"Ahhh—!!!"
Pompeii's agonized screams echoed through the entire Kasel Academy.
Even Lu Mingfei, upon hearing that chilling cry, couldn't help but shudder, as if every hair on his body stood on end.
"What did he make Pompeii eat?!" He looked at Pompeii, who was twisting and convulsing, continuously sprouting sticky tentacles, as if he had completely mutated. He said in horror.
"No, I don't know."
Lu Mingze swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "I guess it's probably related to Pompeii's power!"
But what could it be that could turn a Dragon, into that... 'monster'?
Could it be that Lu Mingze and Lu Mingfei had a sudden telepathic connection?
Both instantly thought of the strange entities Mr. 'Adam' had mentioned, those eerie beings from the depths of the starry sky!
"Zaratul!!!"
Pompeii's scream, filled with resentment and hatred, twisted into a mental pressure that weighed down on them.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind swept through!
Both Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze simultaneously felt the mental impact!
The twisted, ugly, and loathsome terrifying scream felt as though countless tentacles were wrapping around their souls, dragging them into the pitch-black abyss.
"Don't look, brother!"
Lu Mingze shouted loudly.
Both of them closed their eyes at the same time, not daring to look at 'Pompeii' any longer.
"Ahhh… ahhh…"
Pompeii's wailing cry lingered in the clouds, not ceasing for a long time.
He himself was facing a terrifying transformation. A gel-like substance covered his body, and fine scales grew continuously.
More and more sticky tendrils sprouted from all parts of his body, writhing wildly. At the ends of these tendrils, blood-red eyes opened one by one.
Sequence Three was the threshold before entering the [Angel] stage. Under normal circumstances, digesting the potion would take a long time.
But having neither fully digested the potion, nor mastered the transformation technique, and being completely unaware of any spiritual concepts, Pompeii, without conducting any ritual, recklessly drank the potion and entered 'Sequence Three Potion,' which was equivalent to completely handing over his soul and mind to the potion for control!
The price of such an action was complete insanity!
Boom——!
A terrifying sonic boom exploded in the sky, accompanied by the wailing winds of a violent storm.
The gathering dark clouds formed into a face, eerily similar to Pompeii's, but quickly twisted into the image of a monstrous octopus-like creature.
"The power is beginning to manifest."
Zaratul looked up at the sky, his expression unchanged from beginning to end: "Whether he can successfully step into Sequence Three depends on his willpower."
Silver-white lightning snakes flickered through the clouds, carrying an aura of destruction and tyranny.
The hurricane howled wildly between heaven and earth, and the terrifying mental field expanded to hundreds and thousands of meters. Wherever it passed, the very fabric of space trembled.
Everyone could feel the weight of a massive stone pressing down on their hearts!
The terrifying mutation continued!
Pompeii's body began to swell, from its original human size to a horrifying form several dozen meters tall, like a massive hill.
Though it still vaguely resembled a human figure, it now had a head resembling that of an octopus, with numerous tentacles. His body was covered in scale-like, gel-like substance.
His giant toes crushed the ground beneath him, and behind him sprouted a pair of narrow, elongated wings. His bloated, grotesque body continuously emitted a disgusting, slimy substance.
"Ah, hey! That's copyright infringement!"
Zaratul looked at Pompeii, now fully 'mutated,' his face twitching slightly.
Wasn't this just the image of Cthulhu? Why would a mythical creature from the Tyrant path transform into this?
But before he could think much more, the enormous creature locked onto him as its target!
"Zara... Tul."
Despite the consciousness being on the verge of collapse, hatred remained deeply engraved in his bones.
Pompeii's face twisted, but in his crimson eyes, there was a deep hatred and resentment.
Zaratul calmly lifted his head, locking eyes with Pompeii. Their gazes collided, creating ripples in the void.
"Oh? You actually made it through?"
He was slightly surprised. Through spiritual observation, he found that Pompeii had managed to briefly suppress the 'madness' with his hatred. He was a bit astonished.
"Zara! Tul!"
Thunder roared, and a brilliant flash of lightning seemed as if it would tear the sky apart.
Pompeii looked down from above, gazing at the tiny old man below as if he were an insignificant ant. A cruel smile appeared on his face. "I will kill you!!!"
"I'm almost reluctant," Zaratul sighed lightly, watching the almost-mad Pompeii.
"If you were given a bit more time, and with my help from the side, it might actually be possible to suppress the madness completely. You might even advance to Sequence Two [Angel], who knows?"
Pompeii's potential was unquestionable.
Without the ability to digest the Beyonder potion through the acting method, he had still managed to suppress the madness of Sequence Three. That was impressive in itself!
If he were given more time, with 'Spectator' assisting him, it might not be impossible for him to step into Sequence Two [Angel].
But… it was ultimately impossible.
Setting aside the time issue, the requirements to exchange for 'Sequence Two' were too expensive to afford.
"Forget it, Sequence Three is enough."
Zaratul dismissed the distracting thoughts in his mind and his pupils turned a calm, faint gold. "It's time for the harvest."
"Zaratul!!!"
Pompeii roared in fury as he suppressed the madness.
Then, the sky, filled with dark clouds, thundered with a deafening roar, accompanied by fierce winds and rain.
Silver-white lightning gathered thickly in the clouds, pouring down in overwhelming torrents, the destructive aura flooding the area for hundreds of meters, as if a thunderstorm forest had appeared.
Dream weaving!
The next moment, Zaratul's figure slowly shattered like foam.
He traversed the void of dreams, dodging a large-scale lightning strike, then stretched out his right hand.
His five fingers suddenly clenched, easily grasping the mental gate of Pompeii's empty consciousness, manipulating it to open, silently and like a ghost, slipping inside.
In a direct confrontation, he definitely wouldn't be Pompeii's match.
After all, he was a Tyrant Path, Sequence 3, a Beyonder powerhouse who, in Lord of Mysteries World, would be considered a local tyrant.
However, the Spectator Path never engages in direct confrontation.
Especially when facing a Sequence 3 who has no defense at the mental level, infiltration is almost too easy.
The realm of the subconscious appeared before him: an island of consciousness, shrouded in a thunderstorm.
That was 'Pompeii's' mental island!
But Zaratul did not rush in. Every living being's mental island has some form of subconscious resistance.
And the Dragon Clan's spiritual domain has the embodiment of 'power and authority.'
Unless the 'true body' is called, with his current ability, if he entered Pompeii's mental island, he'd likely return to his true form in a matter of moments.
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