Eldritch Horror Theatre

Truly astonishing.

Fu Qian certainly knew Lisa was under immense pressure, and he even knew why—divinity.

Driven by his constant urging and enlightenment, Brother House Centipede had finally rewarded him with a surprise.

Devouring. Fusing. As that massive, hideous head took shape, a hint of the High-Tier Transcendent realm was actually permeating and condensing within it.

In theory, this was a sight that defied all understanding.

So far, aside from the cultivation path at the Sword Comprehension Institute, he had never heard of anything crossing the chasm to the Demigod Realm without the aid of a Divine Trait, manifesting it entirely out of thin air.

Of course, a covenant was another exception, but the thing before him hardly seemed to fall into that category.

Was it related to the authority over life and death? Last time, Brother A Wei had displayed a vitality that defied common sense.

Once bones and souls gathered to a certain scale, would divinity automatically incubate from within... or rather, return?

After all, according to the Imprint theory of transcendent traits mentioned earlier by Blazing Rainbow, their forms of existence sometimes didn’t seem bound by location.Regardless, it felt increasingly fitting for this ”Underworld.”

And according to the consensus he had reached with Cass earlier, if these things were all maggots breeding on a corpse, could this anomaly be a backup plan for resurrection left behind by the fallen one?

A backup plan that could achieve resurrection even when divinity no longer existed.

Worthy of a God-level entity. Indeed, learning has no bounds.

However, once he accepted this point, he had to face an even more shocking question—who turned Him into a corpse?

Or rather, who turned the Underworld into a corpse?

...

Could it also be something that happened during That Long Night? Was even the resting place of life destroyed beyond existence?

It seemed that possibility couldn’t be ruled out.

And if it were true—”The nights and Nightmares are both too long.”

For a moment, he could better understand why an entity as powerful as Blazing Rainbow would feel that way.

Of course, looking on the bright side, since Brother God of Death still had the strength to develop Covenanters, it meant He hadn’t completely fallen yet. There might be a chance to chat later and consult Him on what exactly happened to this ”Underworld.”

As for the one in front of him, it clearly had no interest in communicating, nor did it want to give him any more time to brainstorm.

”Watch out!”

At Professor Lisa’s urgent warning, the spot where Fu Qian had been standing was shattered by a massive bone claw.

During the brief moment he spent pondering, the entity’s form had grown much more defined. With its divinity condensing, its oppressive aura rapidly climbed to a peak, looking exactly like the return of a true ancient undead spirit.

And it didn’t hold back, launching a direct attack at the target who had just been running his mouth.

Of course, even without Professor Lisa’s warning, Fu Qian could never have been hit by such an attack.

As rubble flew through the air, he had already retreated quite a distance.

Professor Lisa was even more decisive. Having previously stated her intention to lie flat, she had already begun moving to a safe zone the moment the creature turned its gaze.

Given Fu Qian’s performance along the way, she clearly wasn’t too worried; her shout just now was merely out of a sense of duty.

As for now, she had retreated even further away.

Because the moment its strike missed, seemingly familiar fireballs began to drift from the creature’s body.

Compared to the ones spat out by the stone statues, these were more than twice as large, and their numbers reached the double digits.

”Should we retreat first? I’m afraid this thing will be very hard to kill.”

Staring warily at the drifting path of the fireballs, Lisa didn’t just play the role of a pure spectator, but proactively offered a suggestion.

”I believe every Academy would be interested in this special transformation.”

Her meaning was simple—go back and call for backup.

Even as it attacked, the creature continuously devoured its own kind in the surroundings.

Professor Fu might be strong, but if he couldn’t kill it instantly, it would be easy to fall into a war of attrition—

Unfortunately, just as her voice faded, Professor Fu’s figure advanced instead of retreating, casually swatting away the bone claw that struck at him again.

Leaping up without any hesitation, he delivered a punch straight into that giant body and was immediately engulfed by the exploding flames.

...

Is it really... protective Armor?

The target’s reaction speed was undoubtedly fast; the moment it was attacked, all the fireballs were hurled forward at once.

But as the flames rolled, Professor Lisa watched, dumbfounded.

It wasn’t just that he was unscathed; it was as if nothing had happened at all.

Under such an exaggerated attack, his clothes were completely torn to shreds, but the ”Armor” on his body only seemed to bear a few faint marks.

The other party didn’t fare nearly as well.

That unadorned, simple punch directly triggered a storm of white bone.

Countless fragments shot out in all directions, and even the formless, intangible spiritual body was torn open, leaving a massive hole.

With just a single strike, the terrifying creation was already shattered and deformed.

But just as they had worried earlier, as long as it wasn’t completely destroyed, it would continue to regenerate endlessly...

Just as Lisa hesitated over whether to help finish it off, her gaze pierced through the flames. She was horrified to find Professor Fu’s other arm reaching out in a familiar posture—wrapping around that deformed head much like he had embraced the pillar earlier.

Crack!

Even the sound effect was similar.

The next moment, that head was forcibly torn right off.

Although it didn’t look like it was over yet, a fatal injury for a human didn’t seem to mean much to this thing.

Since the head was the obvious core of its power, the moment Fu Qian held it in his hands, every single hole on it suddenly spewed out that bizarre flame.

As its massive mouth opened, a shrill, soul-tearing shriek suddenly echoed out.

Crunch!

Unfortunately for the creature, it only lasted half a second. Professor Lisa had just braced herself to resist the sound when she saw a fist punch straight through that massive mouth... followed by the seemingly indestructible skull.

Amid a continuous series of sharp cracks, the death throes of the divine entity swiftly came to an end. The nether flames and wailing both vanished.

”Will this do?”

When Professor Fu turned back around, he was holding a slightly curved plate of bone.

It was the most intact piece remaining from that massive head.

As he toyed with it, a special luster seemed to flow across its surface, looking like a faint nether flame burning.

”Or did you want to take a look at something else?”

Lisa didn’t respond for a moment, and Fu Qian didn’t force the issue, simply gesturing behind himself as he spoke.

”No need... this is already very good.”

Confirming that he truly intended to give this item to her as the material obtained from this search, Lisa didn’t bother with pointless pleasantries. She accepted it decisively, then cast a glance deep into the Mist.

After undergoing that escalating devastation, that massive body had finally calmed down completely, falling to pieces.