CHAPTER 346: CHAPTER 1: SEIZING THE HUMAN FORM! THE AESTHETICS OF VIOLENCE_3

"Commencing descent into a void vessel. Please select vessel form."

The page flickers.

The projection of the first human form emerges, a massive shadowy giant lacking any physical form, purely composed of energy. The projection of the second human form is a colossal dragon shadow, similarly lacking a physical form and cohered through pure energy.

Void creatures seem to possess a characteristic of being gigantic.

On the projection page, the marked space is—’Dimensional Rift’ (a layer higher than reality).

"Can’t I descend directly?"

"Must I coalesce a void vessel?"

Duncan was eager to try; in the end, he decided to go full-scale. For the first time in a place beyond the real plane, through the Observer’s perspective, he discovered other dimensional creatures, with an obvious red mark that he had to deal with thoroughly.

"Anchor the void node!"

"Commencing descent of the first human form!"

.........

Behind Duncan, the massive feathered nebula glowed faintly. In the next second, beyond the distant dimensions, in the void above reality, a gigantic black giant, over a hundred meters tall, stood up.

The projection of the first human form was also twisted by the laws of the void, not appearing human-like, but as a chaotic, faceless giant.

At this moment, from the torn void rift, a massive multi-headed snake-like shadow emerged. In this realm devoid of substance, its menacing compound-eye snake heads bit into the void, and a reflection-like scene appeared in the torn void.

An altar.

White candles burned on all sides, and in the shadowy corners, dozens of black-robed cultists adorned with serpent markings gathered. The leading red-robed priest held a sacrificial knife, initiating the descent ritual through a blood sacrifice. At the altar’s center lay a pale boy on a long table; his life force seemed faint, and his soul dimmed as if on the verge of vanishing.

"Praise the Serpent God—Haka!"

"Devourer in the Chaos! ... The Cyclical Devourer of Self! ... The Undying Reborn!"

"Your humble servants offer a sacrifice to the great Serpent God! ... We beg you to descend into reality! ... Guide us forward!"

Oh my.

Someone wants to smuggle into the real world.

The dimensional creature emerged from the void, extremely greedy and ravenous. Compared to the empty Chaos Void, the real world has richer material, emotions, and souls. It couldn’t wait to tear the void apart and cross the dimensions into the material world.

The void devoid of material is too lonely. It waited over a hundred years for an opportunity to descend into reality.

Those cultists secretly serving it finally gathered the materials for the descent ritual and found a suitable human form.

In the center of the bloody altar.

The pale boy’s body began to tremble; his life force gradually faded, and his soul was crushed by the Evil God. The multi-headed colossal entity attempted to squeeze through the rift, but the power the real world could bear was limited. It could only bite off one serpent head and implant it into that sacrifice’s body, possessing it through a form of limb-regeneration.

Bang!

At that moment, a gunshot rang out.

In a corner of the underground chamber, a middle-aged man with a beard appeared. As he raised his hand, sparks ignited, and several bullets directly hit the cult leader’s skull. The firearm’s power was great, shattering the skull and sending brains flying.

Bang bang bang!

A barrage of gunfire; over a dozen cultists fell immediately. The remaining ones tried to retaliate but did not cast spells. Instead, they drew heavy modified firearms, shooting frantically at the man.

"Praise the God of Machinery!"

"Creator of Mechanical Constructs! Please shield us!"

At this moment.

The sound of gears turning rang out.

Behind the investigator who took action, a priest in his thirties stepped forward, carrying a heavy exoskeleton on his shoulders. Contrary to Duncan’s understanding, it lacked sophisticated circuits and electronics. Instead, it was engraved with strange steel runes, and while called a mechanical exoskeleton, it more resembled thick half armor. On either shoulder, the embedded metal gears began to roar, unleashing a strange power.

In an instant, all the cultists’ modified firearms jammed!

"No machine can harm the master’s servants!"

The burly priest charged forth like a steel warrior, wielding a heavy warhammer in his right hand. One side of the hammer was spiked, with the sound of gears roaring inside. When swung, it resembled a runaway dump truck, smashing a cultist into pieces, flesh exploding, intestines scattering on the base of a stoic Snake-man statue.

Boom!

After smashing a cultist, the iron priest drew a heavy firearm from his waist with a barrel almost five centimeters thick, pulling the trigger at that instant. A bullet blasted another cultist’s head like a bursting watermelon.

An invisible field enveloped his body, roughly thirty meters in diameter. No matter how the cultists struggled, their firearms continued to jam furiously.

This was almost a one-sided massacre!

Even though there were quite a few cultists, they were no match for those two men. Some cultists drew close combat weapons and lunged forward, only to be hammered into pulp by the iron priest. His strength was immense, with explosive power rivaling that of giants.

Every time the priest attacked, the gears on his heavy shoulder armor would roar!