Chapter 111 The True Face of the False Temple, Deep-Sea Assimilation!

Stepping onto the smooth crystal ice floor of the temple, it was not the bone-chilling cold one would expect. Instead, it was a nauseating, slippery sensation, as if stepping on the internal organs of some giant mollusk. The soles of the feet sank slightly, and one could even feel a faint pulsation.

The holy incense in the air could not mask the stench beneath. This was no temple; it was simply a giant monster's stomach.

Jiang Chen wore the Blood Hand Butcher's blood-colored coat. In his hand, he held the golden rope binding Iliya. His gaze pierced through the Asura mask, looking lazily at the Deep Sea Priest, Blue Nether, on the throne.

"Hand her over to you?" Jiang Chen's voice was hoarse, carrying undisguised mockery. "What kind of thing are you to even be worthy of touching my body pillow?"

As soon as these incredibly arrogant words were spoken, the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze. The holy smile at the corner of Blue Nether's mouth stiffened instantly. His fingers gripping the aquamarine scepter turned slightly white, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. As a patrol envoy of the Sea God Temple, he was the sky in this Abyss City. Who dared to speak to him like that?

"Blood Hand Butcher, you are too presumptuous." Blue Nether's voice was ethereal, yet it carried a bone-chilling killing intent. "This is a temple, not a dog kennel for you to run wild in. Watch your words."

Jiang Chen yawned, ignoring him completely. He casually pulled a carved armchair from his storage ring. With a "clatter," the armchair was placed steadily in the very center of the hall. Amidst dozens of murderous gazes, Jiang Chen sat down comfortably and proceeded to cross his legs.

"Cut the crap, pay up." Jiang Chen leaned back against the chair and tapped the armrest. "One billion Top-Grade Spirit Stones. If one is missing, I will tear this temple down."

He turned his head and patted Iliya on the head. "My fox sheds hair; the usual shampoo and maintenance fees are very expensive, so I need extra money." Iliya pouted aggrievedly, and the fox ears on top of her head drooped. However, she forced herself to remain silent, cooperating fully as a "piece of cargo."

"One billion Spirit Stones?" Blue Nether suddenly laughed. The laughter grew louder and louder, reverberating in the empty hall, causing the crystal ice walls to hum. "Too vulgar."

Blue Nether stood up abruptly, holding his scepter high, his eyes becoming extremely fanatical. "I bestow upon you a greater glory!" "There is no need for money; you can directly become a part of the Sea God! Become the immortal Deep Sea God Race!"

After saying this, he pressed heavily on a hidden mechanism on the armrest of the throne. "Rumble!" The entire crystal ice temple began to tremble violently. It was as if a sleeping giant beast had been awakened. The originally holy and smooth blue ice walls actually began to squirm violently like a living creature.

"Squish, squish..." The scalp-numbing sound of wetness rang out from all directions. The ice layer of the walls cracked open, and countless eerie deep-sea compound eyes actually grew out! Those eyes were scarlet, dense, and stared fixedly at everyone in the hall. The eyeballs kept turning, radiating greedy malice.

Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue reacted extremely quickly. Both immediately drew their weapons, standing back-to-back to protect the two sides of Jiang Chen's armchair. "What on earth is this place!" Su Qingyue looked at the squirming walls around them, her stomach churning, her face turning pale.

On the throne, the mutation continued. Blue Nether tore off the magnificent sacrificial robe he was wearing. "Rip!" That originally slender and handsome body was now undergoing a terrifying deformity.

On both sides of his neck, huge dark red gill slits cracked open, opening and closing. Dark green scales grew on his skin, covered in mucus. On his back, rows of disgusting, giant fleshy suction cups sprouted out!

"Click, clack!" Accompanied by the sound of bones dislocating. A thick, dark purple tentacle covered in barbs broke through the flesh, replacing his left arm.

"Do you see? This is the power bestowed by the gods!" Blue Nether brandished that thick tentacle, his voice becoming like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing together. He looked down at everyone from above, as if looking at a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. "Accept the baptism! You lowly land creatures!"

