Cyber ​​God: Abyss Walker

"Pfft!"

Without pulling the trigger, the bullet pierced the air at extremely high speed, heading straight for the spot Wang Yu had aimed at, and pierced a bloody hole in the chest of the Clown Mother Church bishop standing in the blood-painted magic circle.

"Mutation start!"

At the same time, his free hands had already stuffed the contaminant bottle into the transformation device at his waist. Metallization spread rapidly, and the outer layer of his body was covered with metal. This ability to cause abnormal pollution is a universal ability, just like photosynthesis. No matter when, extra defense is always good.

"Oh, it seems there are more things about you than I thought I knew."

Blood kept gushing from his throat, and his words were difficult and indistinct. The Bishop of the Clown Mother Church mumbled something, and his body fell backward, dying right in front of Wang Yu.

He was taken aback at first, but then he immediately realized something. The other party was probably not the real entity at all. After all, the other party could create that "puppet" that was almost indistinguishable from the Happy Clown. What was wrong with the other party pretending to be a fake "person" standing here and talking to him?

"Damn it, the judgment criteria are wrong. Those threads didn't originate from the bishop's body; they're ritual magic circles..."

Wang Yu's previous judgment was based on the illusory threads he glimpsed with the Inspiration Dice. The threads on the severed hand and the dummy spread all the way to the "Bishop" he had killed, so he assumed that the other party was the one who caused all of this.

But it wasn't until he killed the other party that Wang Yu realized that the threads were still there, and that they actually originated from the magic circle drawn with blood.

"The two abilities—creating false scenes to interfere with my five senses—are probably his own abilities as a sorcerer, while the ability to manipulate the human body like a puppet comes from rituals."

Wang Yu quickly assessed the bishop's abilities. As for why the bishop would attack someone unrelated to his sect's beliefs, it was probably just as that bastard had said—for fun, nothing more.

The Clown Saint Mother Cult is a motley crew of bastards. There are kind people who try to make others smile, and there are also reckless people like the bishop who only want to please themselves. In any case, all they pursue is "smiles," and how they achieve them is not important.

"That's a good thing. Since we know that what the other party wants is a performance that pleases them, then there's something we can use to our advantage."

If the bishop simply wanted to kill him, he could have prepared a dozen or twenty guns outside the door and shot him to death when he went out.

Even if the "Escapee" is triggered, Wang Yu would have almost no chance of avoiding a premeditated saturation attack. Now, at least the other party wouldn't choose such a "low-level" method to kill him.

Exhaling, Wang Yu turned and sprinted. His decision would not change. In the absence of information about the other party, escape was always the top priority. Now that he had figured out the ability to interfere with the five senses, climbing out of the window became a viable option.

However, the bishop clearly had no intention of letting Wang Yu go. Suddenly, a huge number of dense threads appeared before him, extending from the ritual array and entering the rooms where blood had seeped from the cracks in the doors. The next moment, these doors were suddenly opened, and a large number of people controlled by the threads rushed out.

"Should I be thankful that none of these people were carrying guns?"

Wang Yu's facial expression twitched. The people who rushed out of the room completely blocked his path. These people did not seem to be dead, but were just being controlled by the threads. Their faces were blank, and they were holding clubs and knives as they charged towards Wang Yu's location.

The bishop's abilities were the most powerful among all the sorcerers Wang Yu had ever seen, with a wide range of effects and astonishing results. This made him wonder if the inability of those controlled by him to use firearms was a limitation, just as the Silent Monks nullified technological creations while also being unable to use them themselves.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

He reloaded and fired continuously at the "puppet" charging towards him in the corridor, accurately hitting the target's vital parts: chest, neck, and forehead, knocking these beings who still needed their bodies intact to sustain life to the ground, fighting and retreating.

But soon, simple shooting could no longer effectively hinder these beings who were controlled by the threads and felt no fear or pain. As those in front fell, those behind took their place, using the corpses as shields to continue their advance.

The corpse blocked the bullet trajectory and also hindered Wang Yu's aim, preventing him from making the same fatal shot as before. Seeing the crowd rushing towards him while holding up the corpse, he could only give up shooting and quickly run away in the opposite direction.

"What does he want? Where does he want me to go..."

While quickly thinking about how to get out of his predicament, Wang Yu's gaze lingered on the happy clown bound to the wooden stake in front of him.

The mask on his face fell off for some reason as Wang Yu turned around, revealing a face underneath that was not particularly distinctive, but at this moment extremely ferocious, filled with rage, resentment, and murderous intent. Blood tears streamed down his face, and his mouth was stitched shut with needle and thread, forcibly pulling out a strange and incongruous smile.

"Snapped!"

