Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 411: Chapter 121

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Smelly, and sticky.

This was the first thing Sui Xiong felt after rushing into the red light.

What was smelly and sticky was the malevolent power; it was so strong that it even turned into an entity. It was made up of hate and resentment for all the living creatures of the world and all the goodness and kindness in existence.

When so much hate was mixed together, it formed a complete evil.

No more reasons were needed. This extreme hate was the deepest and purest evil, without any other impurities.

At the moment when he had gone in, Sui Xiong even had the feeling of suffocating. He was very grateful that he did not need to breathe. Otherwise, to inhale in this damn thing… Even if his body could resist its erosion, it would be super disgusting!

He smiled secretly, using the smile to ease the pressure in his heart.

Surviving and fighting in this environment really made him feel stressed. If he didn't find some relief, he was afraid that he'd go mad.

Mad?!

Sui Xiong was suddenly stunned and then frowned. He remembered the strange chaos he had just met.

The power of the chaos was vague and disorderly, but it was incredibly infectious and erosive. However, in its nature, it was actually just strong malevolent power, but he had never realized until just now.

This was not due to his observational abilities. He subconsciously neglected the malevolent power as he was facing the huge crisis of possibly being eroded by its chaotic powers.

At this moment when he went to the evil star Yin Chen, he suddenly understood that although the malevolent power contained in this evil star was slightly different from the malevolence in the chaos, they were similar in the origin.

Perhaps… the falling evil star which was going to destroy Void City was controlled by that strange chaos?

Sui Xiong shook his head after thinking for a while.

Impossible. If it is that thing, it wouldn't need to do that. With only one finger, it could crush all of Void City into pieces without anything left. Even a second finger wouldn't be necessary. If such a strong thing is behind this, why would it bother to go around the sun just to meet the moon?

Thinking of that, he couldn't help but smile and feel relieved.

The power of this evil star was possibly related to that chaos. However, as long as it was not its own power, he had nothing to fear.

In other words, after having met that chaos, the level of Yin Chen could no longer make Sui Xiong worried or afraid.

As for how to deal with this evil star, he came up with a way after thinking for a while.

"Change!"

With a yell in a low voice, Sui Xiong's tentacles merged into a huge drill bit after a shake of his body. He then drilled toward the surface of the evil star.

The evil star, Yin Chen was powerful because it contained terrible, malevolent power. Its power was not only poisonous, but it was also able to erode most things in the world.

For example, when Wall detonated his own avatar, it undoubtedly let out amazing power. However, his Divine Power was eroded and got polluted the moment it approached Yin Chen, turning into a part of its own evil power. That was why it did not work at all.

However, in addition to this horrible malevolence, the power of Yin Chen itself as a star was actually very limited.

To put it bluntly, it was nothing more than a big stone. Even if it had been infiltrated by malevolent power, it would not become a piece of refined steel.

If it was refined steel, then so what? In the face of Sui Xiong's drill bit, steel was no stronger than mud.

Of course, there were things in the world that could stop his drill bit, which was created at the last moment for temporary use. However, at least the rise and decay of Yin Chen was not one of them.

The drill bit easily drilled through the surface of the evil star with a harsh sound. Then a horrible roaring sound came out of the shell which had been drilled through.

The roaring sounded surprised at first, panicked the next and then fearful again. Then it became muffled and hoarse, without any clarity whatsoever.

In the Underground Dragon Nest of his God's Kingdom, the noumenon of Cladema let out an earth-shattering roar and scream with blood coming out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. The purple-black blood dripped down his body and onto the treasures around him. His firm dragon scales could still withstand the blood, but those precious treasures were completely unable to withstand the terrifying power it contained. They were completely eroded and destroyed, turning to ashes in an instant.

Just in this time, he lost as much wealth as what a small city owned in the human world.

Usually, such a loss would make him sad and drive him crazy. He would have to find a place to ravage; that would help him to vent his anger and make him calm down. But now, Cladema completely neglected the loss of his wealth because all his energy had been focused on something else.

He cut off the connection with one of his own avatars.

It was not an ordinary avatar, but the most powerful one which he put the most into. Its predecessor was a long-lived old dragon who died a natural death—a black dragon just like him. After he managed to steal the body of this old dragon, he spent countless precious materials and Divine Power to completely transform it into an extremely powerful body strong enough to store more than half of his Divine Power.

For gods, the power stored in an avatar was limited. Except for the strong ones with special skills, the upper limit of most avatars' power would be one level lower than that of their noumenons. If a noumenon contained powerful Divine Power, then the avatar would be at a medium level at most. If a noumenon was weak, then the avatar would only contain weaker Divine Power.

However, this avatar of Cladema was different. It could store more than half of his Divine Power. In combat, the exerted power could be at least comparable to the power of the noumenon in a short period of time.

In other words, this avatar was his secret weapon that allowed him to burst out increased fighting power in a short period of time. This was counted as one of this old dragon's Sunday punches.

However, he had lost this punch.

Compared with the loss of wealth, the loss of this avatar really made Cladema's heart heavy.

However, this was not the biggest loss for today.

Wealth was just a worldly possession, and the avatar was originally prepared for loss; he could accept this in the end. Since he was ready to attack someone else, he had to be prepared for a loss too. Cladema had experienced the world for so many years, so he understood this truth.

However, just a moment earlier, he was eroded by the power of the outer layer of Yin Chen.

Only a moment.

Fortunately, it was only a moment.

The old dragon screamed for a while, finally letting himself calm down again. He carefully collected the purple-black blood on himself, condensed it into a ball and then sealed it carefully. He dared not to breathe a sound during the whole process.

After finishing all this, he sighed deeply and laid on the heaps of treasures in exhaustion. Then whispered in pain.

"That damn big jellyfish!" After groaning for a while, he couldn't help but curse, "What kind of monster is that guy?! Why can't even the relics of His Majesty kill him?"

After a few curses, he sneered.

"Now my avatar is completely eroded by the power of His Majesty and turned into an invincible horrible monster. That big jellyfish is probably having a headache. Well, maybe he isn't having a headache because his brains may have already been hit out of his head! Ha ha ha ha!"

The old dragon laughed wildly, but he accidentally touched his injuries, and that made him scream out loudly in pain.