Chapter 2752 - 1864: Opening Move (Recently Played 2 Games)

Chapter 2752: Chapter 1864: Opening Move (Recently Played 2 Games)

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai raised his Chainsaw Sword and brought it straight down toward Obsessive Sin’s neck — sure, he’d said "C-section," but that was just him talking shit. If you can kill someone while they’re sick, why not? Take advantage of Obsessive Sin’s difficult labor and go for a two-for-one headshot, isn’t that just perfect!? When you can take them out easily, why waste time?

"Sssssssss—!"

Watching the Chainsaw Sword swoop toward its neck, a flash of pained hatred flickered in Obsessive Sin’s Eyes. Then it opened its mouth and let out a low hiss like a venomous snake. Just as Duanmu Huai rushed up to Obsessive Sin, its ten-month-pregnant belly suddenly split open with a gash, and a sword shadow flashed out, hacking straight toward Duanmu Huai’s head.

"Clang!"

Faced with this sudden Attack, Duanmu Huai didn’t dodge in the slightest. On the contrary, he acted as if he hadn’t seen that Sword at all and continued to chop at the Evil God’s neck in front of him. It was pure "a life for a life" energy, and at that moment Obsessive Sin finally panicked. It stamped its legs hard against the ground, and with a spray of blood, Duanmu Huai’s Chainsaw Sword carved a gaping, bleeding wound into Obsessive Sin’s pale neck. The Sharp Blade that had thrust out from Obsessive Sin’s belly stabbed into Duanmu Huai’s helmet, then flashed past, slicing most of it open.

If Obsessive Sin hadn’t hastily retreated, it might really have skewered Duanmu Huai’s head.

But on the flip side, if Obsessive Sin hadn’t backed off, then at the same moment Duanmu Huai’s head got pierced, the Chainsaw Sword in his hand would’ve cleaved Obsessive Sin’s head clean in half.

"Tch."

Duanmu Huai wiped the blood from his forehead, then narrowed his Eyes, staring at Obsessive Sin in front of him.

The latter still had that neither-male-nor-female Dead Demon look. Right now its two legs stood on the ground, each of its four arms holding a Sword, and from its burst-open belly protruded the upper half of another Spirit race. This one’s white hair hung down to the floor, it wore Armor, and held a Blood Blade in its hand, looking like some kind of warrior.

But judging from its Spirit race-like body size and the dark-purple Armor it wore, this thing clearly wasn’t anything normal either.

"Spirit Race’s Death God? What, you finally popped out wailing? How come only half of you came out?"

Duanmu Huai gripped his Chainsaw Sword, staring at the two Spirit Clan Gods awkwardly fused together in front of him.

"Didn’t think you loved mommy this much, huh? Won’t even come all the way out of her belly?"

"........."

The latter stayed silent, just glaring death at Duanmu Huai, then lifted its sword blade to point at him.

"The destroyer of the Spirit race shall be destroyed by the Spirit race!"

That eerie, hoarse Spirit race tongue bellowed from the mouth of the Spirit Race’s Death God, while Obsessive Sin let out a shrill, lewd cackle. It twisted its ugly body in delight, looking at Duanmu Huai with a cold, sinister grin.

No one knew whether this had been set up from the beginning or if Obsessive Sin had pulled some trick, but it was obvious that right now the Spirit Race’s Death God was not, as the prophecy claimed, locked in a fight-to-the-death with Obsessive Sin. On the contrary, the two seemed to have formed some kind of alliance front and were now ganging up on him.

"Whatever. It’s not like I ever pinned my hopes on those mumbo-jumbo riddles of the Spirit race anyway."

Duanmu Huai swung his Chainsaw Sword, flicking off the blood. At least the "birth" of the Spirit Race’s Death God had delayed Obsessive Sin this long; in his view, that was already pretty good. If he hadn’t forced that bastard into a difficult labor inside Obsessive Sin’s belly, Duanmu Huai wouldn’t have been able to deal with it so easily in this world.

But still......