"Hiss—!" On the dome of the temple, the originally compassionate statue of the Sea God suddenly opened its mouth. A thick, impenetrable dark green mist descended from the sky. This mist poured onto the crystal ice floor like a waterfall. This was "Deep Sea Filth"! It contained extremely strong spiritual pollution and flesh-deforming power, which was the Sea God Temple's strongest means of controlling slaves.

On the edge of the hall, dozens of human captives who had been captured by the Skinning Cult and offered to the Sea God Temple were still kneeling. The dark green mist spread extremely quickly, instantly submerging them. "Ahhh! It hurts! Help me!" "My eyes! What's wrong with my hands?!"

The shrill screams rose and fell, like a living hell. A young male Martial Artist was rolling on the ground in agony, his hands clutching his face tightly. His clothes were torn by his rapidly expanding muscles, and his skin cracked inch by inch. From the cracks, countless tiny black tentacles crawled out, squirming madly.

"Pop!" His eyes burst open, flowing with thick, green pus. His sanity collapsed completely the moment the filth entered his brain, turning him into a deep-sea mutant that only knew how to kill and feed. "Eat... so hungry... I want to eat meat!"

Not just him, those dozens of captives were wiped out in less than half a minute. They had all turned into tentacle monsters that were neither human nor ghost, drooling with foul-smelling saliva, their eyes wild.

Mu Qingxue looked at this scene, her eyes cold to the extreme. "Is this your so-called faith? Turning people into mindless monsters?" The frost sword in her hand emitted a biting, extreme cold. The Sword Qi swept across, freezing the approaching filth along with the ground into thick ice shards. "Simply insane, you deserve to die!"

At this moment, Jiang Chen, sitting on the armchair, finally reacted. He ripped the Asura mask off his face and tossed it on the ground like trash.

【Ding! Detected extremely high concentration of spiritual pollution source (Deep Sea Filth).】 【System evaluation: This smell is like rotten eggs that have been fermenting in a closed sewer for ten thousand years.】 【Warning: The odor seriously exceeds the standard, severely affecting the host's breathing quality and sleep experience.】 【Automatically activating "Nightmare Purifier" mode: All spiritual pollution will be forcibly isolated.】

Jiang Chen frowned, pinching his nose with his hand, looking disgusted. "Is the exhaust System of this damn temple broken?" He complained with great dissatisfaction. "Making it this smelly, are you not going to let people sleep? Don't you seafood creatures ever bathe?"

Saying this, he actually changed to a more comfortable position. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he leaned his head against the back of the chair. In this Shura field where demons danced and monsters ran rampant, he closed his eyes, preparing to take a nap!

"Is he crazy?!" Blue Nether, who had turned into a half-human, half-monster, saw this scene, and his huge tentacle trembled violently with rage. He was performing an incredibly holy assimilation ritual, demonstrating the supreme power bestowed by the Sea God. This guy was actually complaining about the smell and sleeping there?! This was the greatest insult and blasphemy against the Sea God!

"Arrogant heretic! Swallow him! Tear him into meat paste for me!" Blue Nether roared, and his thick tentacle pointed fiercely at Jiang Chen on the armchair.

"Roar—!" Dozens of newly mutated deformity monsters around immediately surged toward Jiang Chen like a tide. The sky-filling dark green filth also resembled a giant poisonous snake, opening its bloody mouth, biting down fiercely toward Jiang Chen's head, attempting to pollute his mind.

"No!" Iliya closed her eyes in fear, her nine tails tightly hugging herself. Just at the moment when the filth and the monsters' sharp claws were about to touch Jiang Chen, "Clang!" A clear and impassioned sword hum resonated throughout the entire hall.

A golden-red Nirvana Sword Qi, like a rising sun, instantly severed the black mist pressing down from above. Su Qingyue held her long sword and stepped forward. She stood firmly in front of the armchair, blocking the path of all the monsters. Her black hair danced, golden-red flames burned in her eyes, and the tip of her sword pointed directly at the high-and-mighty Blue Nether.

"I said." Su Qingyue's voice was not loud, but it carried a resolute determination and an untouchable reverse scale. "Don't touch him!"