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As expected, those beings were involved in the creation of this seal...
Well, if we don't know who it is, let's just blame it on Nyaruko, the legendary, indescribable goddess of scapegoating.
"Alright, the sacrifice is almost over anyway, it'll be too late for you to get there. But don't worry, we won't kill you, we'll let you live to witness despair."
Count Santiago's voice gradually turned cold, but Chang Yan retorted at this moment, saying:
"Ha, so which old fool was so angry just now, acting like he'd been cuckolded, and kept trying to kill me?"
"Heh, there's nothing I can do. After all, I'm getting old and my mind's a bit muddled. Who told you to wear such ugly clothes? If my fashion designer dared to design clothes like that for me, he'd be out of my sight in the next second. Alright, goodbye, scum. The sacrifice has begun, so you'd better stay here. Oh, right, I have some good news for you—the one we're summoning this time is not my lord."
What? You believers captured so many sacrifices, and it wasn't to summon that guy?
With a strange wriggling sound, the place fell into complete silence.
Chang Yan's figure suddenly appeared in the center of this space, standing next to the tape recorder.
He wasn't worried about whether someone had left something on the tape recorder; he boldly picked it up and turned it on.
"Before listening to this recording, please make sure there are no other living beings around, otherwise I can't guarantee they won't turn into a strange bunch of creatures."
—A familiar yet unfamiliar voice!
—No mistake, this is my voice, and it is also [my] voice.
"Ah, I should say it's been a long time, me. Oh right, don't give a silly answer, after all, this is just a recording."
Haha, only a fool would believe that.
He was certain that if that guy wanted to, he could use this thing to have a conversation, and who knows, he might even conjure up a bunch of disgusting monsters while talking.
All things that hear the voice of God will receive their own revelation.
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4K again, I feel like I'm overdrawn...
Chapter 335 Mission Failure and the Shattered Mask
“First of all, Count Santiago was telling the truth. The sacrificial ritual that followed did not summon me.”
It's a scam!
Chang Yan's eyes suddenly sharpened.
Do you really think you'd stay put in a place without Coke, internet, or even a bed?
I! Don't! Believe!
"Are you thinking that I'll stay in that place where there's no Coke, no internet, and not even a bed, right?"
You bastard, you actually read my mind.
"No, no, no, I can't possibly read your mind from this far away. I'm just guessing."
Grass bump (艹皿艹)!
"Although there's no Coke, no internet, and not even a bed here, I can still find some amusement in some oddities. Look, even though I can't drink Coke, I can drink nectar. Even though there's no bed here, I can soak in the Fountain of Life."
"But you don't have internet there!"
As the saying goes, it hits the nail on the head and grasps the key point.
"...I can make a bunch of stunningly beautiful, naked fairies sing and dance in front of me—"
"But you don't have internet there!"
As the saying goes, it's about holding onto this point tightly.
"...I can summon a large group of beautiful monster girls—"
"But! You! Don't! Have! Internet! There!"
"...I can play real-life PUBG—"
"But you don't have internet there, lalalala!"
The common saying "showy" was uttered with reduplicated sounds.
Hehe, a recording?
Which recording service can have such a seamless conversation with me?
That's so fake...
"Enough! I admit you won, let's get back to recording."
Hehe, you can't argue with me, so you've exposed yourself.
Chang Yan gave the tape recorder the middle finger, but quickly put it down.
Isn't this me despising myself...?
"Now, if you unleash your ultimate ability, in conjunction with your teammate who has already infiltrated, you can interrupt the summoning ritual. So, the choice is: do you not unleash your ultimate ability and let the sacrifice complete, or do you unleash your ultimate ability to interrupt the summoning ritual?"
Is not this nonsensical.
So, make a choice, me, and—
what!
besides?
Chang Yan's pupils shrank instantly, and a chilling killing intent enveloped his heart.
—This feeling is somewhat familiar, yet very strange!
"call out--"
"Repulsive field—"
A powerful repulsive force exploded from his body, repelling everything around Chang Yan. Naturally, the playing cards and knife that were flying towards him were also deflected far away.
"Wow, that's a terrifying ability. But, Mr. Chang Yan, who's incredibly handsome, are you sure you don't want to disrupt the sacrificial ritual?"
"You are... that clown? I see, so you're one of his followers too?"
