Low and consistent chanting echoed around the altar. Every rhythm was filled with evil and gradually increasing fanaticism, as if it was not coming from a human.
In the shroud of this chanting, the illusion triggered by the scalpel in Gu Jun's hand pierced through the fog of the past and the unknown.
The messy handwriting on some of the letters in the foreign language appeared before his eyes like a long-lost memory.
"I miss the days when I was studying at Carlott College. Every day, I would devote myself to the study of medicine, studying various classics, discussing different topics with my teachers and classmates, and indulging in a kind of ignorant happiness. I really hope that those days have not ended.
But I know that is no longer possible. I have to shamefully admit that I have failed.
My strength and intelligence are nothing in the face of this horrible storm. I think that even if I continue down this path, I may not have the chance to defeat that strange creation, and I may not have the chance to touch the profound truths of life, medicine, time, and space that are beyond the reach of our intelligence.
Perhaps death will give me another answer.
As for the matter of saving this world … please tell my classmates that everyone should have their own pursuit, and they should not be discouraged by my decision. Especially tell Raybundy Payani that he is capable enough to take over my job. Do not give up, but I have to go first. "
Gu Jun felt like he was seeing an illusion, but these illusions felt like they were happening to him.
On a cliff by the dead sea, the cold wind kept blowing, almost shaking the jagged rocks at the edge of the cliff. He stood there.
He looked into the endless distance, and the surface of the sea seemed to be tumbling with black seawater. He suddenly raised the scalpel in his hand and slashed it at his neck. The sharp blade instantly cut through his flesh, severing his trachea and carotid artery.
Blood gushed out like crazy, and it was blown away by the sea breeze. It splashed on the rocks, and he instantly made a sound of difficulty in breathing.
His exhausted body swayed a few times, and finally, he slowly knelt on the ground. He looked at the endless sea and murmured, "Destroy, destroy …"
He repeated the word over and over again. Soon, the rocks around him were dyed red by his blood. His voice became more and more difficult …
His spirit and body were returning to nothingness, but it was also at this time that he felt something silently appear behind him, and he slowly turned his head to look.
Just a few steps behind him, nine figures had appeared out of nowhere. They were all obscured by the darkness, and it was hard to tell if they were humans, beasts, or some other strange creatures. It was impossible to tell if he was really standing there or if he was an illusion that had distorted time and space.
"Son of Steel, Freud Lenton." Among the nine figures, a gloomy voice sounded calmly and said to him, "Our Great Old Ones have already prepared a demon seat for you. Above human knowledge, there is a greater profound meaning. "
He looked at those figures. They were clearly projections of the Dark Abyss, but he saw a ray of light.
It was the light that indicated that it had finally found its path.
He stood up shakily, and the scalpel that was dripping with blood fell to the ground. Using the last of his energy, he said, "Those profound meanings … I want to know."
Suddenly, the illusion shattered. Gu Jun's breathing quickened. His trachea was contracting, and the carotid artery was pulsing, but none of them had snapped.
Gu Jun saw that he was still inside the altar. Xue Ba, Uncle Dan, Lin Mo, and the rest were still around him. He could recognize each and every one of them again.
Holding this Carlop scalpel that was once used to dissect abnormal creatures and also to commit suicide, Gu Jun's body and mind were filled with the feeling of drinking spring water after a long period of thirst.
He could move again. His consciousness as Gu Jun had returned, and it firmly occupied this body.
The agitation and darkness of the Son of Misfortune were suppressed by another feeling. This feeling was awakened by the illusion, and it nourished his mind. This was the light consciousness of the Son of Steel. It appeared to be whispering to him in the depths of his mind.
"Do not give up … End this chaos … You are the result …"
Accompanying this feeling were countless blurry lights and shadows that could not be seen clearly, as well as thousands of distinct foreign words.
There were also some new understandings of spells. Gu Jun still did not know the actual knowledge of spells, but he remembered a spell …
"Ah Jun?" Everyone in the team was distracted. Only Xue Ba, who had the strongest willpower, could speak with a trembling voice. He was the first to notice that Gu Jun appeared to have returned to normal.
At the same time, the chanting grew louder.
Other than the four men in red, who were as calm as before, the wrinkled faces of the men in black were twisted into twisted shapes.
The mysterious patterns on their robes appeared to be talismans, and they were activated by their scary chanting.
"# ¥% ¥# ¥% ¥% ¥…% …% ¥% ¥% ¥,% ¥% ¥% ¥!"
The gray fog slowly receded. Every giant tree around the altar was a large banyan tree. Between the layers of shadows, the eerie and twisted branches looked like they were formed from the amalgamation of various carcasses. Could it be that these banyan trees projected themselves into the alternate dimension, spreading the pain and fear of disease?
The red light in the stone patterns on the altar glowed brighter, and it flowed faster. It surged toward the four stone pillars. The ritual was about to be completed.
But suddenly, the mutated wolves were the first to smell the change. Their spikes drooped, and they tucked their tails between their legs in anxiety.
Gu Jun, who should not have been able to speak, suddenly spoke. His voice was steady and devoid of fear.
"Do you … really know who the Son of Misfortune that you summoned is?"
Not many people knew of the existence of this answer. It was the same in the foreign civilization and on Earth.
Because that person was believed to have died from suicide.
The power that he received at the bottom of Longkan Seabed was not something that the Afterlife Cult had a clear understanding of …
Gu Jun scanned the faces that were still calm but filled with confusion. The chill on his face intensified. "Before you awakened the demon, were you prepared to be consumed by the demon?"
Lenton had the years and friends that he cherished, but so did Gu Jun. He would not give up.
The dark will that was suppressed in his body started to surge again, but this time, he was the one who released it. This dark power that he could not control could consume him at any time, but he was not afraid. He opened his mouth and uttered the curse in the foreign language, forcing himself to control all the power on the altar.
"Destroy, destroy, destroy!" Gu Jun chanted it again and again. He turned in different directions to transmit the voice that came from the abyss. "Destroy!"
In the foreign language, 'destroy' was also 'misfortune'.
Every time he shouted, the darkness in his self-consciousness grew, and the light and shadow in front of him became more chaotic.
It was like he was looking at the decomposition of a dead body, or the mountain of dead bodies in the stone room.
However, his voice had already become the sound of a landslide and a tsunami. In just a few moments, the entire altar instantly exploded into pieces. The four stone pillars also collapsed with a loud rumble. A terrifying thunderous rumble came from underground. The earth was shaking, and the five-thousand-meter-long spiral stone staircase was collapsing.
All the mutated wolves that were still alive let out cries of fear and fled in all directions in a panic.
The mist around the altar suddenly disappeared. The faces of those men in black and red all changed. They seemed to be more real than before.
Their incantations had already stopped.
"Destruction …" Gu Jun's body swayed unsteadily. His face was pale and eerie. He grabbed a submachine gun from Xue Ba, who was still immobilized. He aimed it at the members of the Afterlife Cult, especially the leader who had spoken earlier.
"Destroy!" His right index finger pulled on the trigger, and sparks flew. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG …
Xue Ba, Uncle Dan, Lou Xiaoning, and the rest, who had recovered, had their mouths agape at this scene.
The bullets from the submachine gun no longer passed through the shadows. Instead, they pierced through the bodies of the men in black and red. Their skulls shattered, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere. These withered men, who had been blaspheming the demons earlier, collapsed in a pool of blood with disbelief.
The strange and scary chanting had disappeared from this strange forest. Instead, there was a wail of resentment that echoed in hell.
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