Chapter 4532: Blackest Night (67)

The Blood Tide controlled by Nekron had grown very bizarre. It wasn't quite a monster, more like a blood-red wind. Because so many human tissues had turned into hexagonal fibers, the whole monster wasn't driven by physical force, and when it floated near the ground, it was like a tsunami sweeping through the city.

But there were masters after this. The monster that suddenly appeared in Wei En's field of vision wasn't much like a monster either. To be precise, it broke through humanity's current cognition of monsters, because it was a "monster man".

Maybe some people have heard of molecular cuisine. Simply put, it's breaking a food into pieces and then reassembling it into a new food with a similar appearance to before. For example, crushing strawberries, adding various seasonings, and then putting them into strawberry-shaped molds to freeze into a new strawberry ice cream. Humans seem to love doing this kind of thing, and this was obviously influenced by God.

In the millions of years of Earth's life evolution, God doesn't know how many jokes he has made. His black humor is embodied in every scale of a dragon and every claw of a beast. And now, God has also used humans for a molecular cuisine.

That monster crawling out of the lake was composed of countless broken human structures, and it surprisingly had limbs, and a head composed of countless incomplete human faces. It seemed that in order to prove once again that such a form was not a coincidence, they deliberately left two holes in the head, pretending to be eyes.

The monster's entire body was composed of human corpse parts. When they were incorporated into it, their states of decay were all different. Some were still relatively intact, some had already begun to rot, and others had rotted down to nothing but bone. So many things combined together actually achieved a startling harmony. The bones provided support, the more severely rotted parts served as fat, and those not as badly decayed were attached to the outer layer as defense. The circulation of the entire organism looked full of vitality.

The appearance of this monster made everyone on the scene stunned, including Nekron—especially Nekron.

You know, Nekron is in charge of death. But humans are special, and he, like other mystical existences, pays more attention to humans. He has seen countless deaths, and considers himself not to be surprised by any kind of death.

It's just that when seeing this monster, he suddenly realized that his sanity value also had an upper limit. More importantly, he deeply realized that the upper limit of human evil is unimaginable. Even a mystical existence like him is far from reaching it.

His ultimate goal is to bring the universe back to the dead silence of no life. And the ultimate goal of humans is to equally torture every life in the universe, including themselves.

He didn't quite understand what the purpose of humans sending this monster to him was. Compared to sacrifice, it was more like a demonstration. It was as if he was being shown what humans could do.

It must be admitted that such warnings and deterrents are effective. The moment he saw this monster, Nekron also had an urge to turn around and run. He controls death and spreads evil, but regarding madness, no race in the universe can ever defeat humans. They are born from order, but use every brain cell and neuron to challenge the limits of disorder and chaos.

And unlike Nekron who began to feel fear, another group of people became excited. Those lunatics who had been paying attention to the Blood Tide were excited by this suddenly appearing monster.

If the Blood Tide had a kind of weird beauty never seen before, it could be considered a certain kind of death beauty that took a different path, then this "monster man" that appeared immediately after was the most mainstream aesthetic "murder art". The shape, state, and spiritual core could be called perfect, and that fatal black humor was the finishing touch.

What do humans become after death? Of course, corpses. An indisputable scientific explanation, without any imagination and philosophy. And the creator made a silent protest against this. Look, those rigid heads without artistic brains, this is the "corpse" you want. Precisely because of its science, it appears so absurd. Just like Don Quixote, living in a body no different from ordinary people is a soul with whimsical ideas. Mediocre people who cannot understand him only see the appearance.

And everyone—at least those lunatics who consider themselves geniuses—likes to do is to be in the same boat as absurdity, reading out countless philosophy and artistry from it. And such an absurd body is simply the perfect material for them to show inspiration and deconstruction ability. Ordinary people think they are Quasimodo, but in reality, they regard themselves as Esmeralda who gazes at the Hunchback of Notre Dame and longs to be gazed at by him.

"Who did this?!" Gordon roared. Because he desperately discovered that if the monster in the lake was here, then where did that red monster come from? Sure enough, the problem of illegal discharge will never be stopped, only transferred. He didn't let Wei En dump corpses into the lake, so he dumped them into the sea, right?! That would be better not to stop it, so that it would only make the monster behind bigger, instead of staging a King Kong vs. Godzilla like now.

"Who did this??" And everyone else was asking. Fanatically probing each other, whispering, wanting to know who created such a great work of art, and after getting that familiar name, everyone sighed.

They thought the era of Rodriguez was finally over, but they didn't expect that his heyday had just begun. Being able to make such a work under Brainiac's nose, he was indeed the greatest artist in the world.