Chang Yan exhaled and took off the mask from his face.
Wearing it on my face makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
"A believer? Well, how should I put it, I don't think so."
The clown opposite tilted his head, fiddling with a small knife, his tone somewhat uncertain.
"It shouldn't count?"
I asked you if you were a cult member, and you told me "I don't think so?"
Chang Yan pondered whether to kill the guy in front of him first, or to unleash his ultimate move to disrupt the sacrificial ritual.
There seems to be no comparison between them, right?
Just a clown—
"O infinite dragon god, please continue to display your mighty power once more!"
The power belonging to the Infinite Dragon God Orpheus filled Chang Yan's body.
Unlike the "snakes" that Orpheus casually threw out, this power far surpassed those "snakes" in both "quality" and "quantity".
Well, as for how Chang Yan obtained this power, you can use your imagination.
"—"
Chang Yan casually threw a large ball of energy blasts in the direction of the clown, and then they flew into the holes that were exposed in the walls.
“BOOOOM——”
The clown's eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he used teleportation to dodge the wave blast, whose explosive power was comparable to a bundle of hand grenades.
"Ah, why are you running so fast? Speaking of which, you should know about the system's mission by now. What exactly does it mean that you called me here?"
Instead of chasing after Chang Yan, the clown squatted down next to the tape recorder and spoke, occasionally poking the recorder with his finger.
"Ah, it's basically giving you a choice: stop the sacrifice or continue it. But it doesn't matter; even if the sacrifice succeeds, I won't be able to get out. You don't need to worry about this mission this time. Smash the tape recorder later; there's something I left for you inside—"
"Snapped--!"
Before the recording on the tape recorder had finished playing, the clown smashed the tape recorder with a single slap, revealing several strange objects inside.
SCP-109 (Infinite Water Bottle)
SCP-005 (Master Key)
A pocket watch that freezes time
"Wow, that's great. Since we said we don't need to worry about it, then let's ignore it—Pfft!"
The clown had just finished packing his things and stood up when he felt a gust of wind approaching him. Before he could even dodge, a powerful fist slammed into his face, the terrifying force shattering the mask on the right side of his face.
The fist pierced through his facial muscles and skull, even going straight through the Joker's entire face. The fist and part of his arm entered from the right side of his face and emerged from the left.
Bloody muscle and pale bone fragments were mixed together, with blue veins wrapped around them, making it incredibly nauseating. The clown's teeth had been pierced through his own muscles by fists, and one by one, they fell to the ground mixed with blood.
How is this possible! At this speed!
Damn common sayings!
The clown's eyes widened, his heart filled with disbelief and a raging fire of anger.
Despite his anger, the Joker used his remaining two teleportation abilities just before his mask shattered completely, teleporting directly to the space above where the three paths branched off.
(Mission failed. Attention, host: The clowns are about to descend upon reality.)
......
Tsukishiro Michimitsu had a gloomy, gruesome "shattered face" before eating the broken clown mask nailed to his face with his hand.
The moment his palm touched the clown mask, tiny teeth sprouted from his skin, chewing and swallowing the fragments of the mask.
The moment his hand was lowered, the injuries on his face had fully healed, but you could still see the muscles in his face bulging and twitching from time to time.
"call out--"
"when--"
A playing card sliced through the air and shot towards Tsukishiro Doman, but was blocked by a playing card he flicked out with his other hand.
"I'm in a bad mood right now, clown. So, try to make me laugh."
Tsukishiro Michimitsu said calmly, and then a small, gleaming knife appeared in his hand.
He has now forcibly retained only the skill "The Joker's performance will never be unprepared," and has lost all other skills.
But right now, isn't there a living, breathing killer clown right in front of me?
Chapter 336 Let us all bear the weight of your sins!
The killer clown didn't speak, but silently marked him.
Meanwhile, Tsukishiro Doman remained calm and composed, seemingly unconcerned that Chang Yan, who had almost blown his head off with a punch, was on his way here.
Because he opened a pocket watch and said indifferently:
"The world—"
Time stopped flowing—
In the first second, he walked up to the killer clown.
The next second, he pulled out his own eyes.
In the third second, he shoved it into the Joker's heart.
In the fourth second, he turned around and started walking again.
.......
Then time began to flow—