120: Chapter 120 Praise to Our Lord, the Incarnation of Destiny
Ten days later.
Within a border Base City of the Land of Rebirth on the Other Shore, inside a sealed, dim conference room, the atmosphere was incredibly heavy.
Petrovsky, White Rose, and Zhou Kai were sitting around the conference table.
As S-rank Taboo Masters, although all traces of Neon Country had been erased, some memory fragments still remained in their minds.
They remembered the pink petals filling the sky.
They remembered that shattered folding fan.
And they remembered even more... that black Buddhist palm that descended from the sky and erased everything.
"Whew..."
Petrovsky took a deep drag on his cigar, the crimson light reflecting off his slightly haggard face.
"Everyone, I won't waste words."
He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his voice raspy.
"Neon Country is gone, but that doesn't mean it's over."
"Over on the Arctic Continent... many twisted and chaotic things are waking up."
"The coast of the Dongsheng Continent has never been peaceful either."
At this point, he abruptly stubbed out his cigar and looked at the other two with burning eyes.
"Terror Resurgence, disasters everywhere..."
"The Shaven Empire proposes... forming a Three-Nation Alliance to jointly resist these drastic changes!!"
As Petrovsky finished speaking, White Rose fell silent.
Immediately after, she pressed the communicator by her ear.
After a long while, she finally looked up and said slowly, "After discussion, the Supreme Executive of the Yanlong Empire... agrees to the alliance."
After the Yanlong Empire agreed to the alliance, Petrovsky turned his gaze toward Zhou Kai.
Zhou Kai did not answer immediately either.
He closed his eyes and pressed his palms together, his expression pious, as if listening to a divine oracle from the Void Realm.
Deep within the main hall of the Rebirth Temple.
Lin Chuan, sitting atop the Lotus Pedestal, soon sensed Zhou Kai's prayer and call.
After learning everything, Lin Chuan fell into deep thought.
An alliance?
In his eyes, it was merely ants huddling together for warmth.
But... if the resources and foundations of these two great Empires could be integrated, it wouldn't be a bad thing.
After all, even he didn't want to face the tide-like Weird Revival alone.
Cannon fodder is always needed.
"Granted."
A grand, cold voice of Law, devoid of any emotional color, crossed through space and exploded directly in Zhou Kai's mind.
Zhou Kai's whole body shuddered.
He slowly opened his eyes, a fanatical smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"My Buddha... is merciful."
"You two, My Buddha also agrees to the alliance."
...Meanwhile.
In the heartland of the Yanlong Empire.
A winding, turbid river surged relentlessly, like ten thousand horses stampeding and roaring!
This river... was named the Guan River! It was also known as the 'Guanshui River' or 'Guanjiang Crossing'.
It rained here year-round, with reeds growing thick along the banks and mist shrouding everything.
After the arrival of the Terror Resurgence apocalypse, this place was designated a Forbidden Ground by the Yanlong Empire. Even top Ghost Controllers or Taboo Masters... did not dare to set foot here lightly!
Yet at this moment, a tall, elegant figure abruptly appeared on a desolate mountain by the Guan River.
Looking closely, the figure was none other than Sherlock Haigeway.
He was still wearing that proper tuxedo, holding his signature large brass alarm clock.
However, his expression was more solemn than ever before, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible... madness.
"Is this... the node of fate?"
He murmured softly, his gaze piercing through the thick fog to land on a dilapidated ancient temple at the mountain's summit.
That ancient temple had existed for an unknown number of years.
The walls were mottled, the tiles had fallen off, and the stone lions at the entrance had long since weathered into a pile of rubble.
An ancient, decaying, yet extremely evil aura slowly seeped out from within the temple gates.
Tick-tock... tick-tock... The ticking of the clock in Sherlock's hand seemed to resonate with a certain frequency of this ancient temple.
He stepped forward and pushed open the rickety wooden door.
Creak... A cold wind brushed his face.
No gods or Buddhas were enshrined inside the temple.
There was only a massive, incredibly bizarre sculpture coiled in the very center.
The sculpture was formed by six human bodies of different shapes, twisted and entangled together.
Some held hunting forks, some led vicious hounds, and some bore longbows... these were the Six Venerables of Mount Mei from the Yanlong Empire's myths and legends!
But now.
They no longer looked like the righteous gods of myth.
Their limbs were fused and interspersed with each other, like Wax Figures melted by high heat, or like the failed products of some horrific experiment.
Six heads were squeezed together, their expressions hideous and pained, as if enduring eternal torture.
"What a... perfect vessel."
Sherlock looked at this unspeakable sculpture, a hint of intoxication flashing in his eyes.
"taboos that have slumbered for long ages..."
"It is time... to wake up and welcome your new master."
He placed the large alarm clock on the offering table in front of the sculpture.
Then.
He spread his arms and began to chant the awakening incantation originating from the Chaos Void Realm.
"Ph'nglui... mglw'nafh... Meishan... wgah'nagl... fhtagn..."
With every syllable uttered, the surrounding space vibrated once.
Outside the temple, the surface of the Guan River began to boil, and countless dead fish floated up with their white bellies showing.
Crack... crack... As the incantation continued.
That massive sculpture began to... squirm.
The originally hard stone surface began to soften, seeping crimson blood.
The eyelids of those six hideous heads began to twitch slightly, as if they were about to open.
A suffocating aura of S-Rank Ninth Tier rules, even touching the threshold of SS-Rank, was slowly exploding!
"Geh..."
"Heh heh..."
"Gua..."
Six distinct yet equally violent and mad voices emanated from within the sculpture, overlapping like a reverberation from Hell.
Boom!!
Finally, the stone skin on the sculpture's surface completely shattered.
Revealing the bright red, moist flesh inside, covered with greenish-black veins!
At this moment, the sculpture had come completely to life!
Six bodies fused into one bloated, gargantuan monster, twelve arms flailing in the air, six heads roaring simultaneously.
"Praise Fate!"
Sherlock looked at the twisted existence before him, the smile on his face becoming increasingly maniacal.
He suddenly pulled out that core 'Joker King' card and slammed it onto the monster's forehead.
"With Fate as the hymn, lead my Lord's... holy body to descend!!"
"Descend!! My Lord!"
"The great card game dominator!!!"
Rumble!!!
When the 'Joker King' card was slapped onto the monster's forehead, the originally gloomy sky was instantly torn asunder.
A massive, illusory chessboard covering a hundred-mile radius crashed down upon the world.
And unlike that time in the West Continent town.
This time.
It was no longer a phantom.
Instead, it carried a sense of solidity... that almost crushed the reality of the world!
Upon that chessboard, an unviewable and terrifying will was following that card, frantically pouring into the body of the Meishan monster below.
"Wooooh!!!"
The malformed six taboos of meishan let out agonizing screams.
Their deformed bodies were swelling, tearing, and reorganizing.
A supreme rule belonging to the Dominator was forcibly rewriting the form of this body's existence.