Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

There was no flying blood and flesh, no energy explosions.

Instead, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded: the mad owl transformed into a huge, viscous, constantly writhing and expanding pool of pure black "ink," which was splashed into the air.

The ink seemed to possess a life of its own, or like an abyss freed from its constraints, exuding an ominous aura and beginning to try to coalesce again.

The light radiating energy shone upon it, but it was completely swallowed up, without even a reflection; it was absolute darkness.

"Success?"

King Arthur gripped his sword tightly, watching the writhing darkness warily.

"No, it just disrupted his form."

Zhang Yi said coldly, "His essence is intact, and this thing... is being reorganized."

He looked at Leibniz, who was clasping his hands together, about to cast a spell.

"Now it's your turn."

A low, mournful chant, seemingly filled with endless sorrow, rose from the edge of the battlefield.

It is a mourning for Sister Leibniz.

She had been standing quietly to the side, like a background figure, but now she slowly raised her head.

Clear tears streamed down her beautiful eyes, which held no hatred or fear, only pity.

Anyone could feel a heart-wrenching sadness and deathly stillness in her eyes.

She extended her pale finger, pointing to the spreading ink, and softly uttered the true name of her power:

“The grief of mourning”.

An invisible force, unseen by the naked eye but clearly perceptible to all living beings, spread out.

It wasn't an energy surge, but rather a kind of rule-based plague, a death curse targeting "existence" itself.

The air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of grave soil, carrying a sense of decay and end.

When this force swept over Zhang Yi and the others, it only made them feel a strange sense of sorrow and palpitations, but when it touched the ink that the mad owl had transformed into, an astonishing change occurred.

"Zizzi——!"

It was like strong acid being splashed, or like a scalding hot iron being burned onto ice.

The ink, which was originally a single, solid mass, suddenly began to boil and churn!

Countless tiny bubbles, resembling wailing faces, appeared on the surface of the ink, emitting a subtle yet sharp hiss.

Signs of “contamination” and “erosion” are clearly visible. The expansion and recombination of the ink slows down suddenly, and some areas even begin to become dark and thin, as if they have lost their vitality.

"what--!!!"

Amidst the swirling ink, came the mad owl's painful and furious mental roar.

The power of this "grief" was able to directly affect his non-physical, almost conceptual form of existence!

This plague does not harm the body or destroy energy, but directly accelerates the decay and end of "existence," making it one of the nemesis of individuals like him who rely on special forms for survival.

This is the true meaning of a plague: the ability to inflict extreme trauma, a power more terrifying than direct death.

The intense pain and primal trauma forced the mad owl to abandon its unsustainable ink form.

The pitch-black ink rapidly contracted and condensed inward, as if time had reversed, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed back into human form.

But the reappearing madman was paler, his breathing was obviously disordered, and his eyes showed not only rage but also a hint of fear.

He stared intently at Leibniz: "Damn plague spreader... how dare you..."

"As expected, these creatures that can transform their bodies into elements are most afraid of area-of-effect attacks. So—"

A glint of light flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.

Leibniz's attack confirmed his conjecture—while the Owl's ink form was bizarre and difficult to harm, it was not invincible and might even expose other weaknesses.

In particular, it has low resistance to rule-based attacks involving "state of existence".

"I know how to deal with this guy. Once again, crush him!"

Zhang Yi raised the corners of his mouth and was the first to strike, his fingers cutting through the air like a sharp sword.

Dimensional string analysis has already been launched!

"understand!"

Odin whispered, but his divine power remained immense. Thunder and storm condensed into a giant warhammer in his hand, which crashed down!