jdhmnovel Chapter 341 Ship Spirit, Terrifying Ghosts and Gods! (Page 12)
Chapter 341 Ship Spirit, Terrifying Ghosts and Gods! (Page 12)
The black, three-armed, human-headed spider that had been severely injured by Zhang Yun in red was now undergoing a chilling transformation.
Its massive body, as large as an adult male, suddenly convulsed violently, and a viscous black liquid seeped from its carapace, which was covered with strange patterns, emitting a hissing corrosion sound.
The crimson light flashing in the eight compound eyes flickered on and off, and a strange smile appeared on the distorted human face.
"Crackling sounds..." A tooth-grinding sound of bones cracking came from its body, and three deformed arms hung down like melting candles.
Even more terrifying, its body began to decompose at a visible speed, turning into countless writhing black threads.
These threads intertwined and coiled in the air as if they were alive, emitting a nauseating stench.
In the blink of an eye, the entire monster had completely dissolved into a writhing shadow, forming an ever-expanding black swamp on the ground.
Suddenly, the shadow churned violently, and a black shadow, at least three meters tall, rose from the ground!
It has no fixed form; painful, distorted human faces constantly appear on its surface, sometimes extending sharp claws, sometimes opening its blood-red maw.
Most terrifyingly, the monster suddenly collapsed into a flat surface as if it had been flattened, and then wandered eerily between the walls and the ground.
The light in its path was swallowed up, leaving behind trails of writhing black.
As it suddenly leaped out of the shadow beneath Zhang Yun's feet in red, dozens of jet-black claws simultaneously emerged from the shadows!
"What kind of clown are you, trying to pull?" Zhang Yun in red sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
But the hem of his clothes was being eroded by the shadows and was carbonizing and peeling off at a terrible rate.
The monster opened its enormous mouth, which was made up of countless sharp teeth, and let out a shrill cry like that of a baby, causing the entire space to tremble.
Zhang Yun, dressed in red, suddenly felt his pupils contract as the distorted shadow, as if alive, climbed up his legs.
He could clearly feel the bone-chilling cold emanating from the shadows—it wasn't just ordinary cold.
Rather, it was a sinister touch that seemed to freeze the soul.
It felt like countless dead hands were simultaneously caressing his skin.
Where the shadows lingered, his red robes began to decay silently, the fabric seemingly being gnawed away by some unseen force.
It fades quickly, becomes brittle, and turns into ashes.
Even more terrifying, his skin began to turn an unnatural bluish-gray, as if his flesh and blood were being slowly eroded by some indescribable force.
Countless distorted, pained faces emerged from the shadows, screaming silently with their mouths agape. Only a chilling buzzing echoed in Zhang Yun's mind.
The faces sometimes merged and sometimes split, as if countless souls were imprisoned in this shadow, struggling to drag him into eternal darkness.
The shadows tightened, like a giant python strangling its prey, the bones creaking under the pressure.
Zhang Yun could even feel his breath being gradually taken away, as if his lungs were being filled with some kind of viscous, dark substance, and every breath he took carried the smell of blood and decay.
"What kind of monster is this? It's so troublesome!" he whispered through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse from suffocation.
However, what was even more terrifying was that he saw a pair of familiar eyes deep in the shadows—his own pupils reflected in the darkness.
But under the erosion of the shadows, it gradually twisted and disintegrated.
Zhang Yun, dressed in red, suddenly contracted his pupils, his eyes flashing with a sharp, cold light that streaked across the darkness. His thoughts raced back like lightning—
Beneath the masked man's pale mask, thick black blood flowed from his empty eye sockets, yet the corners of his mouth curled up eerily, as if silently mocking him.
Their joints were twisted at inhuman angles, making a "crackling" sound as if their bones were dislocating, as if they were being controlled by some indescribable force.
The bronze ship was covered with twisted runes, each line writhing like a living thing and emitting a nauseating stench.
A low, mournful wail emanated from the bottom of the ship, like countless souls imprisoned in metal, never to be reborn.
The overwhelming pressure of the supreme god manifested, as if he were being watched by some supreme being. His bones were almost crushed, and his blood flowed backward.
The murmurs that seemed to belong to another world echoed in his ears, like a thousand voices simultaneously whispering blasphemous truths, bringing his reason to the brink of collapse.
The compound eyes of that three-armed, human-headed spider reflected countless faces struggling in pain. Its abdominal cavity was swollen, and some kind of deformed creature could be vaguely seen wriggling under its skin, as if it might burst out at any moment.
The darkness that enveloped him at this moment was not merely a void that devoured light, but something more ancient and malevolent.
It was like a malevolent thought crawling out from the deepest abyss.
Every shadow carried a deadly poison that corroded the soul, even capable of causing hallucinations—he seemed to see his skin festering, flesh peeling away to reveal bare bones…
"Could it be... that all of this is..." His heart sank suddenly, a terrible guess exploded in his mind, and a chill instantly swept through his body.
Zhang Yun, dressed in red, suddenly relaxed, a near-maniacal smile curving his lips. A strange red light flickered deep within his pupils, as if he had finally glimpsed a truth capable of driving someone mad.
"I understand!"
His laughter echoed in the confined space, carrying a twisted sense of relief.
The surrounding shadows seemed to stir with his sudden realization, and the bronze patterns on the wall began to writhe, expanding and contracting like blood vessels, oozing a dark green viscous fluid.
The viscous fluid dripped onto the ground and emitted a faint moaning sound, as if countless tiny creatures were struggling in pain.
"Looks like I scared myself..." he muttered, his voice gradually becoming hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat, each breath accompanied by a strange 'gurgling' sound.
There were faint shadows moving beneath his skin, as if something was moving within his flesh.
