Nyarlathotep did not expect that his communication with Zhang Heng would fail.
This was an extremely rare occurrence in the history of his interactions with humans. Furthermore, Nyarlathotep had already analyzed the pros and cons of the situation. Based on his understanding of the boy outside the house, the boy had no reason to reject his help.
Nyarlathotep suddenly realized that he couldn't understand what Zhang Heng was thinking. He didn't know if this was the aftereffect of losing his emotions, or if the master of the city under the ice had begun to affect Zhang Heng. Either way, it wasn't good news for him.
Nyarlathotep looked down at his broken third leg again. In just a short while, a new bone had grown out of the bloody wound, and the flesh on it was healing. At this rate, his third leg would regrow in another quarter of an hour. However, he did not know how long it would take for it to return to its original state. There was also a big hole in his head that was blasted by a high-explosive bomb.
This was also why he did not want to fight the boy in the courtyard.
In fact, the number of his believers had been growing rapidly over the years. Although he could not compare to the master of the city under the ice, he had already surpassed many ancient gods. However, the soul and illusion attacks that he was best at had little effect on Zhang Heng, who had lost his emotions. Zhang Heng would not be bothered by negative emotions at all.
Other than that, the old man Kronos had a good plan. He gave Zhang Heng an extra 24 hours a day, extending the 24 hours with each round of the game. This was tantamount to accelerating the loss of Zhang Heng's emotions. However, this obviously brought about some side effects. Because of the long game time, Zhang Heng now had high-level skills and a full set of godly equipment.
Nyarlathotep was not confident that he could defeat Zhang Heng in a head-on fight. This was also why he disguised himself as Song Jia when Zhang Heng was drunk and brought him here. After his plan was exposed and the negotiation failed, Nyarlathotep found that he could not do anything to Zhang Heng.
Fortunately, there was still some time before dawn, and the black fog could ensure his safety. That was why Nyarlathotep did not retreat immediately. He did not expect to regret his decision so soon.
Nyarlathotep was having a headache trying to figure out a way to insert the spine into Zhang Heng's body. He did not expect to feel a chill under his feet.
Nyarlathotep looked down and found a puddle of water at his feet. His first thought was, did I forget to turn off the tap in the kitchen?
But soon, he thought of something, and his expression changed. The master of the city under the ice was a water elemental, and Zhang Heng's blood flowed in his body. In other words, after the amulet lost its effect, Zhang Heng probably inherited part of that guy's ability to control water.
As if to confirm his speculation, the pool of water stopped spreading after touching his feet. Then, as if it had come alive, it began to climb up his body along his feet.
In the blink of an eye, the water had reached his chest. It was so fast that Nyarlathotep was dumbfounded. Then, his entire body was wrapped in a ball of water.
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To be honest, Zhang Heng did not expect his ability to control water to improve so rapidly. The last time he used this ability was in the Chernobyl quest. At that time, he could already create whirlpools in the river to capture aquatic animals. But this time, he came to Greenland. Maybe it was because he suddenly learned a lot of information about his life, or maybe it was because he got closer to the master of the city under the ice, but his ability to control water, which was getting more and more skillful, had been greatly enhanced.
Initially, Zhang Heng wanted to use the water to locate Nyarlathotep, then use the remaining three bullets in his sniper rifle to injure him. When he entered the swimming pool, however, he found that the water in the pool had almost become an extension of his body. He could even manipulate the water to do things that defied the law of gravity.
For example, he could wrap himself in water and bring the water out of the swimming pool and into the house, thus isolating himself from the suspicious black mist. Or now, after he found Nyarlathotep's position with the water, he could pull him into the pool as well.
Nyarlathotep, on the other hand, did not expect Zhang Heng to barge into the house shrouded in black mist. Not to mention, Zhang Heng's ability to control water was so strong. His expression became serious. If someone were standing outside the house, they would notice that the black mist had become thicker and thicker, almost materializing into a solid substance.
After that, the black mist took the initiative to drill into the water from all directions. A small part of it was dissolved on the spot, but a larger part of the black mist did not dissolve into the water. Instead, it turned into small bubbles. These small bubbles were very active, swimming around in the water, looking for their own kind. When two bubbles met, they would immediately fuse, becoming a bigger bubble. As more and more small bubbles gathered together, they finally formed an air wall.
The air wall blocked the middle of the living room, separating Nyarlathotep and Zhang Heng again. The moment the black mist wall formed, the water that wrapped around Nyarlathotep finally fell apart, falling to the ground under the influence of gravity.
However, before Nyarlathotep could catch his breath, a rubber hose used to water flowers flew out from the other side of the black mist wall, wrapped around his neck, and dragged him to the other side.
The gods of Nyarlathotep's faction had always fed on the fear and despair of their believers. He did not expect that such a classic scene from a horror movie would happen to him one day. After all, it was just an ordinary rubber hose. After realizing what was happening, Nyarlathotep used a fingernail to cut off the rubber hose, preventing himself from being dragged further.
Nyarlathotep had no intention of getting back at him. He retreated to the window on the right. Nyarlathotep took another deep look at the wall of black fog and the vague figure behind it. He didn't care if the person inside could hear him or not. He left one last sentence.
"Do not enter the city under the ice."
After that, the black mist wall dissipated, and the water that was blocked by the wall quickly rushed over. However, Nyarlathotep was no longer in the room.
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