Chapter 168 - Red Carcosa (2/2)

As the gruesome session continued, she sang her song.

”Along the shore the cloud waves break. The twin suns sink behind the lake. The shadows lengthen, in Carcosa~

”Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies, but strange still is, Lost Carcosa~”

She tried her best to remember the continuation, the interpretation of her very culmination of the soul. After looking through her core while playing with the corpses of the damned, Cyanotype was afraid to alert the higher being within the poison that is Cassilda's Song.

Her tendrils began to pulsate in deep red. Deep to the shade where the song was kept. Not in agony, but in marmalade.

Amidst her fun, she created her own version of the continuation due to the corruption of her red madness.

Untied to the origin that she had led. Unknown to meaning, nor known to death. Her tendrils weaved the webbing, taking their last breath.

In Painful Carcosa.

”Fool and famished, flew to crumbs. Shattered glasses, tear their lungs. The devil chortled, in Carcosa~

”Their eyes saw the truth, yet the yellow unhung. The king needs the second plate, to his last deep red. Die thou, unsung, as blood unshed. Shall dry and die~

”In Red Carcosa.”

The devil sang the song, permeating the whole area outside of Domeniul Ceresc. Meanwhile, 30 of the vile creatures began to chant an unknown rhythm into the darkness, crafting a portal with their gnarly liquid that may or may not be their blood.

'Holy Ouroboros!' thought the Ouroboros. 'They were more relentless than a honey badger! I've remembered every encounter and every person or gods that I might offend, but I never knew that I would be dealing with something like this.'

MF clapped her skeleton arms, unleashing a destructive shockwave across the battlefield. Each time a massacre occurred completely, the cycle of unrelenting swarms started anew but with a stronger pressure than the last.

They also became smarter and more frustrated. MF could feel the uneasiness within each and every soul that they reaped. The amount of 'faith of death' that she received also increased exponentially like in rabbit mating seasons.

MF leaped forward to the concentrated army. As she did so, numerous of those vile creatures were leaping to her path, as if they were trying to slow her down from going to the dense crowd.

The Pseudo-Angel only grinned slyly at their attempt, shrugging their effort by ignoring them and continued to smash down the huge crowd with her own body like a triangle formation of pins that got a perfect strike by the bowling ball.

'Tch, it seems like they've been predicting my speed.'

Turned out, those ugly humanoids were actually hiding a giant runic formation all along. Glowing brightly, carrying the hope of those god-forsaken creatures, it summoned a ruptured portal that would likely blow up any second due to its instability.

From the portal, a gigantic dragon head at the size of a cathedral was peeking into the new world. Soon after, it turned out to be one of the hands, as an even gigantic armored humanoid reached out to the sky, forcing the massive gap to open even wider just to let this behemoth pass through the portal.

'They really want to kill me this badly!'

It roared out a sky-rending fog that smelled extremely foul. It was gradient in red and dark, slowly dancing its color as they spread across the sky like a giant plague. Afraid of letting the catastrophic fog reach Domeniul Ceresc, MF swung one of her skeleton-hand wings to wipe out all of the residue.

Feeling annoyed by the behemoth action, MF leaped to the sky and used the dark seed of creation to create a weaker version of COPID7734 and yanked it to the gaping mouth of the monster's main head.

”As if I let you do that thing in front of me!”

Shifting into Anvriel's First Form was amplifying her physical performance by more than ten times. Together with the Herculean Divine Crystal on the back of her right hand, she could theoretically throw this gigantic behemoth somewhere far away from Domeniul Ceresc.

And that was what she did.

In just a millisecond, she had rushed to the belly of the behemoth with dragon heads on each hand.. Taking a huge breath, MF smashed her wings against the force beyond the sound barrier to unleash a dense propulsion forward, pushing herself and the behemoth while leaving a path of destruction in the surrounding kilometers.