Chapter 1135: Rotation and Slaying the Evil

Chen Ling's hollow corpse was devoured by the surrounding red paper. With his death, the monster in front of them seemed to have completely broken free from some kind of restraint, surging in all directions with an almost infinite posture!

The red cloud ignited from the cliff like fire, and countless out-of-control red papers rushed straight into the sky, eventually covering the entire sky...

Jack of Diamonds saw this scene, his eyes full of astonishment and confusion. "Did he just... commit suicide?"

"That's right," Sun Bumian shrugged.

"But for Heart, this is a daily routine."

Jack of Diamonds: ?

It wasn't just Jack of Diamonds; even the High Priest couldn't understand all this.

Chen Ling was clearly dead, so why could the monster's body still move? Why did his aura become even more terrifying after death?

The High Priest carried the bone club, stood in the center of the blood-red village, and stared fixedly at the surging red sky... Two black, crescent-like pupils slowly opened from the sky, as if someone were looking through the sky, playfully overlooking the ant-like earth.

At the same time, all the shadow centipedes hiding on the cliff trembled. They prostrated respectfully on the ground, not daring to make any movement under that scarlet sky, as if they were praying for their King to show mercy and spare their lives.

“@*！&#！！！！！”

The High Priest finally sensed the source of that aura from the surging Calamity aura at this moment, and a flash of terror crossed his pitch-black pupils...

He didn't understand why the Calamity of Mockery would appear here, and why it would mix into the Jiangtian Cult in a semi-human posture... But one thing was certain: the Calamity of Mockery had already regarded him as a meal on the plate.

Knowing there was no way to retreat, the High Priest could only grip the bone club, bite the bullet, let out a roar, and take the initiative to rush toward the sky!

……

【Current Expectation: 62%】

【Connection to actor lost, performance interrupted】

【Audience Expectation -50】

【Current Expectation: 12%】

【Warning! Warning!】

【Audience beginning to intervene in the performance!】

*Ding—ding—ding...*

Blinding spotlights lit up above the stage, and lines of deep green characters drifted across the screen.

Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes, but didn't get up immediately. He lay on the floor for a good while before standing up leisurely.

He looked back at the huge curtain behind him, which was displaying the scene of the Calamity of Mockery fighting the High Priest outside... The High Priest, who had been full of pressure when facing Chen Ling just now, was now being beaten like a sandbag, being smashed heavily to the ground with a slap just after leaping up.

After so many deaths, Chen Ling had long since figured out the relationship between audience expectation and the power of the Calamity of Mockery. This time, when he died, 12% of the expectation remained. The audience that went out could probably exert the strength of a Seventh Rank, and coupled with the Calamity of Mockery's own suppression of the Jiangtian Cult, beating the High Priest should be no problem.

Chen Ling walked straight to the curtain and tentatively stretched his five fingers out behind it...

The Fourth Wall, which should have been extremely hard, was as soft as jelly in front of Chen Ling now, which meant that if he wanted to, he could pass through this wall without effort and regain his body.

If it were before, it would have been almost impossible for Chen Ling to do this with his own strength, but now he had mastered a part of the power of the Calamity of Mockery, and 12% was exactly the node where he could come and go freely... Long before the ritual began, Chen Ling had already thought of this offensive and defensive strategy based on the audience expectation at that time.

If you can fight with your own strength, do it yourself. If you can't win, commit suicide and swap in the Calamity of Mockery!

"There's still plenty of time."

"Since you've already stepped onto the stage... don't think about leaving."

Under the spotlight, Chen Ling's bright red theatrical robe emitted a blood-like shimmer. He slowly raised his palm and clawed forcefully at his own face!

Rip—!!

Red and black flames ignited between his fingers. As embers danced, a ferocious Nuo mask replaced his original skin, exposed to the air. The red theatrical robe moved without wind, and as the flames flowed, it was refined into a magnificent red-and-black gold-embroidered garment.

As Chen Ling summoned the Nuo mask, the soul of 'Yao' residing within it was stimulated. His palm crossed the fourth wall and pressed forcefully toward the outside world!

The next moment, black shadows surged out from behind the fourth wall as if summoned from thin air!

[God Descent]!

These figures were all the audience members who had just seized the chance to rush onto the stage, and they were also a key component of the Calamity of Mockery outside. Having just been happily beating up the Archbishop, they were dragged directly back to the stage by Chen Ling, a trace of confusion still lingering in their scarlet eyes.

"Opportunities are rare; let's take them in batches."

In the center of the stage, wearing the red-and-black robe, he stretched his body. A chilling, murderous glint reflected off the ferocious Nuo mask, and his eyes flashed with high-spirited fighting intent, as if he no longer viewed this as a stage, but as a life-or-death arena!

After several days, Chen Ling once again activated [Slaying the Evil]!

For other fusionists, Slaying the Evil can be performed at any time, but for Chen Ling, it is not so... There is the limitation of the fourth wall between him and the audience, so he can only begin Slaying the Evil when the audience voluntarily steps onto the stage.

The audience's expectation value dropping into the controllable range below 20 is not something that happens easily, so Chen Ling did not intend to let this opportunity slip. Whether they come in batches or not, he was going to round up all the audience members who had run up this time!

As Chen Ling completed the God Descent, the originally bright spotlight began to flicker.

In the dim light, Chen Ling's figure was like a ghost. He lunged from his spot, his hands fiercely grabbing the shoulders of the nearest audience member, tearing a rift right through them!

The audience member's scarlet eyes showed terror and anger, but the next moment, Chen Ling's mouth bit directly into the wound, and the two of them crashed heavily to the ground!

……

Boom—!!!

Blood-colored silk ribbons, like the tentacles of a giant octopus, swung down from the firmament, slamming the Archbishop—who had just launched himself into the air—into the ground like a fly!

The now-liberated Calamity of Mockery possessed power levels sufficient to suppress the Archbishop. The terrifying force shook half the village into ruins. Amidst the cracked earth, the Archbishop’s chest was covered in gruesome wounds, his entire body stained blood-red.

Even so, the Archbishop's body did not collapse. He stared fixedly at the red monster that had become the sky, using his bone staff to support his body, attempting to stand up from the ground bit by bit...

As an eerie red light climbed onto the giant eye in the sky, the next moment, the land where the Archbishop stood seemed to come alive. It was suddenly imbued with a certain spirituality, and the original cracks visibly transformed into two rows of ferocious fangs that suddenly snapped shut!

The Archbishop, caught in the center of the rift, was like something inside the mouth of a giant beast. Before he could react, he was instantly squeezed by the giant mouth formed by the earth and chewed frantically, emitting a series of scalp-tingling, thunderous sounds.