Apocalypse Forecast

Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

The boundary marker can actually shatter? Is it that there’s no signal here and it can’t connect to the base station? No way, the Hearthstone game has just finished, and you’re telling me you disconnected?

But it shouldn’t be like that.

As a precious relic, an item like the boundary marker should ensure safety. Even if it fails to work, it shouldn’t shatter; otherwise, the chaotic mystic ritual would lead to unpredictable consequences.

So where are those unpredictable consequences?

Even if there are no unpredictable consequences, there should at least be a leak of source substance. When a fixed miracle loses its restraints, it results in nineteen common dissipation phenomena.

Huai Shi saw none of them.

It was like after sending a carrier pigeon, the contents inside flapped their wings and flew away too.

Or, it can only mean one thing...

From the beginning, this item was broken!

In an instant, Huai Shi realized.

This shady Old Turtle Garandor probably never intended for him to return from the start!

But why? For what? What benefit would his death bring Garandor? If he was so unwelcome, why not just...

As he thought this, Huai Shi’s mind suddenly hit a block.

A vague suspicion surfaced in his mind.

Could it be that from the beginning... those meteor showers and attacks were Garandor’s handiwork?

Since he could sense the position of his beacon from such a distance and provide rescue, why couldn’t he also unleash the meteor shower’s attack through it? Moreover, he didn’t even rescue...

The collapse of trust takes but a moment; moreover, this thing never existed from the start!

Now, watching as Huai Shi’s boundary marker shattered and entrapped Rachelle revealed a mocking smile, gloating, even ignoring his own predicament.

Or rather... he had anticipated this situation all along!

The high-pitched screech erupted once more.

"Give it back... to me!!!"

The writhing monstrosity roared, and the long nail formed by the curse of the God of Healing suddenly snapped, releasing the spirit of nativity, which pounced at Rachelle.

But Rachelle had one leg ensnared by the dark sludge, unable to break free...

At the moment of crisis, he finally made a painful decision.

He suddenly grabbed something from the potion box and hurled it out: "Here, take it back!"

It was a bronze amulet in the shape of an eye, which he had secretly taken from a survivor when inspecting—a border relic called the Blood Oath Blue Eyes.

It required three sublimators to make an oath, offering half of their soul and source substance, to protect the wearer’s safety. On the day the blood oath was forged, the sublimators had not much time left. Finally, as all the soul and source substance poured into it, the blue eyes would open.

The wearer would gain all the sacrificed lifetime and source substance, whether to prolong life, elevate the soul, or cure the soul’s curse and pollution.

The precious part wasn’t the forging method, but the three sublimators who willingly offered everything from the bottom of their hearts.

Because of this, Rachelle couldn’t resist acting ahead and stole it. Since all was hopeless, rather than wait to die and divide, it was better to grab a handful first...

The alchemist of the Stone Pot Society saw everything yet didn’t point it out, nor did he offer help when Rachelle was neck-deep in mud.

This was his own doing!

Now, at the moment Rachelle abandoned the Blood Oath Blue Eyes, the insane spirit of nativity lunged straight at the treasure in the air. After drawing a subtle arc in the air, the amulet flew straight toward Huai Shi!

Diversion of disaster!

Ignoring Huai Shi’s reaction, the Blood Oath Blue Eyes activated by Rachelle instantly bound itself to him.

In haste, Huai Shi didn’t have time to curse, only felt a gust of fishy wind pounding upon him.

The spirit of nativity had already set its malevolence upon Huai Shi.

No time to vent his anger, Huai Shi only had time to raise Resentment Water, slashing forward, immediately followed by a whirlwind.

Instantly entering the overload state, immense power transmitted forward through Resentment Water, Extreme Intent · Symphony erupted!

On the spirit of nativity’s face, the darkness quivered violently, countless fetid liquids flew in all directions like a downpour.

As if it had eaten a bomb, the entire head instantly fragmented, revealing bizarre bones after mutation, but quickly regenerated.

And Huai Shi, leveraging the force, flew backward like a cannonball, darting toward the Kingdom’s Gate’s exit behind him.

With energy to spare, he waved goodbye to the spirit of nativity.

Bamboozled, little brother, this is my escape roufi...

Bang!

His vision suddenly went dark, feeling his back slam against a stone. The once-illusory door was unknowingly sealed shut.

After crashing through a layer of stone, he found himself plunging into another silent hall.

Even the spatial positions had become disordered.

And the spirit of nativity was charging at him again against all odds.

Vaguely, he could hear Rachelle’s cold laughter.

"You deserve it..."

The barely-escaped pharmacist coldly watched the crack in the wall, laughed mockingly, and forcefully pulled his leg from the sludge, immediately activating his boundary marker.

This overreaching impersonator alchemist from the Helios Workshop was a discarded pawn from the start...

Now, the warm glow finally lit up.

He was about to leave this damned place.

The intact boundary marker manifested a miracle, light and shadow rising, enveloping him, sprinting toward the Child of Leviathan miles away.

And before then, it seemed like he saw something squatting before him.

Tilted its head, curiously contemplating him.

The small, exquisite husky lifted its head, eyes the color of ice-blue regarding him with amusement. Its mouth curled slowly, as if smiling, revealing two rows of innocuous little sharp teeth.

