Chapter 1038 Stewing in a Big Pot

In this noisy night, there were countless shouts, shouts, noisy screams and uniform hymns.

At this moment, there is a new rhythm again.

The tide is surging.

It was like a huge ocean wave was sweeping towards us, setting off a hurricane. Everyone was momentarily stagnant. They lowered their heads in shock and saw the surging torrent.

The deep moat started to surge violently at this moment.

It's like boiling.

No, this is... boiling!

Countless dead fish and aquatic species began to appear on the surface of the river as the water temperature rose dramatically. The fishy smell mixed with the increasingly hot water mist and rose.

It's like an invisible ghost is grinning.

From the temperature exerted by the casting furnace, enough heat to incinerate steel is now diffused in the river water. Huai Shi's right arm was metalized in an instant and burned red. The terrifying heat even started to emit black smoke from the chariot under his feet.

In the ruins, the source material crystals were rapidly decreasing, turned into firewood, and thrown into the furnace, causing the terrifying temperature to rise endlessly.

Until the torrent in the river boiled.

In just a few minutes, amidst the ear-piercing screams, the boiling river began to surge toward the city.

Like a wriggling giant stretching out his hands and clinging to the towering city wall, the invisible boiling water rose up, approaching those desperate faces bit by bit, inch by inch.

Until he was swallowed up by the sudden rising torrent of boiling water under the spears of the supervising team!

Screams came and went.

Under Afang's order, countless boiling river water defied gravity, spread over the city wall, and flowed towards the interior of the walled city.

There was no telling how many poisons and curses were contained in the pitch-black water, which was so ecstatic that it corroded the bones. The moment it was covered, all living creatures melted away in a hissing sound.

On the bastions on both sides, dozens of miserable white rays suddenly fell down, trying to freeze the boiling water, but the angered river water spread quickly amidst the sound of the tide, and engulfed the bastion first.

Looking at the past from a distance, it is like a strange scene in two crystal balls.

The gray-black color spread rapidly, eroding the secret ceremony and dissolving all souls within reach.

In the end, under Afang's constant moving, the moat formed by the deep valley was evacuated, and all of it was poured into the settlement along the river in the air.

Raging and raging.

An invisible force descended from the sky, stirring the boiling water, causing it to surge endlessly. After swallowing an inch of space, a terrifying vortex was formed.

Whirlpool.

Under the torment of malice and disaster, the closed Baiyan settlement has now turned into a scorching cauldron, and something even more weird and terrifying is brewing in the dark torrent.

In the dead silence, only the sound of enthusiastic carols remained.

"So what exactly..."

The elder who witnessed this strange situation subconsciously held the reins and asked in disbelief: "What on earth is that?"

"Ah, this."

Huai Shi held the red Afang in her hands and thought for a moment: "I met an old man before. Although he was not a very good character, he was good at cooking, so I secretly learned his skills."

What kind of answer is this?

What does this have to do with cooking!

Can this kind of thing be learned secretly?

The elder's mind was in chaos. Looking at the city shrouded in boiling water, he only felt a deep coldness.

"Studying secretly is just learning secretly, but you still don't have the skills you need."

Huai Shi sighed regretfully: "At best, it will only cause a little disturbance."

If Guo Shouche were here and saw this pot of half-baked cabbage, he might be amused and laugh out loud.

How can this be considered an exquisite cooking demon cuisine?

It's just a random stew in a big pot with a certain appearance.

We can feed people through quantity, but we still have a long way to go before we can truly reach the realm of gourmet food!

But, even just causing a disturbance is enough.

Otherwise, how could those heavyweight characters huddled in the walled city be willing to appear on the scene so easily?

At this moment, along with the roar of boiling water, an angry roar erupted from Baiyan Village. It even suppressed the sound of tides and torrents.

The sharp sound echoed under the night, causing pain in the eardrums.

In the city, the surging torrent gradually stopped, and a huge shadow slowly rose, as if it was about to overflow from the cauldron.

Accompanied by bursts of weird stench, countless kobolds foamed at the mouth and fell into coma.

Under the protection and support of the huge mystery, the huge silhouette rose into the sky.

It was the three-eyed mud monster that once participated in the meeting in the Dead Skull settlement.

At this moment, once all the bodies were unfolded, the countless silt-like substances gathered into a ferocious and huge head, like a building, constantly squirming.

Dripping thick slurry.

In the mud, terrifying giant eyes kept emerging, looking coldly at the enemy.

Roaring in anger.

