Clown Game-Chapter 93 - 81 Dark Realm 9
Chapter 93: Chapter 81 Dark Realm 9
Chapter 93 -81 Dark Realm 9
A torrent of fresh blood and mangled flesh.
One after another, overturning soil and surmounting steel, surged into the porch.
As everyone recovered from the shock of the explosion, Wang Billy’s body lay shattered nearby, emitting a burnt scent, and large chunks of tissue began to curl up, twisting into a lump of flesh with several tentacles desperately crawling in one direction.
In this blood mist that filled the sky
a figure wobbled to its feet.
Chen Xiao.
He opened his eyes
swept over everything around him
feeling the vibrations beneath his feet
the falling dust above his head.
Afterward
…
…
“Run!!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, having already dashed a considerable distance in that time.
No messing around, of course, they’d run, he wasn’t insane, just not stupid. Watching the rickety factory on the verge of collapse, it was a guaranteed live burial to show off now.
The others didn’t think twice, they bolted for the factory exit because it was clear to everyone that the place was about to come down.
Bai Xiong quickly caught up with Chen Xiao’s pace.
“What’s happening?” he asked.
“Something’s coming out!”
Chen Xiao yelled haphazardly, glancing at Bai Xiong, “Hey… why do you look so calm and composed even when escaping? Can’t you look like you’re actually running for your life?”
Bai Xiong ignored him, running expressionlessly while pondering Chen Xiao’s words, then noticing chunks of flesh with tentacles crawling swiftly past him.
“These pieces of flesh are all heading in one direction!” he said.
Chen Xiao didn’t respond, dodging falling stones with rolls and crawls, frowning as though he had realized a very bad possibility.
Of course, there was nothing to do now but run, and right on the corridor they had just left, the ground started to crack, as countless tentacles violently burst forth, writhing like mad and slapping at anything within reach.
Finally, Chen Xiao’s team ran out of the factory.
The open space in front was unrecognizable, as if it had been churned by numerous giant loaches, with pocked black and yellow soil emitting a rotten stench.
Then, amidst a roar lasting several seconds, the building behind them collapsed thunderously.
Dust filled the air.
In the meantime…
All the corpses in the space had gathered together, forming an immense lump of flesh atop the collapsed ruins.
Countless tentacles poked out of its surface, writhing and twisting without any pattern.
All the dark fog dissipated into the surrounding area, covering the entire “Abnormal Space,” mingling with the unreal light.
From the outside, this place looked like a black hole.
Mr. Zou was drenched in cold sweat. Although he didn’t know the specifics of this mission due to clearance issues, he wasn’t dumb, so he probably had figured it out by now.
“Dark Realm”
The word surfaced in his mind.
…
Within the “Abnormal Space,”
all the survivors saw the thing, panic-stricken, fear-struck, mouths agape, forgotten how to scream.
Bai Xiong also looked up, feeling the tremors on his shoulder.
Then he thought of a somewhat reluctant possibility.
That is… the “specific location” of this mission seemed to coincide exactly with the position covered by this meatball.
…
Suddenly, without warning, a spray of blood burst from the meatball.
This startled everyone, they looked towards the source of the explosion, only to see a person, raising their right hand high, with fingers extended. They wore a specialized radiation suit, the entire right forearm exposed outside.
Because it was a prosthetic limb.
At that moment, the mechanical limb was emitting blue smoke.
A compression cannon!
The power of this blast could rival that of a rocket, but in the face of the mountainous lump of flesh, it had little effect. The blown apart tissue fell to the ground and quickly squirmed back into the meat lump.
But this shot also successfully brought the bystanders back to their senses.
“Fire!!!”
Someone shouted, and immediately countless flashes of gunfire erupted over the meat lump. A plethora of unusual bullets poured down.
Flesh burst apart and recombined, and the tentacles grew longer amidst the splatter of repulsive rotting flesh, creating an impression of blotting out the sky.
But… as mentioned before, these attacks were futile.
Because the guns they had been issued weren’t meant to defeat these strange creatures in the first place.
…
“Dark Realm”
A door opened from another world.
No one knew what was on the other side, nor why this door had been opened.
Perhaps.
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But fortunately, someone knows how to close this door.
Logically, an “Abnormal Space” of this size should be easy to resolve, just by touching the “blood” from the test tube to the “Dark Realm entrance”. The thing on the other side would be satisfied. Although it was D-class personnel who carried out the task, there were a full 30 of them, and as long as they did not expose themselves, there would be no danger at all.
But no one expected that this time the “Dark Realm” would suddenly become more active than ever before. It was as if it had finally found what it had been searching for.
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People were still pulling triggers, the recoil numbing their bodies, feeling ridiculous, absurd, but none had the intention to stop because they didn’t know what else they could do.
Amidst the gunfire, the gigantic flesh egg suddenly contracted.
Something inside seemed to be turning.
In the center, a crack formed, and violent torrents of blood gushed out like a waterfall, mixed with chunks of flesh falling to the ground, scattering everywhere.
Immediately after, that crack slowly
…
opened up
…
…
…
an eye.
An incredibly huge eye.
Appeared amidst the mountainous expanse of flesh and blood.
The abyss-like torn pupil was as red as burning coal, tens of thousands of thin strands densely covered its surface, along with wildly dancing tentacles all around it.
It was as if the whole space had conjured up a whirling, formless force from nowhere.
Blowing bits of flesh and blood chaotically around.
All gunfire stopped,
And people saw it.
In an instant, all the accumulated unease and fear from childhood nightmares converged, surging a thousandfold, right there at the very source of all nightmares. Long, ghastly claws dripping with foul human blood, the faint sound of them scratching over skulls, filthy, sticky, wriggling maggots. Terrifying specters. Misshapen bodies contorted and bizarre, pairs of hollowed eyes like dark voids. Sounds that invaded the ears, low, sharp; cries, pleas for help.
The boundless, intrinsic fear buried deepest in their veins.
Like falling into an abyss beneath their feet, feeling as insignificant as a grain of sand in the vast sea of stars, with not a trace of peace or mercy.
Everyone fell to the ground, some in silence, others crying out, still others banging on the visors of their radiation suits.
And this, just from a single glance at “it”.
But at this moment,
He
was still standing…
still gazing at those eyes.
Then, that eyeball moved rapidly, and “it” saw that insignificant person.
Amid a scene akin to the apocalypse.
Gazing back at it.
Chen Xiao’s expression was twisted.
His mouth had already split into an exaggerated grin.
He could feel the endless horror emanating from that gaze, but… it seemed like the fear simply couldn’t penetrate his mind.
There was another force there.
“Hehehe…”
He began to laugh.
“Hahahahaha——————”
Excited, he pulled out the silver revolver. Without any apparent thought, he naturally raised it.
And pulled the trigger.
…
There wasn’t a loud noise from the gun. It didn’t need those superficial things.
The firing pin simply struck the cartridge.
…
Immediately after,
an unstoppable force emanated from his wrist.
Wrist, shoulder, body.
That force instantly tore the “radiation suit” to shreds.
Chen Xiao was flung backward, exposed to the storm of blood and flesh.
During this process
he was still grinning, excited, emitting that piercing, ear-splitting laughter.
…
Suddenly.
A whiff of tobacco smell.
…