Where did this dog come from!

Rachelle instinctively wanted to kick it away, but then he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

In the darkness, that cute and obedient puppy began to rapidly expand, expand, and expand again, countless scales sprouting under its fur, its features becoming rugged.

The mouth, spewing a sulfurous stench, opened wide, aimed at his body, then snapped shut suddenly.

Crack.

A tragic scream burst forth from the disappearing light and shadow.

The half of his body from the chest down had vanished into the mouth of the Behemoth’s infant form, along with all of his potions and supplies, even his Border Relic.

With the grinding and chewing of teeth, everything was sent into its bottomless stomach.

Thus, inhaling the Hell sediment in the air deeply, the Behemoth licked its sharp claws, its barbed tongue and metallic claws rubbing together, sparking.

It turned back to look at the darkness beyond the wall crack.

From there came a tragic scream.

Not Huai Shi.

It was the Spirit of Nativity...

.

A loud noise, then another loud noise.

The enormous creature was sent flying backwards, crashing onto the ceiling, its sticky body spreading and writhing vigorously, impossible to pry off.

And there, on the ground, Huai Shi supported himself on Resentment Water with one hand, lifted the other to remove his helmet, tossed it aside, and wiped the sweat off his face.

Breathing the air, which wasn’t very fresh.

When he lifted his head, he scowled at the mass of writhing limbs and the countless glaring eye-spots on the ceiling above.

"What’s wrong? Got a heat stroke? You look really shocked..."

Huai Shi scratched his head, curiously asking, "You didn’t think I couldn’t even beat you, did you? Surely not, surely not?"

In his hand, Resentment Water buzzed, emitting a streak of lightning.

Making the Spirit of Nativity’s writhing faster, filled with fear.

It remembered, at the moment it charged in, that human suddenly appeared in front of it. With a swing of that stick, it broke its charge with immense force, followed by another swing that sent it crashing up to the ceiling, its cursed blood almost becoming uncontrollable.

Even as a newly born monster, as a solitary Hell Swarm, an innate Clothed one, it possessed innate intuition and sensing miracles and disasters.

Numerous multi-faceted eyes firmly stared at Huai Shi below, seeing the fierce light emanating from his shell.

This prey was different from before.

Huai Shi smiled, awakening the Stigmata dormant in the relic, azure sea-colored radiance glowing in his eyes.

No more pretenses, showdown time, I am King Xiang!

At that moment, accompanied by the hissing electric sound in Huai Shi’s hand, a boiling sound emerged from Huai Shi’s satchel, it was the water tank humming.

A vast crimson surged within, pushing the tank lid open, transforming into thousands of threads, flowing out, winding around Huai Shi’s body.

It was all blood.

His blood.

The survival pack of the insightful one includes approximately two cubic spaces, aside from necessary small oxygen equipment and compressed food, over one and a half cubic meters of space contains a special water tank.

For Huai Shi’s convenient use at any time.

Now, relying on his superhuman constitution’s freshly produced blood after the whole night surged again, frantically absorbing the surrounding Abyss sediment, then emitted bizarre and splendid glow, illuminating his face.

Blood is also a type of liquid.

As long as it is liquid, it falls within the control range of the Stigmata Relic · Resentment Water.

Originally, Weak Water was more suitable, but refining such alchemy material is extremely cumbersome, too hurried to prepare when going out.

But a Sublimator’s own blood is not a bit inferior.

Especially after Huai Shi’s physique was affected by the Eternal Beast... the originally Mountain Ghost-level illegal vitality enhanced shockingly.

Manifested in blood, it is an incorruptible Source Substance conductor, a breeding ground for poison and plague. Now, just a drop is enough to send thousands into the crematorium!

At this moment, under the safeguarding of wandering living water, Huai Shi, having accumulated energy for a long time, lifted his eyes, lightning bolting out from Resentment Water.

Not even waiting for the Spirit of Nativity to react, counterattack upwards!

Extreme Intent’s roaring outburst.

Blinding electric light illuminated countless pairs of scarlet eyes, followed by burnt decomposition of air, the tyrannical will dormant in the Stigmata was awakened.

Thus, ten thousand streams of blood accompanied Huai Shi soaring, emerged with sharp iron light, colliding in mid-air, intensifying, forming a vortex of blades.

Sweeping across with Resentment Water, plowing through its body!

High-pitched screeching eruption.

The Spirit of Nativity’s counterattack was instantly crushed, then endless black cursed blood from cracks across its face gushed out.

However, this time, the vile cursed blood when falling couldn’t return to the body again, they were already infiltrated by Huai Shi’s living blood, threads of assimilation, manifesting countless splendid spots.

Becoming a source of nourishment.

Accompanied by a collapsing crash, the enormous body of the Spirit of Nativity fell from the ceiling.

In mid-air, countless sharp limbs lifted, chaotically stabbing towards Huai Shi, yet the offensive like a storm in front of Huai Shi was easily swept away one by one with Resentment Water.

As Huai Shi advanced, massive torrents of blood gathered on Resentment Water, spinning madly, transforming into a roaring chainsaw,

The roles were reversed, friend!

"Now, tell me..."

He gazed at those fearfully spasming eyes, softly asked: "Who is the prey?"