Chapter 593 -529 The Arrival of the Quasi-god Andersen!
“What on earth happened to him?”
In the eyes of Darren and others, the vague and humanoid outline of the black shadow gradually became clearer, but it only made everyone feel more uneasy.
Little Black initially seemed immersed in some profound emotion, but as time went by, it became increasingly violent.
Its body completely distorted and transformed as if torn by an invisible force, emitting a terrifying aura that made one’s heart palpitate. Those invisible eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness, gazing directly at everyone from the Fischer family and the Dawn Church present, revealing endless anger.
“Andersen!”
The black shadow suddenly let out an ear-splitting wail, a sound laden with endless pain and despair, echoing throughout the entire realm of the Spirit Realm, instilling fear in everyone’s hearts.
The name “Andersen” was both ancient and very familiar, causing a dramatic change in the expressions of the Fischer family members.
“Helen’s Destiny’s Trajectory is to attract mysterious beings and get to know them; most become friends, but a small part becomes unexpected trouble.”
Darren chuckled with a bit of helplessness in his eyes, “I thought Little Black was Helen’s most important friend, but it turns out to be the most deadly trouble!”
With the black shadow’s wail, the surrounding air trembled, and the scenery of the Spirit Realm became even more distorted and unstable.
The members of the Fischer family could feel that behind this power lay huge emotional fluctuations.
“Bad news! Run! Quick!”
Moter yelled out; he knew that Andersen was a fearsome Quasi-god, the source of countless “Andersen’s Disease” sufferers, and with people like Chris present, they were definitely no match.
Helen looked back at the increasingly collapsing Little Black with reluctance, but Chris still grabbed her arm and took her away directly.
Thankfully, “Little Black” didn’t seem to have any intention of pursuing.
Only Helen faintly heard a whisper.
“Don’t leave me behind…” “Please…”
The Fischer family and the Dawn Church members had already made a hasty retreat, looking to find the nearest doorway to leave this area.
Just as they passed through what seemed like an endless fog, a wave of unprecedented chill suddenly struck them, like the most piercing cold wind of winter slicing through their clothes and into their very marrow.
Then, in the darkness ahead, a vague shadow began to slowly take shape.
It was a figure like a humanoid black shadow, initially resembling an old doll abandoned in a corner, but as it manifested, an indescribable pressure enveloped the entire group.
The black shadow’s body seemed to continuously twist and expand, as if countless invisible hands were pulling at it, making its form grow increasingly fierce.
Those invisible eyes in the darkness flickered with a gloomy blue light, like two points of death in the abyss, staring directly at every member of the Fischer family, revealing deep sorrow and anger.
“Andersen!”
The black shadow’s wails echoed in the Spirit Realm like thunder, each syllable as if torn from the depths of the soul, filled with endless pain and despair.
The name was like a curse, leaving everyone present feeling an unparalleled shock!
Helen burst into tears.
Tears fell like rain.
She knew that Little Black might never come back.
With the black shadow’s wail, the air around them began to violently fluctuate, as if even time and space were twisted by this force.
Chris stared at the other party intently, his gaze revealing a complex emotion. The white skeleton also vibrated slightly, as if silently contesting this power.
“Boom!”
The originally calm and gloomy environment was shattered by a sudden and intense energy fluctuation, as if the entire space was trembling in anticipation of an impending great change!
At that moment, a colossal entity emerged abruptly from the void, its arrival like a falling star causing the entire Spirit Realm to quake.
Its body was enormous, covered with layers of black carapace, like a moving fortress from the abyss, exuding an oppressive force that made one’s heart palpitate.
Although “Andersen” is a conceptual existence and not a true life form, in the mysterious world of the Spirit Realm where various rules and fragments of consciousness mingle, it could undoubtedly manifest and take form.
Andersen’s body was covered in intricate patterns that seemed to be a collection of ancient runes, glittering with a ghostly blue light that merged with the atmosphere of the Spirit Realm, emitting an aura both mysterious and dangerous.
Its eyes, like two burning ghost fires, flashed with a blend of wisdom and madness.
With Andersen’s appearance, the surrounding air began to fluctuate violently, as powerful energy waves emanated from its body, sweeping the vicinity like a tempest.
Its tentacles danced in the air like Spirit Snakes, each one containing enough power to destroy everything in its path, and its massive maw resembled the gateway to the Abyss, seemingly ready to devour all life at any moment.
The members of the Fischer family felt an unprecedented crisis, having never seen such a powerful creature before, nor understanding why it had appeared here. Nevertheless, they knew they were standing on the brink of life and death.
“Can we really defeat it?”
Yeager couldn’t help but smile bitterly, for if their opponent was truly one of the Destruction Elements, the power of everyone except Chris was almost negligible in comparison.
Even Lord Chris would surely not win against a powerful Quasi-god!
The huge maw of the Spirit Realm Parasite wasn’t like that of a conventional creature—it was made up of multiple layers, each one like a carefully crafted work of art, full of power yet exuding a profound mystery.
The outermost ring consisted of sharp and sturdy blades that glittered coldly like precision cutting tools, capable of easily tearing through any obstruction. Following that, the middle layer of the maw was covered in complex, tooth-like structures that, while not as conspicuous as the outer blades, contained just as much power to chew and shred, seemingly crafted from some unknown alloy.
At the very heart of the maw was a deep, dark cavern that appeared to lead to another world.
Helen was in tears, knowing deep inside that it definitely wasn’t Little Black anymore, although unaware of what exactly had transpired, she felt that there was a profound connection between Little Black and Andersen.
And after Andersen’s arrival, Little Black had vanished without a trace.
“You, run.”
Lord Chris finally spoke.
His voice briefly calm, he uttered just a few words.
Then, he chose to stay behind alone, hoping to temporarily hold off Andersen.
Immediately, Darren said, “Uncle Chris, you must not die, the great Lord of the Lost will surely protect you!”
He also knew that the rest were only a burden, easily annihilated in the aftermath of a higher-level battle, so the best solution was for them to leave first.
The Fischer family prayed to the Lord of the Lost while they struggled onward, and eventually, amidst endless darkness and chaos, they found a swirling door emanating a faint light. Inside, it brimmed with countless flickering points of lights, as if connected to an infinite number of possible worlds.
They knew this was the pathway between the Spirit Realm and the real world they had been searching for.
In that moment, the members of the Fischer family didn’t hesitate and rushed toward the swirling door.
When the light gradually faded, they discovered they had returned to Nasir City in the real world, to the Grand Hall of Fischer Manor.
They had awakened.
The situation in the familiar Grand Hall allowed their weary bodies to relax somewhat, but Darren and the others were still very concerned about Chris’s condition.
“We’ll make it in time!”
Darren glanced at the Eternal Stone in his hand and quickly located the body of Chris stored in the Grand Hall, reaching out with a grave expression.
“Awaken!”
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Chris silently kept instant teleporting in the Spirit Realm, moving great distances in a short period.
Andersen was like a mobile source of disaster, relentlessly pursuing him; each of its breaths came with a trembling of space, each step causing the ground to shudder as if to swallow the entire Spirit Realm.
But he was certain of one thing.
Andersen did not possess the extraordinary power of a Quasi-god; in fact, it seemed more like a special puppet that had lost its extraordinary power, merely relying on instinct to give chase.
It could even be said that throughout the entire pursuit, it had not released any extraordinary power; it was simply utilizing its physical body.
Strange as it was, it gave Chris a chance to escape.
After a long struggle, he finally found another door within the Spirit Realm and slipped through it, arriving in a different area. Then, Chris suddenly heard Darren’s voice.
Following that, everything before his eyes became familiar; he had awakened.
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