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Chapter 763: Contingency Plans Are Best Left to Chance
Chapter 763: Contingency Plans Are Best Left to Chance
Wait, what?!
In the brief moment of recognizing the other black-haired woman's face, Lyon abruptly turned back, intending to speak up.
However, the two "Shevas" reacted faster. The black-haired woman emerging from the molten pool raised her right hand, and the black-haired woman in Water Bottle Director's arms, looking perplexed, followed suit.
Even though Water Bottle Director seemed to sense something and hastily sidestepped, raising his Mudsculpting Hand in defense, he couldn't bring himself to strike with full force, instantly killing the black-haired woman. Instead, he was lightly touched on the chest by her fingertips.
Dry, rigid, and shattered!
With a mere touch of the black-haired woman's fingertips, the "Earth" known as Water Bottle Director Barto underwent an instant transformation from "fertile" to "barren," as if experiencing the vicissitudes of time in the blink of an eye.
Chest, shoulders, and arms.
The blue-haired elder didn't even have time to scream before half of his body withered and crumbled, disintegrating from a once-vibrant, aged flesh into a lifeless cloud of dust!
...
Now I understand what Snow Miser meant when she said, "You'll regret it!" before going to bed.
Closing his eyes in frustration, Lyon didn't bother with the blood-spewing Water Bottle Director or rush to kill the suspicious black-haired woman. Instead, he reached up to support the crown on his head.
The dark and luminous mirror flashed slightly, and the power of the Nightmare King was momentarily released. Aside from the three with the strongest auras, the other Earthline descendants who hadn't fully emerged from the lava pool were instantly pulled into the dream realm.
"Bone!"
"Hmm."
With a brief exchange, the black-haired woman and the short, stout man among the three leading Earthline descendants closed their eyes simultaneously.
At the same time, in the plummeting nightmare Lyon had hastily created, where all entrants fell endlessly downward, two solid patches of land suddenly appeared, catching the souls plummeting into the deepest depths of the Abyss of Fallen Souls.
The tall, thin elder, who hadn't entered the dream realm, paused. The hardened lava, now resembling a stone, began to "flow" again, transforming into a series of black and red molten "eggshells" that enveloped and dragged away the Earthline descendants whose souls had been extracted by the dream.
But it wasn't over yet. After ensuring Lyon couldn't harm the other Earthline descendants, the tall, thin elder, with a hint of anger, opened his mouth and silently clacked his teeth twice in Lyon's direction.
Crack!
In the instant the tall, thin elder closed his mouth for the last time, Lyon, having thrown off Nightmare On's gray robe, heard the sound of his own bones "growing" for the first time in his life.
In less time than it takes to blink, the gray-robed Nightmare On vanished from his original spot, replaced by an infinitely expanding forest of white bone spikes.
Blood, organs, and limbs... In the face of the rapidly sprouting and expanding bone spikes, all other human components were crushed and shredded, as sharp bone spikes erupted everywhere.
Even Water Bottle Director was affected. Despite moving back to avoid the initial onslaught, he was still pierced by the bone spikes erupting from Lyon's neck, leaving him riddled with bloody holes. Then...
Pop!
With a light sound like a bubble bursting, the bone spikes, now resembling a white bone forest, trembled slightly, like a reflection on the water's surface.
As the tall, thin elder looked on in surprise, the gray robe, ethereal as a dream, opened and closed. Lyon, who had just been torn apart by the bone spikes, emerged from the fluttering robe, his face pale. He then grabbed the bloodied Water Bottle Director and ran!
"Wait! Sheva..."
Motherfcker!
Seeing that Water Bottle Director was still stubbornly clinging to his delusions, Lyon, furious, began chugging his drink while yanking off Nightmare On's gray robe and throwing it over his head.
You old fool, your brain is fried! Your wife is clearly messed up! And damn it, Sheva, Sheva... I'll show you!
If you had been a little more ruthless just now and dealt with her like you did with that fake Snow Miser from the Carnage King Society, using your Mudshaper Hand to finish her off, would you have ended up in this near-disaster?
The blue-robed figure emerged from the shadows, their silhouette shimmering.
As Bart glared at him with a hint of annoyance, the Aquarius Director trembled, then obediently closed his mouth and willingly immersed himself in Bart's created dream. He emerged from the dream unharmed.
After experiencing the Nightmare King's ability to turn reality into a nightmare, the Aquarius Director's broken body instantly healed, restoring him to his original state.
However, after creating two Zodiac Director-level illusions and erasing the damage from the Earthline Descendants' attacks, the Nightmare On's substantial gray mist robe had become thin and insubstantial. A slight increase in breathing could easily disperse it.
At the same time, as the vessel for Nightmare On, the Nightmare River's water level plummeted, following Bart's power being heavily consumed. The vast amount of nightmares, in their quivering state, retreated, returning to the deepest part of the Abyss of Fallen Souls.
The seemingly restored Aquarius Director, as the gray mist robe was retracted by Bart, turned pale. The recently revived body became petrified again, a large area from his heart to his left shoulder, once more transformed into hardened, parched, muddy yellow soil.
Damn it, what bad luck...
Glancing at the blue-haired elder's face, now even whiter than paper, Bart sighed helplessly.
I've already pushed the plan to its limits, but this situation is truly hopeless. Who would've thought the female cleaner's mother had issues... Hmm... It seems not only ghosts but others might know as well?
Suddenly remembering something, Bart slightly tilted the mirror crown atop his head, summoning the Heart Lake God back from the dream.
"Haha, I told you, you'll regret it."
Released from the endless nightmare, the Snow Miser, realizing he was back in the real world, looked at the clearly severely injured Aquarius Director, then at Bart, whose aura had plummeted. He couldn't help but smirk, saying,
"The will of that First-Level Purifier is indeed strong, but if she were just an ordinary human, she would never have lasted ten years under my will's erosion. So, she's definitely not an ordinary human.
Listen up, I know all the intelligence you're most eager for! If you want to know how you were defeated and how to save that woman, then follow me... What? What are you doing?!"
"Haha."
Mimicking the Snow Miser's demeanor, Bart coldly smiled at him. The mirror crown atop his head twisted, transforming into a tiny three-headed black dog, which devoured the terrified Snow Miser in one bite.
I don't care about how I was defeated or saving that Sheva. I just want to tear you apart!
"Sizzle..."
[You have consumed a terrified True God...]
(End of Chapter)
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