Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

Ten days later.

In a border base city in the Land of Rebirth, the atmosphere in a closed, dimly lit conference room was extremely heavy.

Peterfsky, White Rose, and Zhou Kai were sitting around the conference table.

Although all traces of Japan had been erased from the minds of the three S-rank forbidden masters, some memories still remained.

They remember the sky filled with pink petals.

I remember that broken folding fan.

I also remember... that black Buddha's palm that fell from the sky and wiped everything away.

"call……"

Petrovsky took a deep drag on his cigar, the crimson glow illuminating his slightly haggard face.

"Everyone, I won't waste any more words."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice hoarse.

"Japan is gone, but that doesn't mean it's over."

"Over there on the Arctic continent... many twisted and chaotic things are awakening."

"The coastal areas of Dongsheng Prefecture have never been peaceful either."

At this point, he abruptly stubbed out his cigar and stared intently at the other two.

"Terror has resurfaced, and disaster is everywhere..."

"The Chauvin Empire proposes... forming a three-nation alliance to jointly resist the upheaval!!"

After Peterfsky finished speaking, the white rose fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, she pressed the communicator in her ear.

After a long while, she raised her head and slowly said, "After discussion, the Supreme Ruler of the Flame Dragon Empire... has agreed to form an alliance."

After the Yanlong Empire agreed to the alliance, Peterfsky's gaze turned to Zhou Kai.

Zhou Kai did not answer immediately.

He closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and looked devout, as if listening to divine pronouncements from the void.

The Temple of Rebirth, deep within the main hall.

Lin Chuan, seated on the lotus platform, quickly sensed Zhou Kai's prayer and call.

After learning everything, Lin Chuan fell into deep thought.

An alliance?

In his view, this was nothing more than ants huddling together for warmth.

But... if we could integrate the resources and foundations of these two great empires, that would be quite good.

After all, even he didn't want to face the eerie resurgence that was surging like a tide alone.

Cannon fodder is always needed.

"allow."

A grand, cold, and emotionless voice of rules transcended space and exploded directly in Zhou Kai's mind.

Zhou Kai was startled.

He slowly opened his eyes, a fanatical smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"May Buddha have mercy."

"Gentlemen, Buddha also agrees to the alliance."

……

at the same time.

The heartland of the Flame Dragon Empire.

A winding, turbid river rushes on and on, just like a thousand horses roaring and howling!

This river... is called the Guan River! It is also known as the "Guanshui River" or the "Guanjiang Ferry".

This area is often shrouded in rain and overcast skies, with reeds growing luxuriantly on both banks and a pervasive mist.

After the terrifying resurgence of the apocalypse, this place was designated as a forbidden area by the Flame Dragon Empire. Even top-tier monster tamers and forbidden masters dared not set foot here easily!

But at this very moment, a tall, elegant figure suddenly appeared on a barren mountain by the Guanhe River.

Upon closer inspection, the figure was indeed Sharang Hezziewey.

He was still wearing that well-tailored tuxedo, carrying his signature brass alarm clock.

But now, his expression was more solemn than ever before, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible... madness.

"Is this... the turning point of destiny?"

He murmured softly, his gaze piercing through the thick fog, landing on a dilapidated ancient temple atop the mountain.

That ancient temple has existed for who knows how many years.

The walls are mottled, the tiles have fallen off, and the stone lions at the entrance have long since weathered into a pile of rubble.

An ancient, decaying, yet extremely evil aura slowly emanated from inside the temple gate.

tick tock...tick tock...

The ticking of the alarm clock in Xia Lange's hand seemed to resonate with some frequency of the ancient temple.

He stepped forward and pushed open the rickety wooden door.

squeak...

A chilling wind swept over me.

There are no gods or Buddhas enshrined in the temple.

Only one enormous, bizarre sculpture sits in the very center.

The sculpture is composed of six twisted and intertwined human figures in different poses.

Some carried hunting forks, some led vicious dogs, and some carried longbows...

These are none other than the Six Venerables of Meishan from the myths and legends of the Yanlong Empire!

But at the moment.

They are no longer the gods of mythology.

Their limbs merged and intertwined, like wax figures melted by high temperatures, or like failed products of some kind of horrific experiment.

Six heads were crammed together, their expressions contorted in agony, as if enduring eternal torment.

"What a... perfect container."

Xia Lange gazed at the indescribable sculpture, a hint of infatuation flashing in his eyes.

"A taboo that has slumbered for countless years..."

"It's time... to wake up and greet your new master."

He placed the large alarm clock in his hand on the altar in front of the sculpture.

Then.

He opened his arms and began chanting the awakening incantation originating from the chaotic void.

"Ph'nglui...mglw'nafh...Meishan...wgah'nagl...fhtagn..."

With each syllable uttered, the surrounding space vibrates once.

Outside the temple, the surface of the Guanhe River began to boil, and countless dead fish floated to the surface, their white bellies turned up.

Click... Click...

As the incantation was performed.

The enormous sculpture began to... undulate.

The originally hard stone surface began to soften, and crimson blood seeped out.

The eyelids of those six ferocious heads began to tremble slightly, as if they were about to open.

A terrifying aura of rules, so suffocating that it reached the threshold of S-rank ninth level and even touched the SS-rank threshold, was slowly erupting!

"Gurgle..."

"hehe……"

"Croak..."

Six distinct yet equally violent and insane voices emanated from the sculpture's body, overlapping each other like an echo from hell.

Bang! !

Finally, the stone skin on the surface of the sculpture completely cracked.

It revealed a flesh and blood body inside that was bright red, moist, and covered with bluish-black blood vessels!

The sculpture has come to life!

The six bodies merged into a bloated, enormous monster with twelve arms flailing wildly in the air and six heads roaring simultaneously.

"Bravour to fate!"

As Xia Lange looked at the twisted being before him, his smile grew increasingly maniacal.

He suddenly pulled out the core "Clown King" card and slammed it hard onto the monster's forehead.

"With destiny as our hymn, we beckon our Lord...to His holy body!!"

"Come down, my Lord!"

"The great [Chess and Card Game Dominator]!!!"

Rumble!!!

When the "Clown King" card was affixed to the monster's forehead, the originally gloomy sky was instantly torn apart.

A gigantic, illusory chessboard, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles, suddenly descended upon the world.

And it was different from the time in the small town on the western continent.

This time.

It is no longer a phantom.

Instead, it carries a sense of solidity that almost crushes the real world!

On that chessboard, an overwhelming and terrifying will was frantically pouring into the Meishan monster below, following the card.

"Waaaaah!!!"

The deformed Meishan Six Taboos let out a scream of extreme pain.

Their deformed bodies are expanding, tearing apart, and reassembling.

A supreme rule belonging to the [Dominator] is forcibly rewriting the existence of this body.