Chapter 605 (1/2)
In the world created by the monster, it was doomsday and the earth and sky was coming apart.
Beneath Hao Ren’s feet was a piece of land soaked in blood. Fissures started forming as under the violent quakes as poisonous steam broke through the surface. A endless storm blew as lightning and brimstone scorched the earth. A series of horrifying howl rang across the place and the sheer force alone could drive a man insane. After the storm subsided, the rain of brimstone became a full fledge storm as massive blocks of flaming rocks smashed against the ground, causing it to rupture in a burst of lava. Just as the spewing lava formed into a giant molten wolf. Hao Ren found himself in a desolate planet that was being torn part as countless of comets smashed against the land around him.
Various doomsday scenes played around him, and it changed wildly without any rhythm, almost as if the scenes were drawn from human’s impression of what an apocalypse would look like. Each and every scene was bone chilling at their own right, and within the visions of doom countless of bizzare and horrifying scenes played out: like giant flaming corpse ravaging the land. This was almost like the depiction of hell in some religious stories, but the difference is that the depiction of hell was too scare people away from sinning, while this was clearly a defensive mechanism against an intruder.
Hao Ren stood before a soon to erupt volcano and before him was a wave of scorching toxic steam and brimstone. Truth be told, it was rather scary but his mental resistance had been bolstered by the psychic screen and his experience so far had prepared him to at least not fall apart under such an onslaught. He looked up to the sky and roared at the invisible person pulling this stunt. “Aren’t you bored by now? If you really want me to stay away, in the future then answer my questions!”
A mocking roar came in reply from the skies as the volcano burst into life. The burning volcanic ashes then turned into a rain of piercing blades.
“You should be well aware now that your powers are weakened by the crystals. Your illusions won’t hurt me, and my resistance is even higher than yours.” Hao Ren said as he sat cross-legged on the ground, letting the blades sink into him. “It’s the reverse now, its now my psyche is invading yours. Your attempts at a stand off will just bore both of us. I cannot peer into your conciousness, but can you at least talk to me? I believe you are able of understanding human language and psyche.”
Another thunderous roar came from the depths of the earth as rainfall replaced the volcanic smog and completely blocked out Hao Ren’s vision.
It was the same as the last few attempts when Hao Ren tried to forcibly connect with the brain, all his attempts were thwarted by the falling rain as the monster would not respond to him any further. All the visions of catastrophe and the howls of terror had ceased, and in their place, an endless rain that kept pouring and pouring, until Hao Ren gave up.
But Hao Ren still wanted to give it a try. He knew that the monster would never relinquish its hostility towards him, and had never carried hope that the monster would actually ‘sit down and talk’. He only wanted the monster to show its true face, even just a word, even if just a curse, he could use it to track the monster’s mental activity. Yet the monster seems to be vary of this and had yet to raise to the bait.
Hao Ren sat in the middle of the rain, and looked like he was talking to himself. “You know, I’ve seen many many races and species, some even more curious than you, I’ve seen a living, breathing, thinking Mimosa plant. You’re nothing special, just simply throwing visions of death is not enough to make you special. You are no different than a slug in my eyes, just a slug with some secrets….”
The rain kept on pouring.
“Why are you so hostile to the other races? Let me rephrase that, why bring death and destruction where ever you go? Your kin had messed about with the peole of Holetta, you had brought chaos to the Sirens, you even sought to sow discord amongst the supernaturals on earth… What are you trying to achieve?”
The rain still poured, but it had gradually turned rain, almost like it was raining blood.
“What are you to a First Born? Oh, you may not call them that, but you know what I mean. I’m pretty sure that you and the First Borns are not the same type of creatures. But there’s a niggling thought within me that you two are interrelated. Both of you work the same way…. and harbours the same hatred to all things living. Are you distant relatives?”
The rain had now turned into a fullfledge bloodstorm, and the vicious roars thundered again.
Hao Ren was surprised, and elated that he somehow had managed to elicit a reaction from the monster.
“Ah, seems like you’re pretty sensitive about this topic. Maybe we can go further.” Hao Ren raised his hand to collect some of the rain water. It was as red as blood, with some suspiciously similar stickiness to it. “This reminds me of the lifeblood. The Disciples of Glory believed that the lifeblood is the Goddess’ own blood and with it they are made whole. Despite them not having seen the Goddess before, yet they spoke her words with conviction. So lets talk about the Goddess of Creation? The one had gave life….”
Before he could finish however, another thunderous crack shattered the skies as Hao Ren felt an uncontrollable rage and hostility was coming from all directions towards him. The ravenous energies had perhaps collided the defensive crystal’s suppression effects, as Hao Ren felt his mental state being shaken. Within the violent explosions, he could make out a violent roar, “….Treacherous child… you DARE speak of Mother?”