78: Chapter 78 The Big One is Coming

A second sound, a third, a fourth.

With every syllable that fell, another bloated, pale figure appeared from some direction in the ruins. They walked out one by one from behind broken walls, from the depths of ground fissures, and from beside the still-burning slag heaps, standing silently at the edge of the ruins. The mouths in the palms of both their hands opened simultaneously, and their thick, fleshy tongues extended at the same time, licking the folds around the edges of their palms in circles.

An aura of depravity and inversion constantly seeped from this ugly, naked body, mixed with distorted vulgarity and carnal desire, as if the very concept of "impurity" had been compressed into a physical object.

Next was the continuous use of the Black Goat Young Summoning Technique.

A second, a third, a fourth.

Every Dark Young that walked out from the shadows had a slightly different form. Some were larger with thicker hooves and denser, longer tentacles around their mouthparts; others were slightly smaller but moved noticeably faster, darting out from the shadows like an enraged giant python.

When the tenth Dark Young strolled out from the deepest shadows of the ruins, the ground of the entire ruins trembled slightly. The ten Dark Young stood in a circle, surrounding the ruins of Ranhuo City in the center, and stomped their thick hooves on the ground in unison.

Xie Feng raised his left hand, gripped his left forearm with his right hand, and yanked outward, tearing skin and flesh away with pure physical strength.

The dark green skin on the inner side of his forearm tore open, the gash extending all the way from his wrist to the crook of his elbow. When it split, the skin first parted in an extremely thin line, revealing the pulsing dark red muscle underneath.

Blood gushed from the wound.

The blood was dark green, mixed with extremely fine silver-white threads and the residual deep-sea chill of Cthulhu's tentacles—a thick liquid that was green-tinged white, glowing with a white sheen.

Xie Feng swung his arm outward, splashing the dark green blood onto the stone ruins of Ranhuo City.

As the blood dripped onto the vitrified brick and stone surfaces, they immediately made an extremely harsh chemical reaction sound. The Dark Young raised their heads simultaneously—they had no heads, but their mouthparts turned toward the sky in unison.

Ten blocky mouthparts opened at the same time, spraying extremely fine and dense mucus threads from ten directions of the ruins. The sticky threads converged above Xie Feng's head, weaving into a giant dark green web that slowly rotated in mid-air, bringing a breath of both holiness and obscenity with every rise and fall.

The Black Goats were calling for their mother.

According to the Shub-Niggurath Deity Summoning Spell, Xie Feng's approach was completely non-compliant. He had neither built a sacred stone altar nor found hundreds of liters of fresh blood, and it was certainly not the time of the new moon.

But knowledge is power. With the Dark Young present, each one increased the success rate of the Deity Summoning Spell by ten percent. Xie Feng now had ten around him, and a portion of the God of Depravity's authority aligned with the Black Goat of the Woods, making it even easier to attract Her gaze.

Strange sounds began to drift out along with the cries of the Dark Young.

“Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!”

Xie Feng successfully set up the altar for the Solemn Rite of Unity using extremely crude conditions.

“Die! You guys are too terrifying! You must die! Die! You will be crushed, you will be destroyed, you will be slaughtered, you will be torn apart...”

Mad, raving murmurs poured from Xie Feng's mouth, accompanied by intense hatred.

The anomalies of the entire Qingzhou were so drawn by this aura that they could no longer control themselves. Like crabs parasitized by sacculina or praying mantises invaded by horsehair worms, they madly converged toward the frenzied dark green figure, even if they were burned by Fire Vampires, devoured by Formless Spawn, or trampled by Dark Young,

while those behind continued to surge inward, like moths rushing toward a lone oil lamp burning in the wilderness at midnight. The flame burned the first one to death, but even as the moths behind saw their companions' wings curling and blackening in the fire, they still threw themselves forward.

They had no regrets; they were utterly infatuated.

“Die! Die! Die!!”

Xie Feng began to channel magic into the stones with his only remaining hand. These stones were precisely the upper and lower layers of stone from the underground Seal.

The upper layer consisted of fragments of the inner dome wall covered in the sealing runes of the Tianque Sect, while the lower layer consisted of fragments of the ground where the Voormis had carved monitoring runes for six hundred years.

Xie Feng gathered them one by one from the ruins, stacking them high. Every stone was filled with magic points. Silver-white threads surged from his fingertips, permeating along the extremely fine illusory runes inside the stone, fully reactivating the sealing formation of the Great Cultivator from six hundred years ago, the monitoring runes of the Voormis, and the residual prayer traces of the God of Toads' believers.

Under the infusion of magic points, the two layers of runes began to intertwine. The grayish-blue monitoring runes and the dark red sealing runes nested within each other on the stone surfaces, forming a composite structure that had never appeared in six hundred years.

Every stone was filled with magic points.

Xie Feng did not know the Yog-Sothoth Deity Summoning Spell, but as a fanatical enthusiast in his past life, he had memorized the Yog-Sothoth prayer. The mark of Tawil in Xie Feng's eye socket lit up, and silver-white flames surged from the depths of the Void Realm, slowly rotating around his eye socket.

“Hear my summon! King of the Infinite Void! The Star-Mover! The Firm Foundation! Ruler of Earthquakes! Conqueror of Terror! Creator of Pain! The Destroyer! Glorious Victor! Son of Void and Chaos! Guardian of the Abyss! God of Primeval Darkness! Lord of Dimensions! Enigmatic Sage! Keeper of Secrets! Lord of the Labyrinth! Great Master of Angles! God of the Nighthawks! The Ultimate Tip! Lord of the Gate! The Opener of the Way! All-Powerful, Eternal Lord of Primeval Times! Umr at-Tawil! Iak-Sathath! Yog-Sothoth NAFL'FTHAGN!!! Your servant summons you!”

The silver-white void in his eye socket suddenly expanded, extending outward from the edge of his eye socket, spreading an extremely thin and bright silver-white film of light over half of his face.

Dreamlike bubbles flashed across the sky, each reflecting the outline of a Gate of the Silver Key inside.

The wails of the Dark Young of the Black Goats already resounded through the dark night, and a dark cloud bearing twisted goat hooves was slowly solidifying.

The snickering in his ears had turned into a chaotic roar; the Howler in the Night was shrieking.

Raising his only remaining hand, the gray flame turned back into the cold crystal blind staff and automatically flew into his palm. The three-petaled spark in his left eye flashed violently for an instant, the silver-white void in his right eye suddenly expanded, and Cthugha in his chest had never felt so excited.

The distorted, bizarre, dark-green, black-furred creature let out a non-human shriek in mid-air:

“You are all going to die!!!”