppliant, and various mid- and low-Sequence extraordinary powers suitable for this scene erupted.
The War Bishop, 'a one-man army'.
Meticulous attack thinking, non-stop covering strikes, every weakness of the enemy, every response method was like a meticulous calculator, without the slightest error, as if it was a monster born for battle, for war.
This wasn't a marionette, a state of marionette that a Marionette Master could control.
Rather than facing a marionette, it was more like truly facing a seasoned Sequence Three, an existence close to an angel on earth.
And the high-Sequence Extraordinary power of Sequence Three was now beginning to manifest.
But the vessel was already in a terrible state, yet the smile on its face grew wider and wider, almost splitting its mouth.
"Do you think this level of battle can affect me?"
Its words, every single word, were filthy and depraved.
But the marionette had no emotions. Even with the 'Bionic Puppet' module installed, facing the abyss, Tang hadn't set any emotions and had also used a high-level charm of the Death domain to kill the emotional content in the module in advance. No emotional fluctuations were possible.
But this depravity wasn't aimed at the marionette in front of it.
The earth was still trembling, and the sound of explosions had gradually stopped, but the trembling of the earth continued unabated.
The black sunlight around became thinner, and the black sun in the sky was slowly moving away, revealing the dazzling sunlight behind it.
After praying for a miracle from the Theater and projecting the daytime scene of this area from the mists of history and historical gaps, this place had turned into daytime. Now, this historical projection of the scene was shattering, the sun was illusory and dim, and the huge crimson moon was gradually appearing.
The tremor of the earth never stopped. Even the terrifying power of dust and explosions hadn't filled the cracks in the ground and was still expanding.
It was like a person's eyes, slowly opening.
Tang stood far away, his eyes becoming deep, communicating with the Theater Core through the Theater Owner's Ring.
"As for the second reason for exchanging the control of the War Bishop's spirit threads..."
The next moment, the War Bishop split open the other half of the vessel's body that had already turned into a monster.
Before the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe could react, the figure of the War Bishop disappeared, replaced by a new marionette.
And above the shattered sun, a crystal clear core, beating like a heart, floated.
That was the Never-Ending Theater!
That was the Theater Core!
Through the spirit worm and the infinitely stretched spirit threads of the 'Bionic Puppet' module, the War Bishop and the Never-Ending Theater had exchanged positions!
"Miracle! Miracle! Miracle of life! Miracle of creation!"
Frantic roars and shouts rang out. The gradually dissipating sun in the sky could no longer conceal the red moon behind it, but at this moment, a huge dome unfolded overhead, and black curtains fell one after another.
A huge, magnificent, mysterious, and terrifying theater was being rapidly built.
Mysterious and hidden power, accompanied by mad knowledge, was isolating this place from other areas, creating a cage impossible to escape, wanting to trap the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe inside.
Sequence Two, Miracle Worker.
This was the true "0" level sealed artifact, this was the true combat power of the angel level!
The pupils of the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe slightly dilated. This was the first time it had other emotions.
"It's you."
It was you who took this sealed artifact! It was you who disrupted my arrangements!
Its roars didn't go out. The moment the theater fully formed, it was locked into the Crimson School District!
On the huge yet dilapidated schoolyard.
"Am I... beautiful?"
"Am I... beautiful?"
"Am I beautiful? Am I beautiful, am I beautiful?"
It was a young woman with disheveled hair, wearing a red coat and a mask.
"Am I beautiful like this?"
She took off the mask in front of the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe, revealing a torn mouth exactly like the vessel's current one.
"Even like this, am I beautiful?"
She didn't know when a large pair of scissors had appeared in her hand, and in front of the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe, she suddenly laughed madly and rushed towards it!
"I want you to become as beautiful as me! As beautiful as me hahaha!"
The next moment, her body turned into blood and water, killed by the opponent.
But this wasn't the end.
The Crimson School District was buried with countless monsters and mental pollution, real fear and strangeness that could drive people mad and out of control.
The death of the Slit-Mouthed Woman polluted by the black sunlight brought a thick mental pollution that quietly climbed onto the split-open body of the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe.
Its body became heavy. This wasn't a problem for the Dark Side of the Universe, which held the 'depravity' authority, but—
"Twist, twist, twist, twist, twist—"
"Mommy, watch my red wedding dress, don't let me die too early, too early..."
Giggles, crawling sounds, the creaking of wood, suonas, chainsaws, terrifying and intense mental pollution was everywhere.
Thin, long ghost shadows appeared on the walls. Someone carried a human head lantern flying in the sky. The sound of distant sirens kept ringing, and the concrete doll in the corner quietly turned its head.
Each of them carried intense mental pollution from the black sunlight, each was twisted and strange.
This was mental madness, this was the Never-Ending Theater, tearing apart all appearances, revealing the deepest darkness.
The people in the outer and inner school districts didn't realize that the Never-Ending Theater had moved. Olson and Abraham's group were still doing their own things, not noticing any problems.
But in the deepest layer of the entire school, in the Crimson School District, the pouring pollution was like a flood, crashing towards the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe!
That was pollution, pollution that would completely drag the opponent's spirit into the extreme of madness!
The countless curtains of the Never-Ending Theater isolated the vessel's connection with the abyss, preventing it from borrowing power from the abyss and from digesting such a large amount of mental pollution, such a large amount of depraved power.
But, but ah—
Even in danger, even with the extraordinary characteristics on its body out of control, even if it was about to go completely mad, it—
It—
Before the pollution rushed over, its body swelled up.
The Theater Core realized something was wrong, but it was too late.
The pollution of the abyss overflowed from every cell, every piece of flesh, every drop of blood, frantically devouring the surrounding mental pollution.
It was forcibly reverse-polluting these pollutions, assimilating them.
The Dark Side of the Universe abandoned this devil's body. It, no, He was going to open the door to the abyss!
Pollution corroded the curtains. Through the curtains, a drop of black blood dripped onto the pit bottom that had already been bombed into渣渣 outside.
Tang's expression became solemn. The tremor of the earth didn't stop. The fissure, in the next moment, violently widened!
That was a bottomless fissure, as if leading to the abyss.
The sound of whistling wind blew from the depths of the fissure, and filthy, depraved power surged upwards!
The door was open.
(End of this chapter)