Chapter 387 — The True Clouds of War
Blade of Dawn · Page 2 of 3
But just as Gao Yang was agonizing, Tir in the pool suddenly spoke, breaking the silence: "Perhaps... I can make him a little more cooperative."
Gao Yang's eyebrows rose slightly: "Oh?"
"But this method only works once," Tir spread her hands, and some of her free tentacles spread out as well. "At least according to the tests we ran on those people who call themselves the Children of the Storm, this method can only be used once, and then the person dies."
"...You monster!" Hearing Tir's words, Clement finally showed some reaction. Struggling with all his might, he shouted, "What are you trying to do?"
"You people are hardly in a position to call anyone else a monster," Gao Yang glanced at Clement, then thought briefly and finally made up his mind. "Tir, he is yours."
Though Gao Yang had tried to build a controllable faction from within the Eternal Sleepers, he knew that for the vast majority of extremely mad, extremely fanatical cultists, salvation and recruitment were meaningless attempts — especially for a follower of the End of All Things like Clement. The only fitting way to deal with him was to let Tir try her "one-time method."
With Gao Yang's authorization, Tir's sea-demon lower body immediately split off several new, slender tentacles that crept toward Clement. The cultist finally realized the enormity of the danger approaching and began to struggle even more violently — but all his struggling was no match for the tentacles that already bound him tight and now flickered with eerie runic light. In only a few breaths, those new, slender tentacles had crept up near his neck...
But just then, Amber, standing beside Gao Yang, suddenly cried out: "Wait!"
Tir stopped, puzzled, while Gao Yang turned his head to look at Amber: "What is it?"
Amber seemed deeply conflicted and hesitant, but in the end she stepped forward and looked up at Tir: "I have questions for him too... Can you make this man hold on a little longer?"
"Yes," Tir nodded. "He will stay alive until your questioning is finished."
Gao Yang gave Amber a curious glance, then looked at Tir: "Very well, then let us begin."
Clement twisted and struggled with all his strength, as if he had reached the very edge of despair, but even so he kept shouting curses, his voice startlingly loud: "One day you will all pay the price! You are not even worthy to be a god's meal! You deserve only to be the dregs He spits out after He has eaten His fill! I will not submit! I will not submit!!"
Amid these curses, several tentacles wreathed in a murky pale-purple magical glow, slick and cold, began to creep up Clement's neck, bit by bit boring toward his ears and pressing against his scalp. An unimaginable terror and mental pressure seized Clement's heart; endless illusions seemed to surface in his mind, illusory waves echoed at his ears, and hidden within those layer upon layer of waves were countless indistinguishable low murmurs. Amid those maddening sounds he recalled every terrible legend of the deep sea — the end of the endless storm, the chaotic dark abyss, the palace of the Lord of Storms, the banquet hall where sea demons and sea monsters reveled...
The eyes of this End of All Things cultist went wide. In the last moment of retaining his own consciousness, he suddenly flinched; he felt he was seeing a sight more miserable and terrifying than death, a sight that made him want to yield — but he no longer had the chance.
The tentacles had already probed into his ear canals, his scalp, even his eyes. This End of All Things cultist's brain lost the ability to think freely.
Tir looked down at Clement, who had finally fallen quiet, and shook her head: "I do not know what your god likes to eat, but your god probably tastes pretty good."
Even Gao Yang felt goosebumps all over from what was happening before his eyes. Looking at Clement's bizarre state and Tir's horrifying tentacles, he could not help muttering: "Can you not make this scene a little... gentler?"