Infinite Paradise
Chapter 44 - 34 Sir, times have changed!

Chapter 44: 34 Sir, times have changed!

Fast, too fast!

The surrounding ghosts didn’t even know what had happened when this several meters long tentacle had already been slashed open by Le Cheng. Chunk after chunk of flesh fell from mid-air, splattering green fluid.

Hiss—

The remaining half of the tentacle emitted a strange, piercing shriek, frantically twisting its trunk.

"Is it anger or a wail? It seems you have your own consciousness, so I want to ask... do you have a soul?"

Le Cheng swung his dagger again, the twenty-centimeter blade piercing into the flesh, then he ran straight down stepping on this tentacle.

The biggest flaw of the dagger is the short blade; against large-volume enemies, it cannot smoothly cut through the enemy’s body. However, the special attack of Soul Tide on souls compensated for this deficiency. When Le Cheng returned to the ground, the cut on this tentacle released a pale purple mist, which dispersed into the air, and the tentacle completely lost its Life Force, limply collapsing on the ground.

"Oh..."

Seeing this scene, the nearby ghosts finally came to their senses, letting out fervent cheers.

Le Cheng looked towards them, "Is this the Devil?"

"No, it’s just a minion of the Devil," Clara shouted loudly from not far away.

"Indeed."

After all, he hadn’t received a mission completion notification. If the Devil were this weak, he could simply farm points here.

Just after this tentacle was eliminated, the ground suddenly began to tremble slightly. Starting from the tentacle, countless cracks spread out in all directions, loose clumps of soil bulged upwards, then collapsed outward, something seemed about to break through the ground.

The ghosts were terrified and immediately scattered and ran.

Le Cheng hadn’t expected them to be of any help; just staying out of the way was enough.

Then he saw what looked like an onion emerging from the ground... no, more accurately, it was a man shaped like an onion, but his body was completely rotten, replaced by layers of disgusting tumors and mold. Some of the tumors had split open, with greenish vines sprouting out of them, the surfaces of the vines also had thorns.

Clearly, that tentacle was a grown vine.

But what surprised Le Cheng the most was that this man was still alive!

"Merciful Father... Merciful Father... come feel the love of the Merciful Father..."

Eerie and unclear words spat out from the man’s completely rotten mouth. It took Le Cheng quite a long time (two seconds) to finally understand what he was saying.

[Name: Tentacle Cultivator]

[Traits: Mutation, Rot, Purification]

"This person is..." Suddenly, a ghost let out a startled cry.

Le Cheng immediately turned his head, "You know him?"

The questioned ghost seemed a bit timid, subconsciously stepping back a few paces before opening his mouth to speak.

Le Cheng didn’t catch a single word.

Le Cheng immediately glared, chastised loudly: "Too quiet to even scare someone as a ghost? Step out, speak up!"

The ghost trembled violently, and after being pushed by his companions, finally stepped forward and stammeringly said: "I...I have seen him, about a few months ago, he appeared in the Inner World, and killed... many of our companions..."

Le Cheng immediately remembered something Louis had mentioned: three months ago, an LV4 player visited Saint Elizabeth late at night and then vanished without a trace.

"So it’s him," Le Cheng couldn’t help but curl his lip, "An LV4 challenging a Nightmare Level instance, isn’t that a bit too overconfident?"

While mocking others, he was completely unaware that he himself was just LV2.

"Come and feel... the love of the Merciful Father..."

The Tentacle Cultivator struggled to move his body, and as he reached out his hand towards Le Cheng, the vines wrapped around his body rapidly contracted and expanded, staring at Le Cheng like venomous snakes.

"Merciful Father? No thanks! I only want to feel the maternal love of Mother Gaia, you Nagou Captive!"

Le Cheng said disdainfully, and pulled out a shotgun from his bosom.

Bang!

A shot blew the Tentacle Cultivator’s head apart.

"Bet you didn’t see that coming? Times have changed!"

Watching the body of the Tentacle Cultivator fall, Le Cheng casually blew away the gun smoke from the barrel.

In a way, Nagou believers are the most difficult enemies to deal with. Not because they are powerful—it’s unlikely they are more powerful than the Khorne believers—but because almost every one of them carries a virus, essentially making them walking sources of plague. Even if you are stronger, just touching their bodies, or even just getting in contact with the pus they shed or the air they contaminated can lead to dreadful consequences.

Moreover, some special Nagou believers even possess the terrifying "Death Words."

So, the best way to deal with Nagou believers is to annihilate them from a distance.

A few days ago, Le Cheng just happened to buy a batch of firearms from the black market, still the latest weapons developed by the USA Army, good quality, large quantity, and powerful, just perfect for the job.

It’s not that Le Cheng had the foresight, predicting the characteristics of the enemy, it was just that not taking the capitalist’s goods for free would be a waste.

The Tentacle Cultivator was neatly taken care of by Le Cheng. After the host died, the tentacles he cultivated quickly withered and died, and a pool of foul-smelling thick liquid flowed out from under the corpse... it was poisonous.

However, Le Cheng still did not receive the completion prompt for the mission.

"Where’s the Devil promised?"

Le Cheng looked at the ghosts with grievance, wondering if these creatures mistook the Tentacle Cultivator for the Devil.

The ghosts looked at each other, not knowing how to respond, until Clara ran up. By now, the wound in her chest was mostly healed, though the blood stains on her clothes looked quite unsettling.

"Mr. Le Cheng, I’m sorry, but we indeed sensed the presence of the Devil before, it’s definitely here, just don’t know where it’s hiding."

Clara said apologetically.

Le Cheng was curious, "What does the aura of the Devil feel like?"

"The Devil..."

Buzz—!

As Clara was about to answer, suddenly, a strong spatial vibration occurred, making the whole Inner World seem like it was about to collapse. The ghosts were staggered by the shock, panicking, and even Le Cheng experienced a brief ringing in his ears.

No need to ask anymore.

The Devil—it has come!

Le Cheng quickly turned his head, and before even seeing the figure of the Devil, the intense oppressive feeling enveloped his entire body like an invisible heavy barrier.

"This is at least Captain-level Spiritual Pressure... Hmm?"

Le Cheng couldn’t help but complain, suddenly sensing something.

Crack!

Just then, the ground beneath everyone cracked open, and a strand of black silk emerged from the ground, wrapping around Clara’s legs, and with a swoosh, it whisked her away.

"Ah... Mr. Le Cheng, help me..."

"Get away from Clara!"

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