"I’m not fighting alone either."

"—————————!!!"

As Duanmu Huai spoke, a low, drum-like pounding suddenly echoed around them, as if someone were banging on a huge drum. Then the wall to the side exploded into powder. A bizarre, grotesque figure appeared before everyone’s Eyes.

On the outside it looked like a huge tree, pitch-black, with only trunk and branches and no leaves. In truth, this being’s body was a massive lump of flesh sprouting thick black tentacles, and its legs were like enormous, heavy goat hooves.

A stench like that of a crypt wafted off its body, quickly filling the wide theater before them.

"———————!"

Seeing this Monster, Obsessive Sin’s expression twisted slightly; clearly, it didn’t like this thing. Now that was a surprise — Duanmu Huai had figured, given Obsessive Sin’s sense of aesthetics, it’d be into a Black Goat kid. I mean, they’re both the same level of disgusting, right?

Looks like this should be called... mutual repulsion between the same kind?

Unfortunately, neither Obsessive Sin nor the Shinigami suffered any SAN value drop from seeing the Black Goat kid, which left Duanmu Huai a bit disappointed.

"All right, since everyone’s here."

Duanmu Huai spoke as he reached out, grabbed his cracked helmet, and tossed it aside. Then he gripped his Chainsaw Sword tight and stared hard at the two Deities in front of him.

"Then let’s just......"

However, before Duanmu Huai could finish, two lines of system prompts suddenly popped up in front of his Eyes.

[Obsessive Sin gazes straight at you. Your appearance shocks Obsessive Sin to the core. It cannot believe that in this world there actually exists something so utterly devoid of any aesthetic sense. Obsessive Sin loses 1D6 SAN value, Obsessive Sin gains "Violent Tendencies" (it can’t wait to erase you from this world)]

[Shinigami Yiniyege gazes straight at you. Your appearance leaves Yiniyege utterly aghast. It cannot imagine that among the monkey Race there could appear such a deformed mutant. Yiniyege loses 1D6 SAN value, Yiniyege gains "Mania" (in its eyes, the Spirit race, pinnacle of beauty, being wiped out by your hands is the greatest insult to the Spirit race)]

"........."

Staring at the system prompts before him, Duanmu Huai fell silent for a moment, then clenched his Chainsaw Sword.

"I’ll fuck your ancestors!!"

The next instant, with a furious roar, Duanmu Huai leapt up, charging at the Spirit race ahead like a berserk beast. At the same time, the Black Goat offspring let out a deafening bellow, extending its tentacles and lashing at the enemies before it!

In the next moment, the three sides were locked in a chaotic brawl.

Duanmu Huai and the Black Goat offspring flanked left and right, launching Attacks simultaneously at the Spirit Clan God before them. Meanwhile, Obsessive Sin and the Shinigami, who according to prophecy were supposed to fight each other to the death, now looked like a pair of buddy-buddy conjoined brothers. Obsessive Sin swung the Sharp Blade in its hand, batting away the Black Goat offspring’s tentacles again and again. On the other side, Duanmu Huai swung his Chainsaw Sword, clashing with the Shinigami.

"Pinnacle of beauty, the Spirit race!? What the hell is pretty about the Spirit race!?"

Duanmu Huai swung his Chainsaw Sword, slamming hard into the Shinigami before him as he roared.

"Those damned bean sprouts, look at your bodies—you look like some damn Dead Demon! Not even a bit of muscle, flimsy trash that’ll topple over in a light breeze! And those stretched-out shoehorn faces of yours! Plus those same disgusting squinty Eyes! You’ve got the nerve to call yourselves the pinnacle of beauty? Just you bunch of neither-male-nor-female perverts? Trash?"

The Chainsaw Sword in Duanmu Huai’s hand rose and fell in wide, brutal arcs, every strike enough to shatter a mountain range. But the Spirit Race’s Death God clearly didn’t earn its name for nothing. Even with only half its body protruding from Obsessive Sin’s belly, it still gripped its Longsword tight, using the refined Spirit race Sword Technique to deflect Duanmu Huai’s Attacks again and again.