Within Wang Yu's vision, influenced by the Inspiration Dice, something materialized out of thin air, transforming into an object that fell to the ground. At the same time, the Happy Clown's heart, which was already only weakly beating, completely stopped beating, and he died.

As Wang Yu rushed past the corpse, he grabbed the object that had fallen to the ground. It was an inflatable clown hammer, almost identical in appearance to the hammers used by the Clown Mother Cult that had a probability of causing an internal explosion.

What was different was that Wang Yun could sense an unquenchable anger and bloodlust from the abnormal derivative in his hand. Just holding this thing, he had an urge to burst out laughing and smash every living thing he could see with this somewhat comical inflatable hammer. It was a condensation of the clown's final resentment and rage.

Wang Yu could confirm that this thing would definitely cause an internal explosion when it hit a person, not just by chance. At the same time, an instruction guided by endless resentment and killing intent was transmitted to Wang Yu's senses through the arm holding the inflatable hammer.

"In that place? Looks like you're not in the mood for jokes right now."

His gaze pierced through the floor beneath his feet, looking towards a certain place. The abnormal derivative in his hand seemed to be mixed with the frenzied consciousness of the Happy Clown, which made this lifeless inflatable hammer point to the end of its resentment for the person holding it—the place where the sect's bishop was located.

This sudden, unusual occurrence revealed the bishop's location to Wang Yu, causing him to change his strategy. He now needed to find the true bishop and either kill him or...

"Buzz! Boom!"

With the exoskeleton-assisted arm armor activated at full power, a punch slammed into the ground beneath his feet. The force that erupted instantly shattered the ground, and Wang Yu, along with the broken bricks and stones, fell downwards.

Adjusting his posture, he rolled to dissipate the force of the fall, leaped up, and sprinted toward the location indicated by the abnormal derivative in his hand. The target was even lower down; he would first reach the top of the target location and then chisel it down directly!

This layer also has puppets controlled by threads, but there are far fewer of them than above. Throwing the hammer into the air and biting the abnormal derivative with his head, Wang Yu's hands were surrounded by high-energy plasma. He mercilessly swept his palms out at the puppets that were blocking his movements.

"Sizzle!"

These puppets were no match for Wang Yu, whose physical abilities were close to the limits of human potential, in terms of speed and strength. As for fighting skills, they were completely nonexistent. Before they could even swing the knives and clubs they held, their arms were directly severed by Wang Yu's palm surrounded by plasma currents.

He sprinted at full speed, leaving behind a trail of severed limbs and broken arms. These puppets could only threaten him when there were enough of them; this sparse blocking force was completely ineffective.

"Crunch!"

"Tsk!"

"Bang!"

The palm struck out again, but this time it failed to pierce through the puppet's arm. It merely embedded itself deep into the flesh and bones, but did not sever it completely. The light of the plasma stream dimmed at this moment.

He clicked his tongue with a rather unpleasant expression. The equipment that Wang Yu had modified himself was still too crude. Neither its battery life nor its energy indicator was perfect, which led to the sudden power outage.

He kicked out, striking the puppet with the blade that was slashing down. The powerful kick sent the puppet flying, while the blade that struck Wang Yu's metallized shoulder only left a slightly reddish scratch.

"boom!"

Without pausing, he took a deep breath to relieve the fatigue and soreness in his muscles from the continuous high-intensity running and exertion. Then he swung the exoskeleton-assisted mechanical arm again, shattering the ground. He was still just a mortal, and no one could sustain the explosive power of sprinting, not even Wang Yu.

The ground cracked, his gaze shifted, and Wang Yu fell downwards. However, the instant the ground shattered, time forcibly slowed down for everything around him, including his own. "The Escapee" was activated.

Below, a dense mass of human bodies lay piled up, their faces blank, some standing, some crouching, and some lying on the ground. At the moment the ceiling collapsed, an astonishing number of threads extended and burst forth from a certain direction, piercing into the bodies of these people, controlling them, and contorting them in a twisted posture to face the falling Wang Yu.

This is a trap. Without inserting the puppet threads beforehand, Wang Yu cannot use his "sight" to know that there are a large number of puppets below. Faced with this huge number of puppets that almost fills the entire space, he will not be able to move freely, and being submerged seems to be an inevitable outcome.

"That should work..."

The shock lasted only a moment. Wang Yu reacted to himself, taking out another bottle of abnormal contamination container during the descent and inserting it directly into the empty slot of the device on his waist that was originally used to discharge abnormal contamination, forcibly injecting the abnormal contaminant into it.

"Warning!"

The piercing alarm sounded, but Wang Yu, who had fallen into the pile of puppets, completely ignored it. Or rather, he was so overwhelmed by the puppets that he had no way to free his hands to operate the device at his waist.

