Chapter 879
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Chapter 879 Soul Contamination
The moment he finished speaking, the seawater in the stomach walls began to churn violently, and a fierce, savage force burst forth from Chen Yangrong’s body. In terms of power level, he was just half a step away from breaking through the peak of the “Klein” realm and reaching the human limit.
In the frantically churning seawater, the lanternfish’s faint light began to flicker uncontrollably. Its own power level wasn’t high, and now under the impact of Chen Yangrong’s force, it was on the verge of collapse.
Sensing this terrifying power fluctuation, Lin Qiye’s brows slightly furrowed.
“His consciousness has been completely corrupted by that mass of flesh,” Lin Qiye’s gaze swept across the stomach walls wrapping Chen Yangrong’s body as he said quietly to Jialan, “I can sense an extremely bizarre and violent divine power continuously flowing into his body from the beast’s corpse. His current power level must have been forcibly elevated by this beast’s divine power…
Anqingyu had heard from the Ancient God Church members that the more powerful the deity, the more easily their divine power could influence their proxy’s personality and thoughts. Although Chen Yangrong isn’t a proxy, I think the principle is the same.
Under such enormous divine power washing over him, his subconscious and thoughts have been completely influenced.”
“You mean his current thoughts aren’t actually his own?” Jialan asked puzzledly.
“Yes, if what he just said is true, then fundamentally, he’s just an ordinary fisherman who happened to enter here by chance. How could he become bold enough in just four days to claim he would guide the return of a pantheon’s deity? The change in his mentality is too drastic!
If I’m not mistaken, the one who truly wants to guide the return of the K-system deities… is it.”
Lin Qiye stretched out his hand, pointing at the stomach wall above.
“This beast? What’s its relationship with the Cthulhu Mythos?”
“We don’t know yet… Perhaps it was a creature that once extremely worshipped the Cthulhu Mythos, or perhaps… it was a member of the Cthulhu Mythos itself.”
In the frantically surging seawater, the beast’s stomach walls had already swallowed most of Chen Yangrong’s body, leaving only his head and chest with the long sword exposed.
His floating hair swayed in the seawater as he lifted his aged face to look at the void above, with the reflection of a blood moon faintly appearing in his eyes…
He slowly spoke:
“The blood moon is about to descend again…”
…
Fishing village.
The sky gradually darkened, the yellow dusk hidden behind heavy clouds. Night hadn’t fully fallen, yet the world was already dim.
The previously calm sea surface suddenly whipped up cold fierce winds, waves rose dozens of meters high, crashing heavily against the shore. The shattered water droplets turned into a sky full of salty rain, falling onto Anqingyu and Chen Gou.
Chen Gou collapsed on the ground, his body painfully curling up as he covered his ears, frantically banging his forehead against the ground.
“Stop speaking! Stop speaking… my head is about to split open!”
As if completely unaware of the pain, he kept banging his head against the ground with increasing force. Blood dripped down his face onto the ground, yet he showed no signs of stopping, as if trying to literally crack his head open!
Anqingyu’s brows tightly furrowed as he grabbed Chen Gou’s shoulders, stopping his self-harming behavior.
“Uncle Chen, what did you hear…”
Before Anqingyu could finish his question, he froze in place.
On Chen Gou’s blood-covered face, his eyes were as red as blood. He stared blankly at the dim sky above, with a blood-colored moon reflected in his pupils, emanating an eerie and bizarre light.
“I heard it…” Chen Gou muttered, “The voices of ‘them’…”
Anqingyu was stunned for a moment, then immediately activated his Forbidden Domain, his eyes taking on a gray tinge as he began to rapidly analyze Chen Gou’s body.
Vaguely, he saw a crimson thread extending from the sea, splitting in two. One thread merged into Chen Gou’s bloodline, continuously consuming his spirit and flesh.
The other thread pierced through the boundless sky, extending toward an unknown destination.
“Soul pollution?” Anqingyu’s brows furrowed tightly the moment he saw that thread.
He took a deep breath, his gray eyes seriously focusing on that blood-colored thread, seemingly trying to analyze its existence. But the next moment, his eyes suddenly experienced intense pain, as if a sharp thorn had pierced his eyeballs, forcing him to close his eyes.
“Ah…” Anqingyu groaned, holding his head with both hands, his expression equally agonized.
Several dozen seconds later, he finally recovered and struggled to open his eyes, panting as if exhausted.
Just now when he tried to analyze that blood-colored thread, the bizarre polluting force attempted to invade his mind through his gaze. Fortunately, Anqingyu reacted quickly enough and withdrew his gaze in time, otherwise he might have ended up like Chen Gou, polluted by that bizarre force.
But he couldn’t understand why Chen Gou, just an ordinary fisherman, would suddenly become involved with such terrifying pollution?
Anqingyu looked at Chen Gou writhing in pain on the ground, then turned to look at the blood-colored thread extending from the seabed, and its second segment that split in two and flew toward the sky to an unknown destination. His pupils contracted slightly as if he had realized something!
“…My wife died of illness several years ago, and my son left the fishing village years ago to make his way in the outside world…”
“…A few days ago, I went fishing with my father and encountered a storm… I was lucky enough to be rescued by other villagers’ fishing boats, but my father wasn’t…”
These two sentences from Chen Gou suddenly echoed in Anqingyu’s ears, and in that instant, he thought of a possibility.
“Bloodline? This soul pollution has seeped into the bloodline?” Anqingyu muttered.
If his guess wasn’t wrong, then the blood thread extending from the seabed must have come from Chen Gou’s father, who was also the true source of this soul pollution.
And this bizarre soul pollution was affecting his descendants through some mysterious bloodline connection, including Chen Gou who remained in the fishing village, and his grandson Chen Lu who had left the village early on.
The dreams Chen Gou had these past two nights weren’t just simple dreams, as he said, this was his father transmitting some kind of information to them through their bloodline.
The dead, blood pools, red moon, kneeling in worship…
Anqingyu seemed to realize something and suddenly looked up at the sky. At some point, at the edge of the heavy clouds, a corner of a blood-colored moon had quietly emerged.