Countless foul-smelling sludge fell from its body and quickly condensed in mid-air, forming a sharp outline and falling outside the city like heavy rain.

Afang turned around, and the thick steam quickly condensed into layers of water curtains, putting up a guard. But then, the giant head of sticky silt roared and swooped towards them.

"These days...can you become a sperm in the toilet?"

Huai Shi sighed softly, supporting Afang with one hand, unmoved.

And just above another steel chariot, an old felt blanket has been spread out, and the patterns on it have long been blurred with the passage of time.

Just above, on layers of black velvet cloth, were placed one after another the parts of the shotgun, which were quickly assembled in a pair of calloused palms.

Next to Foster.

The wheel chief was sitting cross-legged on the felt cloth, holding a slender brass bullet in his hand, and a small peeling hook knife in his other hand, correcting the engraved lines on it.

"Name?"

Foster suddenly asked, "What's the name of the wearer?"

"Name?" The snake man priest beside him was full of confusion.

"Yes, name, tell me, what is its name." Foster said, "It doesn't matter if it's a code name, it's okay to call it a contemptuous name or a title. In short, it's just a title."

"Five...five eyes!"

Under the huge shadow, the priest racked his brains to search, and finally found a name from the corner of his memory: "It calls itself Five Eyes!"

"Okay, five eyes."

The sharp hook knife moved quickly. After casually writing two words on the bullet, the hook knife spun around and disappeared from Foster's hand.

And the brass bullet has been loaded into the gun chamber.

Aiming at the sky casually.

Pull the trigger.

"goodbye!"

Immediately afterwards, a piercing whistle erupted from the barrel of the gun, and a dazzling golden light spread its wings and galloped out at a speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye.

From the air, it drew a strange arc and then disappeared into its face.

After penetrating the endless mud, it came out from the back of the head, but then, it suddenly made a weird turn and turned in the opposite direction again!

In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with intricate ballistic trajectories.

Countless long distances are entangled in one place, as if they have become a mess.

Then, the sky-wide trajectory suddenly converged inward.

Immediately afterwards, there were tragic screams from the mud. Dozens of huge eyeballs exploded in an instant.

In the loud noise of the collapse, the huge head was shattered layer by layer and scattered everywhere!

Just a snap of the fingers.

Only a broken outline flew out in horror, unable to believe what he was seeing.

fear.

"He didn't die? No, he died four times..."

Foster had put down his gun and sighed with emotion: "There is still one left?"

On his right arm, layers of runes flashed for a moment, forming a solemn and mysterious matrix.

Such exaggerated lethality does not come from the blessing of a shotgun, nor is it a terrible bullet, but an ordinary deer hunting bullet.

This tragic ending was already doomed the moment the trigger was pulled!

In the path of inheriting the marrow of divinity, there are two major branches - the end of one is Chronos, who has unified the changes of time and mastered the shadows of the past and warnings of the future; Gaia, the earth mother who gave birth to everything, raised everything and then buried everything.

It's a pity that Foster has neither the wisdom to control everything nor the compassion to tolerate everything.

But at the beginning, everyone didn’t always use what they wanted, so what was more convenient for them to use?

If he had known that he could achieve level 4 in this life, who wouldn't have carefully chosen the most suitable ending point.

Foster has long looked away from this.

Level 4 is pretty good too.

If you can hunt at the fifth level, you can also hunt at the fourth level. If you can surf the waves at the fifth level, you can still do it at the fourth level. There is no difference between days. Besides, his usual job is to burn boilers on submarines, so why bother with so much?

In the road to the marrow, no matter where it ends, there is actually no difference in the fourth level - they are all demigod Titans with the characteristics of both gods and hell!

This is not even limited to the twelve Titans in the past, but based on the offerings and soul compatibility offered by the advanced ones, the blood and blessings of the three Titans are obtained.

Among them, the unbeatable one is the Titan hidden in the unknown, the legendary ancestor of mankind, Iapetus. What he gave was resistance to hell and the terrifying vitality that could survive even in the desperate situation of hell.

Apart from that, this is the part that Foster is most ashamed to talk about - because the remaining two Titans who blessed him are both women...

Among them, one is Mnemosyne, who was born in memory and history, and the other is Phoebe, the goddess in charge of radiance and revelation.

Thus, memory and history, the miracle of brilliance and revelation, rest in Foster's hands.

This is indeed an irreplaceable and excellent help for abyss archeology and hell development, but it does not have direct damage.

