kingnovel Chapter 1157 The Pen Points to Asgard
Chapter 1157 The Pen Points to Asgard
The thick, pungent smell of blood exploded in the air, and An Qingyu felt a tearing sound that made her teeth ache from her shoulder blade.
It was like a rusty, dull saw forcibly cutting through the flesh.
He frowned slightly, pushed up his slipping glasses, and noticed that the two bloody, monstrous limbs weren't growing wildly like a monster.
Instead, it presents a morbid, pale, translucent quality, like a specimen retrieved from formalin in a laboratory.
The pair of strange hands on the left were pale and slender, with fingertips still covered in undried sticky fluid.
They skillfully overlapped and tumbled in mid-air, pulling out countless silver threads that were indistinguishable to the naked eye. These were the rhythms of some high-level "mysterious" summoning of spirits.
His hands, which were originally there, were now used to quickly draw complex alchemical diagrams on the damp ground, one of which picked up white phosphorus powder from the ground.
The other hand holds a black carbon pen, which is suspended in mid-air.
Baili Pangpang subconsciously took a half step back. The feeling was like watching an acquaintance dismantle him into parts right in front of him.
They were reassembled into a sophisticated and insane machine.
His throat felt dry, and he wanted to say something to ease the deathly silence.
But looking into An Qingyu's eyes, which were completely calm and collected, as if she were dissecting a mouse, all those words were swallowed back down.
Cao Yuan's knuckles turned white as he gripped the straight knife, and the murderous aura within him stirred subtly under the influence of An Qingyu's strange frequency.
In his view, An Qingyu before him had transcended the category of "God of Ruins" and was more like a god of dissection walking on the boundary between logic and madness.
Every movement and every hand seal was so precise that there wasn't even a millimeter of deviation.
“He’s processing three logic links simultaneously.” An Qingyu heard her own heartbeat; it was too fast, a side effect of excessive consumption of divine power.
The summoning spell on the left was seeking feedback from the depths of the mist, the alchemical array on the ground was analyzing the residual substances in the air, and the pen in my hand...
The carbon pen suddenly began to tremble violently.
“Found it,” An Qingyu murmured softly.
The white phosphorus powder that was originally scattered on the ground seemed to come alive; it resembled a swarm of startled ants.
Fluttering wildly in the wind, it eventually coalesced within the framework of the alchemical array into a grand and three-dimensional miniature map.
That wasn't any corner of the Great Xia territory, but a wasteland that transcended some dimensional boundary, filled with an ancient and decaying atmosphere.
The suspended carbon pen seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
He frantically scribbled in circles in the northwest corner of the map, the screeching sound of the pen tip scraping against the ground like the wailing of a vengeful ghost.
The ballpoint pen couldn't withstand the high-frequency vibrations and broke in the middle.
Ink splattered on the map, melting precisely in the area covered by thunder and snow, forming a distorted, pupil-like symbol.
"Asgard?" The knight's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, an almost horrified expression appeared on his usually cold face.
As the president of the Shangxie Society, he knew better than anyone what that name meant.
That's not some tourist destination; it's the final resting place of the Norse pantheon, the last graveyard of the gods in the mist.
The thick, viscous pressure in the air was almost suffocating.
The strange limbs on Anqing Fish's back began to wither and peel off, turning into pools of foul-smelling black liquid that dripped to the ground.
But he was completely oblivious, staring intently at the crumbling map.
“This is it… that pit that swallowed up even ‘existence’.” An Qingyu muttered to herself, her voice carrying a chilling excitement.
Just then, the black wooden coffin that had been leaning against the doorpost suddenly trembled without warning.
A dull thud came from inside the coffin.
The sound was extremely soft, yet it instantly drowned out the distant sounds of wind and thunder.
Immediately afterwards, the black wooden coffin, bound by countless iron chains and seemingly untouched by time, began to vibrate subtly and at a high frequency.
The obscure runes on the wooden surface faintly emitted an ominous red light.
It was as if some long-dormant will, upon sensing the name "Asgard," was slowly opening those long-sealed eyes.
An Qingyu felt goosebumps rise on the skin on her back.
He knew that once the thing in the coffin fully awakened, the course of this game would truly be beyond anyone's control.
Within the distant and unknown temples of Asgard,
Lin Qiye looked at the small blue electric arc insect on his sleeve that was trying to burrow into his skin and felt an unprecedented shiver, as if he were being watched by a hunter.
He glanced sideways at Wu Hen, who was pale-faced and secretly reaching for the short sword at his waist.
In that moment when their eyes met, they both read the same almost insane determination.