The puppets surged and piled on top of Wang Yu's body, slashing with knives, smashing with clubs, and biting with their teeth, relentlessly trying to defeat this inexplicably tough guy with all the attacks they could muster.

Wang Yu is currently in a state of being in iron armor, but it's only a layer of iron. Faced with continuous attacks, he can only be thankful that the puppets are squeezing each other, which means that many of the blows and slashes can't hit him at all. However, his skin will soon be scratched, and what will be broken through is the more fragile flesh and blood under the skin.

Blood flowed out, soaking the clothes of Wang Yu and the surrounding puppets. Liquid was also spreading on the ground, but the color of this liquid was strange—yellow and slightly viscous…

"Sizzle!"

"boom!!!"

A blue spark appeared between his fingers. Although he could no longer control the plasma flow, he could still generate some high temperature. In an instant, the yellowish liquid that had gathered to a certain amount was ignited, followed by a sudden explosion. Flames and shockwaves rose up, and the puppets that were close to Wang Yu were blasted away.

Although the explosion caused by Wang Yu was not as powerful as those explosive weapons such as grenades, it was still enough to blow someone's limbs off at point-blank range. On the contrary, Wang Yu himself was buried under a bunch of puppets, who absorbed some of the explosive force for him.

"Snapped!"

"Ahem!"

Wang Yu forcefully overturned several puppets around him that hadn't been blown away, spitting out a mouthful of blood. With such close-range explosions, even with a meat shield and iron plates to mitigate the damage, how could he not suffer internal injuries? However, at least he had cleared a path.

The explosion was caused by the bodily fluids secreted after Wang Yu injected the abnormal pollutants extracted from the giant organism. This was the first time he had injected two different abnormal pollutants from different great beings into his body at the same time.

He made the right bet. The great beings and eternal death that correspond to the mechanical sea, their completely contradictory abnormal pollution, absolutely cannot be injected into the body at the same time, but metallization and the "evolution" of one's own flesh and blood are not necessarily the same.

The former involves mutation based on the organism, while the latter involves catalysis of the organism in the flesh and blood realm. Therefore, the two are not actually in conflict, and the metallization after the mutation of flesh and blood is achieved.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang...!"

As he charged forward, Wang Yu fired the bullets from the greedy Silver Serpent revolver.

All the bullets were poured towards the target indicated by the inflatable clown hammer. The female receptionist at the hotel stood there, smiling, watching with amusement as Wang Yu, whose body was charred black, fired at her. He was the real bishop.

"Ding, ding, ding...!"

Bullets struck something transparent, embedding themselves within it, causing cracks to appear in the "empty spaces" that were difficult to see in the dim light—bulletproof glass panels…

This was a special room, with a thick bulletproof glass barrier separating Wang Yu and the bishop. The Greedy Silver Serpent Revolver was not strong enough to penetrate this barrier.

With an even more amused smile, the bishop tilted his head and watched Wang Yu rush towards the bulletproof glass wall. The puppets that had been blown away behind him had started to move again, crawling, running, and jumping, surrounding and attacking Wang Yu. And between Wang Yu and himself, there was still an impenetrable bulletproof glass barrier.

Without pausing, Wang Yu raised the unusual derivative clown hammer amidst the bishop's horrified expression and slammed it down on the bulletproof glass panel.

"Crack!"

The implosion erupted with a deafening roar, shattering the bulletproof glass panel in one blow. Wang Yu then unleashed a powerful punch from his exoskeleton mechanical arm armor at full power, smashing the head that was filled with terror!

"Bang!"

However, Wang Yu's fist was blocked. The bishop's horrified expression quickly transformed back into a playful smile, tinged with enjoyment. What was there to be horrified about? Nothing.

"You're not the first person to arrive before me. These clowns who think they've been guided to me by the Clown Saintess never show a smile before they die, and I'm the one who has to sew it on for them."

"An aberrant byproduct of anger and hatred has led beings like you to my place to perform the show I desire. You've been a good audience member. Thank you for watching. And goodbye."

The bishop shed her feigned horror, revealing a genuine smile of satisfaction as she looked at Wang Yu, whose head was bowed. She relished the sight of others facing despair immediately after hope was born.

The second blast wall completely separated her from the audience watching her performance. Now, it was her turn to be the audience, watching Wang Yu being devoured by the puppets surging from behind. Her threads could not control the sorcerers who bore traces of the power of great beings, but by devouring them through a ritual, she could become stronger.

"Crunch."

Clenching his fist, Wang Yu could clearly see that the other person's emotions had remained unchanged and he had never panicked. So why did he throw such a meaningless punch?