Chapter 620: Doomsday Carnival
A corner of Mars.
Gazing at the colossal celestial body hurtling towards the ground, poised to unleash destruction, the Black Beast tribe, sensing the arrival of the apocalypse, had even their chieftain abandon all struggle, rallying everyone to embark on a doomsday carnival.
Orc-like beings, their rough, brownish-black skin only partially covered by a few wraps of coarse linen around their waists, were now living in a drunken stupor, indulging freely in pleasure with the implicit consent of their leader.
Anesthetic beverages, rarely seen on ordinary days and previously hoarded deep within the tribe's stores, were now all hauled out from the cellars. Even the scarce food supplies were distributed without restraint; after all, once this meal was consumed, there would be no need to worry about hunger ever again.
As for the long-eared captives, previously reserved only for the tribe's warriors, not a single one was left out; they were all dragged to the sacrificial plaza. Everywhere, Black Orcs were gathered in twos and threes, swarming a single long-eared captive, their hands roving over them.
"Cheers!" That was the sound of a few orcs clinking their cups.
"Damn it!" That was the sound of them cursing.
"Tear!" That was the sound of clothes being ripped.
For a time, the wild laughter of the orcs, the sounds of their drunken burps, and the cries of the long-eared captives resounded throughout the entire camp.
"Alas, we won't live to see the day the Serving Kingdom is born."
The Black Beast tribe's Great Chieftain, already in a state of sage mode, was at this moment holding a post-indulgence smoke between his lips, his expression serene, as he used his final moments to ponder his beastly life.
As for the small fries beside him, none paid any mind to the chieftain, who was a quick shooter; each was too busy enjoying themselves.
Even the few who usually excelled at flattering him had chosen to join the doomsday carnival. Only the faint wails of the long-eared captives spoke to the fact that not everyone was enjoying this reality.
When death is imminent, who cares for the future?
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"We shall avert the heavens' collapse!"
Just as the Black Beast tribe was amidst their doomsday carnival, that voice from Ying Huo suddenly resounded, startling several warriors so badly they wet themselves on the spot.
Instinctively, the orcs knew this was the voice of their god.
Divine might, like a crushing prison!
Of course, after the shock, came ecstasy!
"Their God hasn't abandoned us!"
They shoved away the long-eared captives beneath them and, with tears streaming down their faces, knelt on the ground to pray.
As a primitive tribe where divine and royal authority coexisted, the vast majority of the Black Beast tribe still retained a considerable degree of piety towards their deities.
The priests in the tribe, just like the chieftain, held exalted statuses, capable of dictating life and death with a single word.
However, amidst their despair, they had chosen to vent rather than to pray.
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As soon as Ying Huo's words rang out, nearly all native life forms remaining on Mars rekindled their belief in life.
Through countless threads of faith, dense as a spiderweb, their vision pierced through layers of obstruction, allowing them to directly "see" the two-hundred-meter-tall giant that Ying Huo had transformed into.
Alas, these primitive tribes, who hadn't even fully unified and propagated their systems of weights and measures, had no idea how massive the Moon truly was; they merely blindly believed that their God was omnipotent.
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"If I survive this, I'll release all these long-eared captives."
The ice mugwort serving as the Great Chieftain's post-indulgence smoke had, at this moment, burned down to its end.
Having walked a circle between life and death, it suddenly felt that the Serving Kingdom it had always strived to build seemed so utterly meaningless now.
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"Blazing Sun River, fire!"
Immediately following Ying Huo's transformation, Edward Teach also triggered the penultimate step in his plan.
The Moon's star-annihilating weapon—Blazing Sun—activated its second mode, the auxiliary mode, linking up with the spirit energy network system that enveloped the entire planetary fortress.
A long river composed purely of spirit energy surged forth from the Blazing Sun's launch well, piercing through a pre-prepared opening in the artificial atmosphere and hurtling towards Mars with terrifying speed.
"You're up next." Edward Teach, with the utmost speed, transmitted the parts of the plan related to Bai Mo. "Once this is done, consider it an extra favor I owe you."
"Good luck."
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Bai Mo raised his right hand, his palm facing the Blazing Sun River.
A dense expanse of darkness surged from his palm, instantly engulfing several hundred square meters around him.
Neither naked eye nor spirit energy vision could perceive anything within this area save for absolute blackness.
He unleashed his ability to absorb energy, preparing to welcome the torrent of spirit energy that had traveled all the way from the Moon to "remotely charge" him.
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The clash between light and darkness unfolded somewhat differently from what others might have imagined; they merged silently, or rather, it was more like a perfect fusion.
The pure spirit energy originating from the spirit energy network system was absorbed almost without resistance by the black hole Bai Mo had opened. At the junction of light and darkness, an Oreo-like color briefly appeared, only to immediately recede into darkness once more.
Bai Mo's right arm, supporting the black hole, began to swell. Soon, it grew from the thickness of a normal person's arm to that of a normal person's thigh.
But this was far from its limit. The arm, now as thick as a thigh, was further compressed by the frenzied influx of spirit energy until it became even thicker than his waist.
Next, his shoulder and back adjacent to his right hand were stimulated by the spirit energy, causing a wing to sprout.
The spirit energy continued to course through him, his left hand, left leg, and right leg all successively succumbed, transforming into bulging masses of muscle, and a left wing likewise emerged.
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"Has he lost his sense of pain?" Edward Teach keenly observed that despite the extreme changes to Bai Mo's body, his expression remained utterly unchanged.
According to his past experiments, when a body was rapidly reinforced by such immense quantities of spirit energy, even if it was just a clone, a portion of the pain would still return to the main body.
The bone-deep agony of forcibly altering one's body was enough to stir even the most hardened warrior.
"Do you know what the two words 'Myriad Forms' mean?" Bai Mo seemed to discern Edward Teach's confusion and began to explain on his own.
"It refers to a level where one can freely mimic the appearance, and even the microscopic structure, of any form of existence.
The only thing that can restrain us is our own racial self-cognition."
"Whatever we perceive ourselves to be, that is what we are. Male or female, black or white, human or beast – it fundamentally doesn't matter."
In just five seconds, Bai Mo shifted through five different faces to substantiate his words, one of which was Edward Teach's own face.
"I still want to be human..." Edward Teach, after hearing Bai Mo's words, adopted a serious expression.
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"This projection is still too weak."
The Blazing Sun River, concentrating the hope of the entire Moon, was a seventh-tier energy level. Injecting all of it into Bai Mo's sixth-tier clone was indeed a bit strenuous.
Numerous cracks, visible to the naked eye, began to gradually appear on Bai Mo's face and body, adding a sense of extreme inflation to his massive and distorted muscles.
PS: This broken book has reached sixty thousand collections. Writing about the Black Beasts to celebrate, those who know, know..
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