Chapter 791: Can't Get Up, It's Too Heavy

When the Bronze Book crashed down, Lord Nai Ge's entire heart trembled; attacks striking its body had never caused such panic, for the Bronze Book was its true form.

Yet the light instantly surged into the book pages, solidifying into a massive face composed of countless tiny faces.

Two spirits cautiously poked their heads out from the book's edge; seeing this face, they immediately perked up, and Red Star burst forth as a beam of red light—Red Star Flash.

Lord Nai Ge's true form manifested, blocking the Red Star Flash, and casually stomped that someone-someone underfoot again.

"Damn it, I didn't even know what that thing was; you almost ruined me. Hurry up and get out there to work," Lord Nai Ge said, angrily kicking both spirits out with a single foot.

The path of red light, spirits appearing, darting everywhere.

Inside the Bronze Book, Lord Nai Ge was the ruler; a single glance revealed what that massive face was.

"It is a chaotic consciousness, a disordered mass of consciousness as chaotic as a vengeful spirit," Lord Nai Ge stated.

"Such chaotic masses of consciousness are not uncommon; the difficulty lies in its ability to attack others—a very bizarre consciousness attack. Being hit easily drives one mad, just like patients with multiple personalities," Anthony said, frowning.

Because it acted upon consciousness, even a soul projection like Lord Nai Ge's could not be immune.

Unfortunately, facing Seeing Ange, whose methods were endless, no chaotic consciousness was of any use.

Everyone talked back and forth, analyzing the chaotic consciousness thoroughly, yet they ignored the main character.

"I say, are you sick? Your enemy is me!" A crowd shouted in unison with the same mouth shape, loud and clear.

"Oh, oh, oh, sorry, sorry, I forgot about you. How about it? Do you want to surrender?" Anthony turned around and asked with a look of apology.

"You are truly sick! I only failed an attack once; do you think I lost? Damn it! Witness the terror of flesh!" the lead fat butcher roared in anger.

As he roared, his skin gradually cracked open, revealing writhing muscles, pulsing blood vessels, and ivory-white bones beneath; then these tissues hardened at the fastest speed, nothing leaking out, but constantly growing larger.

The other creatures, expressionless, lunged at the fat man as if providing body materials, merging into his body.

Thus, the fat butcher rapidly grew into a grotesque and terrifying flesh giant, swinging massive arms to sweep at everyone.

Anthony finally lost patience: "Are you ever done? Just messing with these things; can't you show your true form? If I don't crush you, you won't give up, right?"

A multicolored light figure burst from the body, raising the Papal Scepter to smash the flesh giant's head, when a huge money bag was thrown over, crushing the flesh giant into a meat patty with a clang, leaving only a head exposed—the weight of money.

However, the remaining head did not care about the money bag pressing it; instead, it stared at Anthony's multicolored light figure in panic, saying in disbelief: "Consciousness form? You... you actually possess a consciousness form? How is that possible? So you've been pretending all along, trying to lure me out?"

"What else? Did you think we were playing with you? You, a primordial consciousness in good standing, yet only using such backward techniques; have you decided not to reveal your true form? If we 'struggle' a bit to defeat this giant, will you hide so we think we've won? Then you can slip away quietly?" Anthony said irritably.

"You... I... you... I..." That was indeed its plan; why would this human know?

"Do you want to ask me why I know?" Anthony seemed to have seen through its mind.

The flesh giant's head moved slightly, probably intending to nod, but its body was flattened; with only a head left, it couldn't even nod, but the meaning was clearly expressed.

"Your psychological profile is that of a creature hiding its head and tail, cautious, thinking itself powerful, afraid of being discovered, yet unwilling for others not to know its power—an immature creature. The psychological portrait is—superficial. I saw through you at a glance; I just didn't expect you to be so cautious. Something must be making you very afraid," Anthony said.

"Impossible! I projected my will onto so many individuals; each individual was carefully shaped by me. How could you see so much?" The flesh giant was stunned.

"Pfft, that's exactly why it's easier to see through, okay? One individual is one observation point; you insisted on creating so many observation points. I suspect either your consciousness was born not long ago, or you've been isolated from the world for too long, contacting too few creatures, resulting in such superficiality."

The flesh giant stood with mouth agape, clearly struck again.

Actually, from the moment they were captured by Anthony, a series of psychological profiles had been established, but at that time they were built individually; because they didn't match personal backgrounds, that was why they were captured.

Until they collectively turned back and spoke with one voice, these psychological profiles immediately concentrated onto a single consciousness, allowing Anthony to draw two conclusions: either schizophrenia, or putting on airs.

From some individuals' very childish actions, Anthony was eighty percent sure it was putting on airs; this was why Anthony said "it's easier to see through this way."

When one consciousness shapes many individuals, and it isn't truly schizophrenic, the shaped individuals naturally contain many contradictions and conflicts; with enough samples, it's easy to analyze.

So Anthony immediately used soul connections to have everyone act, wanting to find this fellow's true form; he just didn't expect that after everyone acted for so long, this fellow would still try to get away with such low-level means as flesh fusion.

First using a chaotic consciousness shockwave, then downgrading to hand-to-hand combat; that was too perfunctory.

"Fine, I'm done playing with you. If you really hide and won't come out, we have ways too; at worst, we'll dismantle the entire plane. Look at that little spark," Anthony said, pointing a finger at the night sky.

The dark sky, at some unknown moment, abruptly lit up with a small star point, slowly flickering, and gradually becoming brighter and brighter.

The flesh giant's face changed drastically; it shouted urgently: "You don't want this plane anymore? You don't want the billions of living beings here? Are you crazy?"

Anthony said thoughtfully: "It seems you know what that little spark represents. You aren't completely isolated from the Chaos Plane; you still know some information from there. However, relocating billions of creatures is no difficulty for us, Tu Tu."

Not long after, a flat, giant manta-ray-shaped Ancient God swept across the sky; its massive body descended, immediately changing the entire plane's gravity direction, causing the whole plane to rumble and shake.

Creatures on the ground only needed to push off hard to jump into the air, flying all the way to the belly of the giant manta Ancient God; a bunch of messy stalls had already been built on the belly, as if Silver Coin had summoned the market.

Just by wiping across the plane like this, all creatures on the surface could be wiped away, and even the plane barrier would be ineffective.

Realizing Anthony was serious, the flesh giant finally yielded, shouting in terror: "Stop all this! I'll come out! Stop all this! I'll come out immediately!"

Silver Coin waved a hand toward the sky, and the giant manta slowly stopped.

The flesh giant closed its eyes; the forest ground rumbled and shook, like a massive earthquake.

But it only shook; no other changes occurred. After a long while, the flesh giant opened its eyes again and said gloomily: "I can't get up; it's too heavy. Come over yourselves."

PS: Still on the train, 3,800 kilometers, 1,700 left.

(End of Chapter)