"What kind of supreme deity would be on this bronze ship?" He suddenly looked up, his neck making an unnatural "crack" sound, and his mouth stretched into an exaggerated grin.
"This ship... is the Supreme God himself!"
Before he finished speaking, the entire bronze ship suddenly trembled violently.
The bronze on the ship's walls began to melt, revealing the writhing flesh beneath, and countless distorted human faces appeared and disappeared on the surface.
The souls trapped inside the ship emitted mournful screams that pierced the very depths of their souls.
"That's why it was able to drag me in so easily..." Zhang Yun's body began to convulse uncontrollably, his shadow twisted and deformed on the ground, and then stood up on its own, grinning maliciously in the exact same posture as him.
"This is a ship built by the supreme god who has mastered the laws of shadow... using his own divine body..." His voice grew softer and softer, until it became a rustling whisper.
Zhang Yun, dressed in red, suddenly had two streaks of crimson-gold fire in his eyes, and fine beads of blood seeped from his pores, which were instantly vaporized into a scarlet blood mist.
His voice seemed to come from the deepest depths of hell, carrying a resonance that made the space itself tremble:
"You're nothing but a decaying corpse of a god, yet you dare to make me submit?!"
The entire bronze ship suddenly convulsed violently, and the bronze rust on the ship's walls peeled off, revealing the writhing dark red flesh beneath.
The souls trapped inside the ship let out mournful howls, and countless pale arms reached out from the cracks in the walls, frantically scratching at the air.
“As for that masked man…” With each word he spoke, tiny sparks flew from the corner of his mouth, “He was probably a prisoner swallowed up by this living ship!”
"Once I dissect this divine corpse, I'll naturally find out!"
Before he could finish speaking, the shadowy creature wrapped around him suddenly let out a shrill cry like a baby's wail.
The shadowy tentacles writhed wildly, and countless human faces appeared on their surface, each one screaming silently.
Countless blood-red eyes opened from the depths of the shadows, their pupils reflecting the shattered future of Zhang Yun.
“A mere creation of shadows…” Zhang Yun, dressed in red, grinned maliciously and raised his right hand, a bloody gash suddenly appearing on his palm.
A drop of golden-red essence blood floated up and instantly transformed into a raging inferno!
"Illuminating the Nine Netherworlds!"
A phantom of a candle dragon emerged from the crimson flames, and with each blink of its eyes, time itself seemed to be thrown into disarray throughout the entire space.
The shadowy tentacles convulsed violently as if they had encountered a natural enemy, and charred cracks began to appear on their surface.
Wherever the flames passed, the shadows sizzled like living creatures, burning into twisted, human-shaped holes.
The most terrifying thing is that the fragments of shadow that were burned actually revealed their original form in the flames—each piece was a fragment of the soul of the devoured, now howling in pain as it turned to ashes in the fire.
The entire bronze ship emitted a deafening groan, and large areas of bronze began to peel off from its hull.
Beneath the peeling rust, countless contorted faces of pain were staring intently at Zhang Yun in red with venomous eyes...
Zhang Yun, dressed in red, had an almost manic blaze in his eyes, a sinister smirk on his lips, and he ignored the strange changes around him!
"You mere inanimate object, yet you dare to try and stop me?!"
His arms suddenly trembled, and the Candle Dragon's essence within his body erupted completely. Blazing golden flames burst forth from every pore of his body, making him resemble a crimson sun that had fallen into the deepest abyss!
The flames were no ordinary fire, but rather the divine light of daytime containing the power to create the world. Each wisp of flame twisted and roared like a living thing, scorching the space with pitch-black cracks!
"Illuminating the Nine Netherworlds—The Supreme Sun Descends Upon the Heavens!!!"
boom--! ! !
The entire space was instantly swallowed up by the blinding daylight. Wherever the light passed, the shadows melted away like snow meeting boiling oil, emitting a shrill scream and twisting wildly!
The three-armed, human-headed spider had long since turned into a pool of boiling black water, with even the residue evaporated completely!
The bronze ship's walls trembled violently, and the ancient runes on the ship's surface shattered one after another. Large pieces of rusted copper peeled off like rotting skin, revealing the writhing flesh and blood tissue beneath!
"Woo——!!!"
A non-human wail came from deep within the ship's hull, like the painful roar of some ancient being!
Immediately afterwards, countless shadow creatures poured out of the cracks in the ship's hull like a flood bursting its banks!
Their shapes were twisted, some resembling humans but not quite, some crawling like centipedes, and some simply clumps of writhing darkness, all carrying overwhelming resentment, frantically rushing towards Zhang Yun!
However—it was nothing more than a moth drawn to a flame!
Wherever the candlelight shone, the shadowy creatures didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes in the blinding white light!
Before their remains even hit the ground, they were burned into wisps of black smoke, and eventually even the smoke and dust were burned away!
The entire bronze ship was like a wax figure thrown into a furnace, with the roof collapsing and the walls melting, and countless imprisoned souls screaming for release in the fire!
"A death throes!" Zhang Yun laughed wildly, golden flames blazing in his eyes. "Today I will burn this rotting corpse of yours to ashes, and see how you can continue your evil deeds!!!"
Even with the candlelight burning brighter, the entire space was transformed into a daytime inferno, where even darkness itself was burned away!
As the last piece of bronze hull twisted and melted in the candlelight, the entire colossal ship, like a skeleton stripped of its decaying flesh, finally revealed its deepest, darkest core chamber—
It was a cage made of bronze flesh and blood, with countless dark red veins extending from the cabin walls and wrapping around a gaunt figure in black robes in the center.
The blood vessels writhed like living things, each contraction producing a viscous "gurgling" sound, firmly imprisoning the man in black in place.