Eldritch Horror Theatre

As Malka finished his sentence, the facial features drifting across the surface of the giant Cocoon rapidly converged and bulged outward.

At the same time, tentacle-like threads slowly pulled free from the edges of the face. In the blink of an eye, a true face-bug manifested on the Cocoon's surface.

It gave a slight shudder before lunging down like lightning.

Of course, its previous tragic encounter had taught it not to pounce directly at Fu Qian; instead, it targeted Malfoy's skeletal chest.

Malfoy did not dodge or evade, simply letting Malka slam face-first into him.

The face-bug instantly shredded the clothes over his chest and burrowed into his flesh.

Not a single drop of blood spilled. A moment later, Malka's face resurfaced on Malfoy's chest, appearing completely integrated.

The entire process occurred in dead silence. Once it was complete, Malfoy quietly pulled out an object.

Roughly the length of a forearm and shaped like a curved blade, it gleamed in gold and red. As he moved it, countless golden flames seemed to churn within.

Fu Qian immediately sensed its unusual nature. Rather than a weapon, it felt more like an oddly shaped Talisman.

Its intimidating aura gave him the exact same feeling as the Divine Blood Curse Talisman used by another member of the Primordial Council—good old Camus.

The Primordial Council truly had deep pockets!

With Malka's face embedded in his chest, Malfoy gripped the blade Talisman with both hands and raised it high above his head, its golden flames blazing like a torch.

He didn't hesitate. A moment later, he swung it down with vicious force.

Fu Qian didn't bother to dodge. Despite the imposing stance of the strike, the target wasn't him at all.

It wasn't even the Cocoon.

The blade Talisman shattered the instant it was swung. The power contained within it erupted, forming a flaming blade over four meters long.

The fiery blade tore through the air, cleanly severing the thread connected to the top of the giant Cocoon.

In that instant, Fu Qian seemed to hear a furious wail. Simultaneously, some indescribable concept began to erode his flesh.

It felt as if countless invisible seeds were trying to sprout, seeking nourishment from his warm flesh and blood.

Of course, beneath his Sage's Insight and Tyrant's Dominance, every single one of them failed.

A moment later, a massive stream of golden flames surged down the severed thread like a lit fuse, pouring onto the giant Cocoon.

This time, the wailing was real.

The entity inside the Cocoon instantly launched into a violent frenzy, even tearing gaping holes in its own swaddling.

Even so, it could not escape the doom of incineration.

After forcing its way out of the tear, it collapsed before it could take a single step.

As if crushed by an invisible pressure, it quickly curled into a tight ball.

Even as flames completely engulfed its body, the area suspected to be its eyes remained buried against its chest, never opening.

"You bastards!"

Witnessing this, Fu Qian fixed his gaze on the face embedded in Malfoy's chest and snapped in anger.

"Look at what you've done to Wu Ma!"

"Doing such a thing to her—how is she supposed to face anyone now!"

......

Both Malfoy and Malka seemed utterly perplexed by the reprimand. However, as powerhouses of the Demigod Realm, they didn't dwell on it.

"Heh... You can spout all the nonsense you want, Elder Lu, but you'd better look closely."

"Of course I know."

Despite Malfoy's warning, Fu Qian merely shook his head.

The golden flames on Wu Ma's corpse were already slowly dying out, and her body was crumbling away into nothingness.

Yet, amidst this disintegration, a profoundly dark flame suddenly flared to life.

Frantic, chaotic, and completely unstoppable.

That was the immediate impression it gave.

It almost seemed as though Wu Ma had been nothing more than the kindling used to ignite it, while the flame itself could incinerate anything in existence.

In the blink of an eye, streaks of dark fire climbed into the air, seemingly burning rifts straight through space.

The fiery lines rapidly wove together to form a massive cage, trapping Fu Qian, Malfoy, and Malka entirely within.

......

Not simple at all!

Fu Qian studied the sight, silently evaluating the situation.

This Dark Fire Cage was merely the physical manifestation. He was actually trapped by some specialized concept—simply slipping through the gaps in the flames wouldn't let him escape.

Furthermore, his state of being while trapped inside felt highly unusual.

Within the massive Silver Mist Manor, everything seemed close at hand, well within his reach. He could even see Ji Xun's group standing behind several layers of walls.

This sense of transcending dimensions was truly magical. Was this the perspective of a Deity? He wondered what this looked like in the eyes of Ji Xun's group.

"More often than not, once a person obtains power, their understanding of the world becomes narrow and dogmatic..."

"If Demigod Lu thinks the Council is only capable of playing games with you, then you are far too naive!"

As Malfoy spoke, the streaks of flame within the fully formed Dark Fire Cage converged. They quickly sketched out an imposing shape—a giant, black, razor-sharp claw.

The instant it formed, two of its talons swept right across Fu Qian's waist. It was as if a giant standing outside the cage had swatted at a bug trapped inside.

The strike was so fast that even though Fu Qian had been on high alert, he barely managed to dodge by using his Blood Crusade.

Fu Qian immediately noted that this situation mirrored his encounter with the Night Watcher, old man Chaumont. Inside the cage, his Blood Crusade was still functional, but his mobility was severely restricted.

Most shockingly, even after entering that state, he still suffered a slight injury.

A cross-dimensional attack? Was this its true form?

Seeing another giant claw take shape to catch him in a pincer attack, Fu Qian sighed.

Though he didn't see a face, this feeling was inexplicably familiar. It reminded him of the end of the Unseen Hill—that entity residing far beyond the starry sky, who had used underhanded tricks to forcibly drain a massive chunk of his SAN Value.

If it truly was that entity, they had some old scores to settle on top of the new ones.

So they wove the cage first to keep him from escaping? Were they sworn to crush him to death right here?

Hmph, how naive!

How could a real man fear something like a cage?

How did the saying go? Some birds aren't meant to be caged.

Because no matter how tight the cage, you can't lock up a puddle of mud.

"Are you satisfied, Elder Lu?"

Malfoy's voice rang out again, accompanied by Malka's grating laughter from his chest.

"Isn't coming face-to-face with such great power a little unexpected?"

Fu Qian wasn't sure if it was because they had been in close contact with the Cocoon earlier, or if they had simply prepared in advance, but the dark fire claws completely ignored them. As a result, they were very obviously just standing back to enjoy the show.

"Unexpected? You think I'd make a special trip just for you two pieces of trash?"

Faced with their gloating, however, Fu Qian's response was dripping with contempt.

He gave a cold snort, raised the Lantern he had been holding this entire time, and tapped it lightly three times.

"You Council rats! How dare you look down on my Rebirth Club!"

A dazzling array of Distorted Colors shot straight into the sky.

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