Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 199 The person who shouldn’t be there
The approaching blasphemous arrow was reflected in Shi Fei's pupils, but his expression remained calm.

After kicking Igolonak a few times in the consciousness space just now, he felt that these so-called Old Ones were nothing great.

He casually pointed his finger, and a black sword energy as sharp as ink suddenly burst out from his fingertips. The sword energy was so sharp that it instantly split the arrow of blasphemy into two halves, turning into a twisted black mist that dissipated in the air.

"The Twelve Swords of Heaven and Earth Killing", also known as "Guan Qi's Massage Finger Technique"!
Immediately afterwards, another eleven inky sword energies burst out from Shi Fei's fingertips, like the god of death's scythe cutting through the void, and arrived in front of Mi Fangfang in the blink of an eye.

The sword energy was icy cold and penetrated the bones, carrying with it a murderous intent to destroy everything, as if everything in the world would be killed, let alone this blasphemous arrow!
The sword energy not only broke the remaining eleven blasphemous arrows, but also intertwined into an impenetrable sword net in the air, strangling Mi Fangfang.

Wherever the sword net passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a piercing whistling sound.

Mi Fangfang's face suddenly changed, and her figure turned into a ball of black mist again, trying to avoid the sword net's stranglehold. Her figure flickered in the void, floating like a ghost.

However, the sword net was like a thorn in her flesh, chasing after her relentlessly, forcing her to retreat again and again. As a last resort, Mi Fangfang followed suit, turning into black mist and avoiding the sword net's stranglehold at the cost of the guest's life.

The blasphemous arrow was an extremely advanced spell even among witches. Mi Fangfang had never thought that the blasphemous arrow that she was so proud of would be broken so easily by Shi Fei.

In her eyes, Shi Fei's sword energy was more like some kind of "magic", carrying a power that she could not understand.

"Damn it!" Mi Fangfang gritted her teeth, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.

She took out the bronze axe with the Xingtian pattern again and gently wiped the strange blade on the axe blade with blood. The obsidian on the blade flashed with a weird light under the reflection of the blood.

She chopped off the head of a guest next to her, and blood spurted out, staining her wedding dress red. Mi Fangfang recited the Gu curse in the Miao village in western Hunan, her voice was low and hoarse, with an indescribable evil aura.

Since the witch's spell didn't work, she would use the Miaojiang Gu spell. Mi Fangfang knew very well that sometimes spells from foreign lands didn't work on this land.

The talisman restrains the corresponding Gu curse, so it can also be used to cast the "Eating Gu" spell. That is an extremely evil and terrifying Gu curse, using the talisman to stimulate the power of the Scorpion God to deal with the enemy.

However, no matter how hard she chanted the spell, the Xingtian Patterned Bronze Axe did not react. The obsidian on the blade remained dim, as if it had lost all its power.

What made her even more angry was that the Scorpion God had no reaction at all, as if he was completely silent.

Under Shi Fei's teasing eyes, Mi Fangfang was furious and threw the Xingtian-patterned copper axe to the ground. The axe blade hit the ground, making a crisp sound, but there was still no movement.

"The Scorpion God is trash! The Miao village witchcraft is trash!"

When she needed the Gu technique the most, it was completely useless. The Scorpion God's silence and Shi Fei's teasing eyes seemed to be silently mocking her incompetence.

Mi Fangfang's face was terribly gloomy, and under the interference of a special consciousness, her eyes were burning with crazy anger.

"Do you think you can beat me like this?" She gradually lost her mind!
"Crouching Chaos, my supreme master..." Mi Fangfang's voice sounded again. This time, her voice was filled with an indescribable piety and fanaticism.

Mi Fangfang's voice was low and hoarse, with a kind of hysterical madness.

Her body began to twist and deform, and countless strange runes appeared on the skin under her wedding dress, as if some ancient and evil power was awakening. Mi Fangfang's wedding dress fell to the ground like a shed snake skin, and the black mist condensed into a flowing asphalt-like substance around her body. With the crisp sound of the vertebrae bursting, nine tentacles embedded with mouthparts pierced the skin, and at the end of each tentacle, a vertical pupil with sulfur flowing opened.

When the fog cleared, standing among the ruins was an elegant man in a striped suit - his skin was like silk soaked in the night, only the whites of his eyes glowed with a cold mother-of-pearl light, and the chuckle from beneath his top hat was filled with the echo of thousands of accents.

The Man of Darkness, the incarnation of the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep, one of the three giants in the universe, someone who should not be here!

Creating chaos, creating fun, and making the universe more interesting are Nyarlathotep's purpose and job.

He often attends the filthy meetings of witches, teaches them black magic and unclean knowledge, brings old oracles and participates in various unspeakable blasphemous rituals.

It can be said that he is the source of the witch's power.

After each witch uses the power he grants to create greater chaos, she will gain the most powerful power!
Eventually becoming his puppet, or toy.

What could be more powerful than being Nyarlathotep's toy?
The witch got power, and Nyarlathotep got toys.

Simply a win-win!

“Long time no see, dear Mr. Variable.” Nyarlathotep took off his hat and bowed. Countless projections of microscopic star clusters crawled out from the shadow of the hat brim. “In 7,321 time branches, I have never caught your breath.”

He tapped his obsidian-inlaid cane with his slender fingers, and the bricks and stones within a ten-foot radius suddenly began to grow upward against gravity, condensing into a Baroque-style skeleton arcade.

Shi Fei crushed the stone vines that tried to entangle him under his feet. Where sparks splashed from his fingertips, the space curled up like burning parchment: "No one knows a son better than his father! Only a father knows his son, how can a son know his father!"

The half candlestick he kicked away turned into a meteor in the air, burning black cracks in the squirming flesh and blood wall in the distance.

Of course he knew who was in front of him!
He knows the other party's background, but the other party doesn't know his background.

Isn’t it true that no one knows a son better than his father?

The shadow under the top hat trembled violently, and a laugh like the collapse of the galaxy rolled from Nyarlathotep's throat.

The third vertical pupil on the tip of his cane opened, reflecting the apocalyptic scene of twelve moons falling at the same time:

"What a delightful fallacy! Did you know that the civilization that insulted me last time is now performing a never-ending death ballet in the Sagittarius Nebula?"

When he mentioned the word "ballet", the wreckage of the blasphemous arrows that were shattered by Shi Fei's sword energy suddenly reorganized into skeletons dancing on pointe, and the rhythm of the bones wrapped in spider silk sounded like a waltz composed with screams.

Nyarlathotep spun around in dance steps, tapping the ground with his staff to the rhythm of a supernova explosion. To his beat, the entire Governor's Palace was transforming into an alien temple that was a fusion of flesh, blood, and machinery.

Shi Fei looked at the flashy, pretentious Naiyazi and suddenly sneered: "How is your trick better than that of the Jade Emperor?"

(End of this chapter)