102: Chapter 102 Watermelon Explosion
"Weng—"
An extremely high-frequency magic vibration echoed through the air.
Specks of deep blue radiance gathered frantically around Qin Ming's side.
Five azure brilliant swords, condensed entirely from pure magic, manifested out of thin air.
[Brilliant Sword Circle Formation].
Although the professor had lost his sanity, a beast-like instinct allowed him to sense a fatal threat.
He let out a deafening roar, his massive body lunging forward suddenly.
He attempted to tear the boy before him into pieces before those blue light-swords could launch.
But it was too late.
He simply watched the behemoth pouncing through mid-air with composure.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
Five blinding streaks of blue light tore through the dim air of the basement.
Their speed was so great that they broke the sound barrier, creating sharp sonic whistles.
The first brilliant sword accurately pierced the professor's right arm, which was as thick as a tree trunk.
The terrifying penetrative power of the magic directly shredded his entire arm from the shoulder down.
The second and third swords instantly pierced through both of his knees.
The professor lost his balance in mid-air, and his massive body slammed heavily onto the ground.
Immediately after.
The fourth and fifth brilliant swords followed a perfect cross-shaped trajectory.
They plunged ruthlessly into the professor's head, which had grown enormous due to mutation.
*Bang!*
They met no resistance whatsoever.
It was like being hit head-on by an anti-materiel sniper rifle.
Professor Helix's head was like a ripe watermelon.
In the explosion of blue magic, it instantly burst into a mist of blood mixed with grayish-white brain matter and black blood.
The headless corpse slammed onto the floor tiles, sliding forward two meters due to inertia.
It finally stopped right in front of Qin Ming's combat boots.
The thick, dark green blood vessels on the corpse quickly withered away.
Without the head to control it, this ultimate zombie, catalyzed by the triple-dose reagent, turned completely into a pile of rotten meat.
[Ding! Killed Living Mutant Zombie x105.]
[Ding! Killed Living Mutant Zombie Professor.]
[Obtained Points: 218.]
[Current Total Points: 529.]
The system's cold, melodious mechanical voice sounded in his mind.
The corners of Qin Ming's mouth curled up slightly.
Adding in the ordinary zombies cleared from the entire corridor earlier.
Tonight at the Miskatonic University morgue could be described as a bumper harvest.
Over five hundred points.
In a corner of the corridor.
An old ECG monitor, its screen half-shattered, suddenly lit up with a faint fluorescence.
A smiley face made of green pixels slowly emerged on the screen.
"Ziz... Master... so amazing..."
There was a hint of flattery in Larry's synthesized electronic voice.
Qin Ming glanced at the mess all over the cold storage room.
His gaze fell upon the giant syringes scattered across the floor due to the professor's frantic actions.
They still contained quite a bit of fluorescent green Resurrection Reagent.
"Larry, go and collect the remaining medicine."
Qin Ming ordered indifferently.
This kind of potion, which could make one cross the boundary between life and death, had immense side effects but immediate results.
In certain specific situations, it might serve as a decent consumable or bait.
"As you wish... Ziz... Master..."
A pale hand covered in black digital artifacts reached out from the half-broken screen.
The hand extended in an extremely eerie manner, moving quickly across the floor of the cold storage room.
Everywhere it passed, those fluorescent green syringes and glass bottles filled with the raw solution.
As if by magic, they were pulled into the pocket dimension inside the screen by the artifact-covered hand.
After confirming nothing was missed.
Larry's pixelated smiley face flickered on the screen.
"Collection complete... Ziz..."
Qin Ming turned and walked out of the third basement level, which was paved with flesh and blood.
"Let's go."
"To Dr. Pretorius's manor."
Qin Ming's voice echoed in the silent corridor.
"Let's go see those 'good friends' from another dimension."
The rain in Arkham Town had stopped.
But the air was still permeated with a heavy moisture and the damp chill characteristic of the New England region.
Two o'clock in the morning.
A Victorian-style detached villa located on the edge of town.
It wasn't far from Miskatonic University.
As a respected physics professor at the university, Edward Praetorius's residence appeared extremely secluded.
There were no other neighbors around.
Only a vast expanse of coniferous forest, so dense it felt somewhat oppressive.
Qin Ming stood before the tightly closed wrought-iron gates of the villa.
The yard was overgrown with weeds; it was clear the owner hadn't tended to it for a long time.
Or rather, all of the owner's energy was currently immersed in that mad experiment in the basement.
He didn't ring the doorbell.
Qin Ming took a step back and leaped.
His figure cleared the three-meter-high iron fence, landing steadily on the lawn in the yard.
With one hand in his pocket, Qin Ming skirted along the base of the wall to the back of the villa.
He didn't detect any signs of living humans.
However, there was an extremely bizarre, hair-raising vibration continuously seeping out from the villa's attic.
That vibration didn't belong to Yin energy, nor did it belong to resentment.
Instead, it was a cold and viscous, strange magnetic field that completely transcended human three-dimensional perception.
Qin Ming had Larry lift him up.
Through the gaps in the shutters, an extremely piercing purplish-red halo faintly shone through.
Qin Ming raised his foot and unceremoniously kicked through the glass of the ventilation window.
The loud crash sounded exceptionally jarring in the night.
Through the broken window, Qin Ming leaped lightly into the attic.
His feet hit the floor.
The air was thick with the smell of ozone, like the scent after a thunderstorm, but amplified a hundredfold.
Qin Ming's gaze quickly swept over the entire space.
In the very center of the attic.
Sat an extremely complex metal machine, shaped like some kind of cult totem.
It consisted of countless brass coils, massive glass vacuum tubes, and two giant tuning forks that looked like lightning rods.
At this moment.
The machine was running at a low speed.
Emitting a low "weng weng" humming sound.
Between the two giant tuning forks, purplish-red electrical currents were constantly jumping.
This was the resonator.
A Pandora's box capable of stimulating the human pineal gland through specific frequencies to break through dimensional barriers.
Qin Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.
Under the shroud of the purplish-red halo.
An extremely disgusting distortion was occurring in the previously empty air.
A translucent tentacle, resembling that of a giant deep-sea octopus, slowly probed out from the void.
It had no physical form, yet it could leave a viscous, strange trail in the air.
The surface of the tentacle was covered with suckers that constantly opened and closed, and within each sucker grew a ring of fine, sharp teeth.
This was just the tip of the iceberg.
Deeper within the purplish-red halo.
Swarms of jellyfish-like floating alien creatures were emitting screeches that made one's scalp tingle.
They had sensed the aura of the physical world.
They were hungry.
"So these are the monsters from another dimension?"
Qin Ming looked at the translucent tentacle slowly swimming toward him.
There was no fear in his eyes.
Instead, they flickered with a cold light, as if looking at prey.
He slowly raised his right hand.
The solid golden halo behind his head suddenly flared up, emitting a divine light even more piercing than the purplish-red glow.
"I wonder if these can be exchanged for points."
Qin Ming's mouth quirked into a grin.
He proactively walked toward that translucent tentacle.