"That guy doesn't seem to be working," Harley stretched her neck and looked over there, "Why do I feel like he's going to run away?"

"Run away? How could he run away?" Jason was a bit disbelieving, "These mystical existences shouldn't be afraid of this kind of thing, right?"

"Hard to say," Harley evaluated, "I can only tentatively assume that he doesn't have the aesthetic cells to appreciate such art. Essentially, it's no different from those vulgar people."

"Not quite," Jason said, "Blood Tide can also be considered a quite perfect work. If there was no professor who suddenly appeared..."

"It wasn't him who suddenly appeared," Harley interrupted, "It was the two of us who brought that thing over."

"Alright. If it weren't for the two of us making it suddenly appear, Blood Tide would look pretty good, right? How could such an existence not have aesthetics?"

Harley frowned, realizing that things were not that simple. She said: "The existence currently controlling the Blood Tide doesn't seem to be its creator... Damn it, we were all deceived by him, he is a hateful thief!"

Jason touched his chin and said: "This is interesting. Who stole the Blood Tide? Why did he do this? Is it just to show off in front of us?"

"Compared to this, I'm more concerned about who that person is," Harley pointed to Superbody flying behind. Actually, Superbody shouldn't have been seen by them, but that suddenly appearing lake monster forced Superbody out.

That figure emitting gentle white light just stood there in a daze, seemingly unable to believe what she saw. This is where Brainiac's advancement is reflected. Lack of empathy is a natural shield, and the extreme order program group helps him filter cognitive pollution. Superbody obviously didn't have these, so she faced what might be the greatest work of art so far, and then was frozen in place due to her sanity value hitting zero.

Wei En was very speechless, he really wanted to ask Superbody, what are you standing there for? Didn't we agree to chase Nekron?

Wei En's plan was actually very simple. He knew that Nekron's exploration of the Great Old Ones wouldn't go smoothly, which could be seen from his constant summoning of living corpses to extract power, which cost him a lot of energy.

Then as long as his power source is cut off, he will inevitably react. The sunk cost spent on Outer Gods and Great Old Ones makes it impossible for him to give up exploration easily. And as long as all the takeaways he called are intercepted, he will inevitably run out.

Letting him run out is just the first step, the key is, to take the initiative to clear the death power in those living corpses. Not completely expelling it like Superbody, but like the corpses on the beach, draining the power, but retaining the resurrection state. Because only in this way is there a possibility of true resurrection.

Driving Nekron out of this universe is not difficult, the hardest part is actually how to protect the living corpses he transformed. They were all living people before, and some were even deliberately killed and resurrected by Nekron to plant people in key areas. Whether it is Wei En or Brainiac, they cannot easily give up this group of people.

Therefore, letting Nekron run out to chase his takeaway is crucial. By constantly applying pressure to him, making him constantly extract the power of living corpses, he can clear the death power buried in the living corpses to a certain extent, laying the foundation for subsequent resurrection.

The method of applying pressure is naturally Superbody, and the power of life possessed by Superbody restrains the power of death. As long as she chases Nekron and beats him, sooner or later he will eat up the global takeaways. Although it may not be possible to save them all, saving most of them is considered not bad.

But still the same sentence, everything that happens in Cat Getan cannot go according to the script. No matter how perfect the plan is, Cat Getan people will handle it into a pile of dog shit.

Wei En thought a bit gritting his teeth, don't let him know who it was that moved that thing in the lake in front of his house to here. Of course, this matter is also to blame for Superbody. Just take a look, no need to stand there and appreciate it for so long, right?

Actually, Superbody wasn't appreciating it at all, she was scared to the point of brain lag. Say it again, not everyone is a Gothamite, who can turn a blind eye to this kind of thing. Abilities are secondary, the appearance and the spirit transmitted are the real killers.

And the good news is that where there is a crouching dragon, there must be a phoenix chick. Superbody's sanity value hit zero, and Nekron didn't have much left either. After a short thought, he had to admit a very sad fact for him: he chose the wrong universe again.

But it doesn't matter. Although he invested a lot of power in this universe, the loss is still acceptable. Compared to fighting against this group of completely unpredictable lunatics, it's better to find another soft persimmon to pinch.

Almost instantly, the Blood Tide began to descend. This meant that the source of power controlling this weird phenomenon was preparing to leave.

Wei En's face sank, if he really let him run away like this, then this plan could be considered a complete failure. Seeing that Superbody couldn't be counted on, Wei En could only start his backup plan. ===== CHAPTER 4533 =====