It might be able to block Duanmu Huai’s relentless Attacks, but there was no way it could block his nonstop trash talk. Duanmu Huai was absolutely fuming at this point, cursing the Spirit race’s The gods at the top of his lungs, sneering that Isha was Corrupted Foil’s personal RBQ, that the so-called mother of the Spirit race would rather be used as a "cup" by some fat shut-in than kill herself. As expected, what kind of Deity a Race has says it all—this Spirit race Mother God was just like the brats she birthed, going full ahegao all day and not giving a damn about anything.

Then he naturally shifted to ranting about the Spirit race’s congenital flaws—especially the disaster they caused by spreading their little "teach-and-breed" everywhere like rabbits, and their filthy, shameless habit of flaunting Ancient Saints’ creations as if they were their own, a culture as low and repulsive as common thieves. Plus those neurotic The gods they worship......

As a player, Duanmu Huai was also a long-seasoned flame-war veteran online. Now he was in full flow, hacking at the Shinigami while bellowing that the Spirit race was the Milky Way’s biggest case of syphilis, that they should’ve been wiped out ages ago to bring peace to this Universe. The fact that they’d dragged out their pathetic existence until now, only to be finished off by him, was already letting them live far too long on discount. By the way, he very "kindly" informed the Shinigami that once he killed the Shinigami and Obsessive Sin, every last Spirit race Soul would be tossed into the Stars of his own Divine Realm to "shine" for the Tribunal’s future; as for the Spirit race—from this moment on, they’d vanish forever, never again remembered by any civilization, these skinny-monkey-looking, crude, barbaric, low-born, filthy Alien Hybrids!

"I’m going to kill you!!!"

The poor Shinigami had only just awakened and was obviously no match for Duanmu Huai when it came to flaming. Even though it knew this was part of the bastard’s psychological warfare, hearing Duanmu Huai’s tirade still made it want to run him through on the spot. With a furious roar, its Longsword twisted, switching from Defense to offense; after batting aside Duanmu Huai’s Attack, it immediately unleashed a storm of counterstrikes!

But in truth, the Shinigami overlooked one thing: Duanmu Huai’s trash talk wasn’t just meant to piss it off.

"You stupid idiot!!"

As the Shinigami stepped forward, lunging at Duanmu Huai, its body naturally tugged at the other half it shared—Obsessive Sin, who at that moment was swinging its Sharp Blade, severing the Black Goat offspring’s tentacles again and again. Although it was weaving a tight, seamless web of sword blade Defense, that forward yank from the Shinigami suddenly disrupted Obsessive Sin’s motion, opening a tiny gap in its perfect Defense net. A thick, black tentacle seized the chance to slip through, coiling tightly around Obsessive Sin’s arm.

"Damn—————!"

Obsessive Sin roared, feeling a kind of ultimate terror for the first time in its existence; it had never experienced such an emotion before. From the Black Goat offspring poured forth a feeling utterly pure, devoid of any impurity. Assimilation, reproduction, an overwhelming Desire that crushed all other feelings, forcing an ear-splitting scream from Obsessive Sin.

"Aaaaarghhhh!!!"

As it turned out, Obsessive Sin was, at the end of the day, just a local tyrant swaggering around the Milky Way boonies. In the instant it came into contact with the Black Goat offspring, in the instant it beheld the true mother of the countless living beings of the infinite Universe, even it couldn’t withstand that dimensionality-reducing spiritual pollution. The fragile, multicolored, evil Desires it had birthed from the Spirit race had no resistance whatsoever before that pure will.

It was like someone showing off a fancy Sword flourish, only to get dropped by a single bullet.

The piercing shriek naturally affected the Shinigami, which had yet to fully separate from it, and its offensive instantly faltered.

Seeing this, Duanmu Huai didn’t hesitate in the slightest. He lunged forward, his Chainsaw Sword roaring as it thrust straight at the Shinigami before him!