Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 93: King of the White Tower (15)
This...
Juchi paled in shock for a moment and subconsciously looked back.
The box holding the tentacles had opened at some point, and it was already completely empty inside.
You shoved it into Lu Ming's stomach?
Are you crazy?
What on earth are you trying to do!
However, before he could express his shock, a sharp pain hit his ribs. A tentacle had actually probed out from Lu Ming's stomach and drilled into his own wound.
As intense pain assaulted him, Juchi instinctively tried to push Lu Ming away, only to find he was already powerless to do so.
...
This should do it.
Fu Qian looked expressionlessly at the two people on the ground.
More and more faint blue tentacles pierced through the two of them, thoroughly intertwining them.
Their bodies rapidly deformed and rotted, disintegrating in the blink of an eye into an indistinguishable mass.
That peculiar smell grew increasingly pungent.
Fu Qian observed while calculating the time.
At this moment, his own body was covered in cuts and scorch marks, but none were considered severe injuries, and under the effects of Thug, they were rapidly healing and recovering.
About fifty seconds later, Fu Qian's figure blurred, and a tentacle slammed like a cannonball into the spot where he had just been standing.
"In a way... I really must thank you."
On the constantly squirming mass of flesh, Lu Ming's head opened its eyes and began speaking while panting heavily.
"Fusing with this is extremely dangerous, but the rewards are simply too generous. I've been hesitating, but today you made the decision for me."
"And fortunately, in our previous tests, I had already accumulated a considerable amount of experience and know some methods to handle this situation."
"In return... I've decided to let you experience... a hundred times the pain I'm feeling right now..."
"You talk too much nonsense!"
Before Lu Ming could finish, he was rudely interrupted by another voice.
Juchi's head appeared on the other side of the meat mass.
"Get rid of him quickly, we need to figure out a way to separate our bodies as soon as possible."
"I don't need you to rush me."
Lu Ming snorted. The next moment, a cluster of tentacles blasted out like over a dozen streaks of blue lightning.
Fu Qian dodged them by a hair's breadth, and a massive crater was forcefully smashed into the solid metal wall.
"Looks like you guys are getting along pretty well."
Fu Qian looked at the symmetrical pair of heads with a beaming smile.
"Why separate?"
As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and a Crimson Whip appeared out of thin air, lashing out at their shared body.
Boom!
Lu Ming, who had just wanted to speak, felt as if a grenade had been set off in his mind.
Various emotional thoughts flew wildly, and his rationality teetered on the brink of collapse.
"Something's wrong, kill him! Kill him now!"
Juchi's shriek echoed, and another cluster of tentacles lashed over.
Fu Qian dodged nimbly, and several more long whips lashed out.
Utilizing the effect of Tyrant's Fist, he rapidly destroyed their sanity.
"No!"
The Lu-Ju duo only felt the chaos in their minds intensify once more. They couldn't help but roar in unison. Countless tentacles of all sizes flailed in every direction, trying to grab Fu Qian.
However, this kind of blind attack posed absolutely no threat. Amidst this violent storm, Fu Qian strolled as if in a courtyard, dodging while continuously whipping them with the long whip.
Crash!
Shards flew everywhere as a box containing a giant compound eye was shattered, the contents tumbling onto the floor.
Under Fu Qian's deliberate guidance, the three of them had already retreated to the outer Material Vault.
Clatter, crash!
More boxes were smashed by the tentacles, sending years of the Laboratory's accumulated items flying in all directions.
Everything that fell out, as long as it touched the chaotic bodies of the Lu-Ju duo, rapidly integrated into them.
In the blink of an eye, the two men morphed into a fleshy sphere possessing hundreds or thousands of eyeballs, countless pairs of limbs of different shapes, and wings and tentacles flying in unison.
Roar!
The two completely succumbed to madness, beginning to blindly flail around entirely, leaving only beast-like roars echoing from their heads.
That's enough!
Seeing this, Fu Qian lingered no longer. He directly traced his path back, rushing out entirely unimpeded.
Mostly because the Lu-Ju duo had successfully formed a group, there was no longer any power within the Laboratory that could stop him; ordinary guards couldn't even track his speed with their eyes.
By now, alarms in the Laboratory were ringing out as one. The Lu-Ju duo had burst out of the ground and begun to wreak havoc on a massive scale, crazily destroying everything in their vicinity.
Countless guards and experimental personnel were fleeing from all directions.
He should be coming now, right?
Fu Qian hid to the side. With a brush of his palm, pieces of skin peeled off his body, the marks left by the tentacles vanished, and his scent completely dissipated.
Having finished all this, he concealed his aura to the maximum extent and watched the direction of the White Tower.
Half a minute later, an astonishing murderous intent leaked out from the White Tower, feeling as if a terrifying thunderstorm was galloping over.
Ibrahimovic could finally sit still no longer.
Lightning landed in front of the Laboratory, and Ibrahimovic, in his red hair and black robes, appeared, staring dead at the tentacles flailing in all directions ahead of him.
The commotion Lu Ming and the others caused was simply too massive, attracting the Demigod's attention almost instantly.
Now!
Fu Qian rushed towards the direction of the White Tower without hesitation.
Because of his previous performance, Ibrahimovic would definitely think that meat ball was him.
This could buy him a little bit of time.
It's enough!
"The finals that our audience has been anticipating are about to begin. Let us welcome the fighters to the stage!"
When Fu Qian hurried back to the preparation room, he just so happened to hear the host's excited voice.
The Priestess was still unconscious, but breathing evenly.
It was indeed time to take the stage.
Fu Qian took a breath and stepped into the snow-white spotlight.
However, amidst the crazed screams of the audience, he didn't walk towards the arena; instead, he leaped straight up from where he stood.
When he jumped to the highest point, his arms extended with a swish, embedding deeply into the wall. Borrowing a bit of leverage, he leaped upwards again, rushing straight towards Bai Jinting's seating area in the stands.
The alarms sounded almost immediately, followed by fierce winds and roaring flames attempting to block Fu Qian's approach.
As the King of the White Tower, Bai Jinting couldn't possibly only have Ibrahimovic by his side.
However, these attacks were hardly a threat compared to a Demigod.
Fu Qian's body flickered continuously, easily dodging barrage after barrage of obstacles. Finally, with a fierce leap, he landed on the spectator stand where Bai Jinting was located.
This was the very first time he had come into close contact with this target.
At this moment, an angry roar came from the distance, and he could feel a brutal bolt of lightning sprinting towards the White Tower.
As expected of a Demigod, he noticed it even faster than anticipated!
Bai Jinting, sitting in the stands, wasn't overly panicked; he simply watched Fu Qian with a dark expression.
"Why?"
Fu Qian didn't answer him, but directly stomped his foot down.
...
Amidst the splatter of blood and flesh, the scene before his eyes twisted.
Yet, no prompt indicating success or failure arrived.
"The finals that our audience has been anticipating are about to begin. Let us welcome the fighters to the stage!"
When his senses recovered, Fu Qian found himself back in the preparation room, with the host's excited voice echoing outside once again.
The only difference was that the Priestess, sprawled out nearby, was panting heavily in her deep sleep.
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