novelraw Chapter 1543: 733: Continuing the Voyage of the Black Mist Era_6
Chapter 1543: 733: Continuing the Voyage of the Black Mist Era_6
Capítulo 1543: Chapter 733: Continuing the Voyage of the Black Mist Era_6
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After the Layer Boat leapt forward, the remaining deck appeared increasingly dim, with gray-white mist tentatively approaching, gathering at the edges of the light into blurred human faces, silently howling.
“Whoosh——!”
As soon as the faces appeared, a purple-grey light sliced them in two. Before the Sports Student could react, a stunning figure floated back to the School Doctor’s side.
“They’ve departed. For now, we just need to hold on until they return…” she murmured softly, her gaze piercing through the dense gray mist, landing on the ominous sea below.
With the jump of the Layer Boat, their area slowly descended from infinite layers into a tiered black sea, where, not too far away, clusters of reefs emerged from the tar-like black water.
These reefs weren’t made of ordinary rock, but of countless twisted bones piled together, covered in slick black moss, with clouded eyeballs at their peaks, staring intently at them…
“It’s the nest of the Nocturnal species!” a Physical Education Teacher’s voice called from the front of the deck.
Upon stepping into the “Fog Nightmare Hunter” sequence, everyone underwent different changes. The Physical Education Teacher became extraordinarily tall, wielding a massive scythe carved with numerous secret marks.
He pointed to the seawater around the reefs, where countless shadows moved beneath the surface, occasionally revealing menacing faces. All had distorted forms not quite human, their shapes a mix between solid-liquid states and jellyfish-like structures.
“Prepare for battle!” the Physical Education Teacher commanded.
The Sports Students quickly regrouped and stood ready.
Old kerosene lamp lights converged, causing the Nocturnal species to emit piercing shrieks. The sound was excruciating, making eardrums thrum and echoing in the brain with sharp cries, inducing disorientation.
Seizing this lapse, they surged toward the Layer Boat like tides, ceaselessly crashing into the secret pattern domain surrounding the vessel, attempting to breach it. Some even squeezed through limited cracks in the domain, climbing the ship with abstract postures to reach the deck.
Xu Shunkang leapt up, swinging his scythe with a whistling wind, shredding into pulp any Nocturnal species that climbed the deck.
The deck beneath him sizzled as the Nocturnal species’ blood corroded it, but he paid no heed. With every swing of his scythe, a swath of Nocturnal species was obliterated.
The Physical Education Teacher’s old kerosene lamp beams relentlessly scanned, and under their light, the Nocturnal species dissolved rapidly, turning into wisps of black mist.
Yet the sheer number of Nocturnal species was overwhelming, advancing relentlessly like endless darkness, hammering the deck’s defenses.
During this, Amon’s secret pattern domain significantly stemmed their assault.
The secret pattern domain hovered outside the deck, rotating like a gigantic hinged fan, slicing through the oncoming Nocturnal species. This effectively provided the Sports Students with the space to “develop”—though rather hastily.
Continued fighting saw scythes in the hands of the Sports Students and Fog Nightmare Hunters gradually corroded by mist, with fine cracks appearing on their surfaces. Amid the surging tar-like waves, countless twisted shadows began converging, birthing varied forms among increasingly mutated Nocturnal species to counter the Sports Students, emitting even more terrifying screams. Amid those cries, a mad consciousness sang a far, sinister song.
That song seemed to carry from the Returning Ruins, or perhaps from an endless abyss.
Time flowed silently as the ceaseless onslaught of Nocturnal species wore down Amon’s secret pattern domain, and the Sports Students began to feel weary in their own ways.
Human strength is finite, but the Nocturnal species are infinite.
Time and again, Xu Shunkang and others pushed their limits, fostering combat with combat, painstakingly ascending the transcendent ladder one step at a time. Everyone unleashed unprecedented will. After an indeterminate time, the relentless tide of Nocturnal species finally eased somewhat. Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the School Doctor instinctively tightened her grip on a silver pocket watch.
She seemed to sense something, her murky eyes suddenly locking onto the boundary between the black sea and the gray mist sea.
“It’s coming…!”
Beyond the Nocturnal species’ nest, at the edge of the layer, a terrifying phantom was gathering. Finally, as the phantom approached closer to the Layer Boat’s deck, ultimately—
“Boom——!!”
With a heavy sound, the deck shook violently, and then, under the bewildered and frightened gazes of all present, the black seawater around the deck suddenly bulged, swelling until, with a “boom,” two mountain ranges broke through the waves!
These mountain ranges were so immense and towering, their ends were indiscernible, seemingly suppressing the area like natural barriers.
“Is this… the Nocturnal species’ nest?” a Sports Student uttered in shock.
“No, it’s not a nest, it’s… the ‘Graveyard of the Deceased’? No, this is…”
“This is a ‘High-level Alien Angel’.” The School Doctor gazed at the shattered black waves, recognizing the immense, mountainous presence as the terror lurking beneath the ocean at the Art Building. “… the ultimate form of… the ‘Graveyard of the Deceased’.”
The sky was filled with breaking waves as the High-level Alien Angels were nourished by a denser transcendent aura in the depths of the layers, growing ever more terrifying.
The High-level Alien Angels slowly impacted the deck, the secret pattern domain radiating brilliance, yet it swayed like leaves in the wind, precariously poised.
Within the High-level Alien Angel, countless shadows opened their mouths, beginning to sing the song of the deceased, the prelude to the apocalypse:
“I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome!!”
“(In the abyss of mist and darkness, lost souls chase phantoms!!)”
“I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome!!”
“(In the abyss of mist and darkness, lost souls chase phantoms!!)”
“I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome!!”
“(In the abyss of mist and darkness, lost souls chase phantoms!!)”
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The “High-level Alien Angel” descended in full force, and Amon’s remaining secret pattern domain instantly bore enormous pressure, beginning to flicker like a candle in the wind, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment.
And when that moment came, everyone on the deck would face the endgame…