northernbook Chapter 342 - 325: Compilation (Part 1)
Chapter 342 - 325: Compilation (Part 1)
A corrosive rain of dark green fire poured down like meteors.
Bloody handprints flickered in and out of existence in the air, faceless black shadows darted through the interplay of light and dark, and bizarre, swollen corpses oozing pus emerged from the gloom...
All sorts of Nightmare Powers intertwined and layered upon one another. Their combined might was so immense that even a Dream Master at the Controller Level...
...would likely find it difficult to withstand. The slightest misstep would mean instant death.
Unfortunately for them, Hu Qi was enveloped by his Demon Soul Domain.
It was like an indestructible shield, isolating him from all attacks.
The attacks formed from the Power of Nightmare landed on his periphery but failed to cause even a ripple, as if they were merely tickling him.
But of course, Hu Qi wasn’t going to just stand there and take it.
One after another, phantasmal, bizarre images appeared behind him: a yellowish-brown rope, a shattered mirror, the inverted figure of a person in a red dress, black Buddha Beads...
These were all the Dream Eyes that Hu Qi had devoured and absorbed.
Now, they all manifested, lunging toward the script actors.
At the same time, his figure flickered...
...and vanished from his spot.
In the blink of an eye, he reappeared before one of the script actors.
He casually brought the massive black hammer in his hand down in a smash.
The blood-striped black hammer rapidly filled the script actor’s vision.
SPLAT!
It was over in an instant.
This script actor, a Dream Emissary who wielded three Dream Eyes, didn’t even have time to scream.
His one-point-eight-meter-tall body was instantly turned into a meat patty.
His bones and internal organs burst, exploding into a mist of blood.
However, this scene did not frighten off the other script actors.
With bloodshot eyes, they all charged forward as if they had a death wish.
Watching this unfold,
Hu Qi raised an eyebrow, keenly sensing an extremely faint fluctuation of Nightmare Power.
This power was exceedingly subtle.
Its effect seemed to be a stimulant, keeping people in a frenzied state.
’Clearly, it’s a problem with this space. Or to be more precise, it’s the Blood Word Script.’
Suddenly—
SHLK!
It was as if an invisible, malevolent pair of hands had torn into Hu Qi’s back.
A fine wound silently appeared on the surface of his skin.
The cut was as narrow as a hair. It had barely appeared and hadn’t even had time to ooze a single drop of blood before it rapidly healed, leaving no trace.
Without looking closely, it was impossible to even notice.
Hu Qi turned his head and looked to the side.
There, the woman in the wedding dress, holding the Ghost Head Saber, stood quietly.
Seeing Hu Qi look over, her expression became one of shock and uncertainty.
"Interesting. To think you could actually injure me."
Hu Qi chuckled.
The moment he finished speaking, his figure vanished like a phantom, leaving only a faint afterimage.
Seeing this, the woman in the wedding dress felt her scalp tingle.
An intense, chilling sensation washed over her like a surging tide.
Just then, a towering figure, like an iron pagoda, stepped in front of her. It was the four-armed strongman.
"Guan Dantong, I’ll hold him off! Right now, only the Ghost Head Saber in your hands can harm him. Wait for the right moment and strike his vitals with all your might—"
His words were rushed, but he stopped abruptly halfway through.
A massive shadow had suddenly fallen over them like a dark cloud, completely engulfing their figures.
It was a Giant, nearly four meters tall.
The strongman’s brawny, two-meter-plus frame seemed tiny before it, barely reaching the monster’s waist.
WHOOSH!
The next second, the figure lowered its head, a mocking, cruel smile tugging at its lips. The giant hammer in its hand instantly doubled in size.
As the hammer swung, it stirred up a howling gale before crashing down.
The strongman’s eyes hardened. He knew he couldn’t possibly escape his opponent’s terrifying speed.
So, without hesitation, he crossed his two thick, black arms above his head, attempting to block the descending black hammer.
His black arms contained an incredibly terrifying power, capable of easily tearing steel apart and even suppressing other Dream Eyes to a certain extent...
However...
The next instant.
The very moment of contact.
The strongman’s eyes bulged.
To him, it felt as if a mountain was crashing down upon him.
He didn’t even have time to scream before his entire body exploded on the spot like fragile porcelain.
Countless cracks instantly webbed across his two black arms, and crimson blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering onto the ground and filling the air with the stench of gore.
The woman in the wedding dress behind him had a moment’s reprieve thanks to the strongman’s block.
But she was still caught in the terrifying shockwave.
She coughed up blood and was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
She crashed heavily onto the distant ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
In a single blow, two residents of the Ninth Layer were left with one dead and one injured.
...
Behind the crowd.
Wei Fan, Ouyang Shuokong, and Gao Qian were gathered together.
Ouyang Shuokong was pale, still looking as if he were gravely injured. He followed the other two, holding a Bronze Dagger.
Meanwhile, Wei Fan held a rusty Golden Copper Bell.
As he shook it, it made a "DING DONG, DING DONG" sound.
The sound formed an invisible shield around him, blocking the attack from the yellowish-brown rope above.
At this moment,
his expression was grave as he stared at Hu Qi in the center of the crowd—a figure like a human meat grinder, capable of killing one or two Dream Masters with a casual wave of his hand.
’According to what I know from my past life, in this timeline, there should only be three residents on the Ninth Layer of the Bloody Apartment.’
’So where did this so-called Resident 904 come from?’
’And he’s so strong, able to kill a script actor comparable to a Controller with such ease.’