This situation lasted until the moment when Foster finally combined the power of the two and touched his 'destiny' after countless attempts in the Grand Master's experiment.

At best, it's just marginal.

But amid the endless variables and terrifying pressure, at the moment when Foster was on the verge of collapse, what was left behind was an understanding engraved deep in his soul.

It cannot be studied deeply, cannot be described, and at the same time it cannot be spied upon.

It was a miracle that could not be solidified with the stigmata. If it were to be described, it would be the 'remaining shadow of destruction' and the 'road to the end'.

Just like the legendary three goddesses of fate cut the thread of the dead.

This is a gut feeling.

How to lead the enemy to destruction.

It has nothing to do with the evil curse. Even Foster himself cannot believe the conclusion of the Grand Master - this is a prophecy that belongs to him alone.

Predict the enemy's death and make the prophecy come true.

It looks like a targeted shot, but the fate of the enemy has been shrouded in the haze of death as early as the name was engraved on the bullet.

Pulling the trigger is the step of activation, and the bullet is just the medium - responsible for transporting death in the future to the present.

The final result is death.

When targeting humans, the lethality of this blow is terrifying, making it impossible to hide or escape.

But if the opponent is not human, many times, this kind of speechless situation will occur...

Dead, but not quite dead.

More than half died, but there was still a part alive.

"This is a bit embarrassing."

Foster scratched his cheek, a little groggy.

I don’t know whether it’s due to abnormal performance or bad luck – this crown-wearer named Five Eyes is itself a weird monster formed by the fusion of five hell creatures through a secret ritual!

At this moment, when the five eyes were frightened by this blow and fled in terror, countless bones and rotten internal organs fell out of the massive amounts of mud that continued to fall from the sky...

He didn't even care about his own nest.

Running for his life.

Foster sighed and took out another bullet from his pocket. This time he didn't engrave a name on it - how could someone die a second time if he had already died once?

Before he could finish loading, a shrill scream came from the end of the sky.

In mid-air, the body of Wuyan, who was escaping rapidly, trembled violently, suddenly dented, and a big hole exploded. Then, another one.

It was as if something invisible and powerful suddenly crushed his body.

The shapeless mass of mud kept whining and collapsing.

Disintegrated quickly.

But no matter how he ran away and struggled, he couldn't get rid of the thin thread wrapped around his body - the thread formed by the condensation of water vapor, which had already penetrated deeply into his body.

But the other end was wrapped around Afang.

Hell is so big that it already has no way to escape.

Every time Huaishi's fingers tapped on Afang's handle, a terrifying mass impact from the Stone Essence Pavilion would burst out in its body!

Once, twice, three times!

The thunder was dull, like winter thunder.

What fell next was not rain, but endless silt and pollution.

The remaining body of the five eyes collapsed completely, and could no longer maintain the huge body, forming a foul-smelling rainstorm.

Among the countless corpses, there was only one deformed body with ten arms, which was pulled by the flying bird and thrown back to the Hundred Eyes Settlement at will.

From then on, there was no movement.

Only the fire of the furnace burned the clouds red.

The sound of the tide echoed.

Recreate hell from the cauldron...

When casting started again, everything came to an end with a dull boiling sound.

"about there."

For a long time, when Huai Shi let go of Afang's grip, there was no sound from the Baiyan Village.

There was dead silence, no one spoke.

Only the sounds of peeling and collapsing were heard.

The elder looked blankly at the city that had returned to darkness.

it's over.

The city defense that was originally expected to be opened internally and externally only after large-scale siege equipment and gray-scale assassins were dispatched at the same time, and huge casualties were incurred, was now gone.

It seems as if millions of years have passed in an instant, and the ravages of time have brought about rapid collapse and weathering.

The huge gate suddenly broke and fell to the ground, rusting into dust.

In the settlement behind the gate, only streams of wastewater flowed out, winding across the land and returning to the moat.

When a flaming arrow pierced the darkness and fell into the settlement, the majestic outline of the silent behemoth emerged, reflecting the cold light.

That's a mountain.

A mountain of steel forged by the Crowned One and countless hordes of aberrations!

Countless metal ingots are stacked on top of each other.

Either dark or bright, with different specifications and materials. But when they gather together, the aura they exude makes all living creatures feel the trembling in their souls.

It's hard to breathe.

"Now, you can go in."

Huai Shi looked back and told the prostrate believer: "Move quickly, I'm in a hurry."

I have to eat just in time for my birthday today, so the number of words is a little short, sorry.