Clown Game-Chapter 92 - 80 Dark Realm 8

Chapter 92: Chapter 80 Dark Realm 8

Chapter 92 -80 Dark Realm 8

“Glug, glug,”

In the darkness, a series of disgusting sounds emitted…

The ground was covered with fresh blood, mixed with bits of torn flesh.

A torn radiation suit and fragments of clothing were soaked in the Blood Pool.

As the view moved forward, an almost naked body, covered with wounds where flesh had been torn from, its edges festering and shockingly striking, was curled up like a terrifying giant infant soaked in blood. Behind him were four mangled bodies, and some thick tentacles emerged from the dark, wrapping around the chunks of flesh and dragging them into the shadows.

“Crack, crunch,”

The sound of bones breaking.

He was still conscious—he could distinctly feel the slow and terrible pain. It was like an invisible giant hand was holding him in its palm, slowly, leisurely kneading him, crushing every inch of his bones.

Piercing to the core.

But what was even more terrifying was that endless sensation of falling.

He closed his eyes, but could still see that black hole, a gateway to another world. It grew larger and larger until the darkness pushed beyond the edges of his vision and swallowed him whole.

Helpless…

Those ubiquitous gazes.

They stared greedily, enveloping him. He could feel the viscous liquid writhing around him.

He was as if plunged into a massive abyss, crammed and crowded with numerous bloody eyeballs, and falling amidst their thronging.

At the end was another world, where only the maddening stench of blood lingered, unescapable whispers, and life forms beyond his understanding.

The huge eyes loomed like mountains, terrifying, their pupils narrowed to slits, a horrifying tear in the heavens.

He felt as small as an ant.

An ant being watched.

Terror…

They saw him and mocked him, whispering, burrowing into his diminutive body.

He had become a conduit to another world.

Let me die~~~ I… don’t belong here.

He wailed, and the next second, his spine was crushed, his body kneaded into a lump, but he was still alive… Those beings had finally found a sentient life form to inhabit, much stronger than those insignificant insects.

The entire space suddenly seemed to come alive; all the pieces of flesh seemed to be energized, beginning to franticly congregate in one direction, like a surging tide of flesh and blood…

——————

In the hallway, the “Utility Pole” five-man squad had finally entered the factory interior. Logically, with the sound of high-explosive grenades exploding, they couldn’t have missed it, but this place was like a pitch-black dead water where neither light nor sound could easily spread out.

Everyone had their flashlights on, but it didn’t extend their field of view by much.

“Stay sharp! We should be getting closer!” the leader with night vision goggles shouted. Even under the bright light, there was no glare from the night vision goggles.

Suddenly, at the edge of his view, a trail of dragged blood extended into the shadows.

The man immediately signaled, and everyone was on high alert.

He carefully followed the trail of blood… some blood-stained protective suits… some chunks of flesh… beyond that—

was a person… he was eerily curled up in the shape of a baby, his body covered in wounds, several broken bone spikes protruding out, exposed to the air.

But clearly, he was still alive.

The “Night Vision Man” was clearly stunned because he recognized the person at a glance, a guy who wasn’t much of a talker, had met during the previous mission, this guy risked the failure of the mission to save his life.

So…

“Fuck it! Fire!”

He roared almost instantly, and directly began shooting.

Joking… even if there was no mission requirement, in this situation, the first thought would definitely be to shoot.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted. A barrage of bullets ruthlessly rained on that person, blasting him into pieces.

Yet, as the bullets ripped his body apart, the splattered chunks of flesh seemed to have a life of their own, quickly writhing and then re-merging into his body.

After a long time, the gunfire ceased, and the smoke cleared. Under such firepower, that person should have been shattered,

but in the strong light, people saw a flesh tumor, like an egg sac made of flesh and broken bones. It twisted and struggled like a clump continuously vomiting pus.

In an instant, the mass of flesh abruptly contracted, tendrils of blood and flesh stabbing out madly, flailing at the armed men.

Several gunshots, several screams.

Of course, no one would hear them.

…

Within the factory, the scruffy uncle was running, occasionally looking back, a stark contrast to his previously exhausted demeanor.

Although his protective suit’s visor was smeared with blood, through the gaps, one could see his eyes filled with immense fear.

He was avoiding something.

But there was nothing around except darkness…

Suddenly, he fell, inertia causing him to roll far, and several green indicators scattered on the ground.

The uncle frantically got up and scurried over, gathering the indicators in front of him like a pitiful beggar.

At that moment… he saw his wrist had turned a deep yellow.

He panicked and removed it quickly, fumbling to replace it with another.

However, the green light only held for a few seconds before it began turning yellow again.

“I’m fine… I’m fine…” he trembled all over, muttering deliriously, and suddenly swung his arm forward, bellowing, “Get away!!”

After that, he turned in a panic and ran into the darkness.

His ears were very sharp, so he could hear those strange sounds.

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The bursting of water bubbles, sharp giggles, painful wails, the roaring of beasts, countless sounds melding into a terrifying whisper that mercilessly penetrated his eardrums… there was no escape.

“I’m fine…” he shivered and muttered to himself again.

Suddenly… among the myriad eerie sounds, there was an odd one, the sound of air being swiftly sliced.

More importantly, this sound was not from that world.

The uncle’s pupils constricted, and he reacted instantly, plunging forward.

Almost simultaneously, a cold gleam flashed past where his head had just been.

“Damn it!” he roared, and while falling, he swiftly turned and fired behind him.

But the person there had already vanished.

The uncle scrambled to his feet and leaned into the corner of the wall, roaring in anger, “Damn it! Why should I have to die!”

…

“Your protective suit is torn…” A woman’s voice in the dark, unemotional, cold as a blade, it was hard to tell where it came from.

The uncle bit his tongue, bleeding, to keep his final bit of lucidity: “I’ve fought hard and completed so many missions, and now I have to die because of a tear in the suit?”

He yelled, his voice already somewhat distorted.

“Your indicator… has turned red…” The woman’s voice came again.

The uncle angrily shouted, “You cold-hearted freak who only knows about missions!”

While roaring, he lunged into the small corridor beside him, intently watching the entrance. He knew she didn’t carry a gun, that damned woman always hated using them…

So, in such a narrow place, she couldn’t possibly be faster than a bullet.

“Snap!” A sudden light noise appeared at his side, and almost at the same time, the uncle quickly aimed his gun where the sound came from.

A pebble…?

In the moment his gun swayed, a breeze swept by, followed by a sharp intent to kill. She wore a protective suit yet appeared gaunt, suddenly emerging in front of the uncle, and by the time he realized, a dagger had already pierced his transparent visor.

The uncle looked at her incredulously, trembling all over.

“An indicator that turns red… must be killed…” the woman said blandly, then turned and walked out of the alley.

The uncle watched her back, wanting to curse at her, but no sound came out; instinctively, he twisted his neck, and at that movement, blood gushed violently from his throat.

“Too fast…” the uncle thought, uncertain if he referred to the woman, the blade, or his own ebbing life.

Gradually, he sensed the maddening whispers at his ears fading away, those beings supremely disdainful, utterly dismissive.

Suddenly, the uncle felt very peaceful.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

In that case, dying… wasn’t so bad after all.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

…

The entire factory began to shake. Not just the factory, but all of Abnormal Space started vibrating.

The soil churned, boiling as if, countless chunks of flesh emerged from the ground and gathered together, as if summoned, rushing towards a certain place.

Outside those crescent-shaped towers, all the workers watched the situation inside Abnormal Space in shock. Mouths agape, some even collapsed outright to the ground.

Mr. Zou furiously yelled at a person in a white coat beside him, “How much longer will it take!”

The person, brought back to senses by the yelling, quickly manipulated the console in front of him.

“15 minutes~!”

He replied very briefly.

Mr. Zou looked ahead again, his gums white from clenching teeth.

…

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of K city, a uniquely shaped military helicopter swiftly crossed the night sky.

On the helicopter, a sinister tall man frowned as he listened to the report from a portable headset.

“Dark Realm has gained the infiltration point… This mutation is very active, for an unknown reason!”

The man anxiously spit, calculating time in his mind.

“It’s too late…” he muttered angrily to himself, then directed the pilot, “We’re out of the city area, right?”

The pilot, clearly knowing what the man intended, hesitated for a moment and then replied gravely, “Be careful…”

As soon as the words fell, the man grabbed the strangely tall firearm beside him and leaped straight out of the cabin door.

…

(Don’t expect the ancient gods to show up now… hehehe, also, give a recommendation ticket.)