Pretending To Be A Boss
Chapter 958 - 84: Miracle Man_2

The Death Puppet Master tried to evade, but the root-like tendrils splitting and extending from fingers immediately scattered again.

Like a carnivorous flower suddenly blooming!

The Puppet Master apostle was horrified to find that they could escape no further than the distance of a single petal.

It was like seeking survival within the maw of a giant beast, but unable to outrun the bite of its monstrous jaws.

The last thing the Puppet Master saw was boundless darkness.

The final sensations were the continuous grinding, slicing, and piercing of innumerable fang-like sinister demon horns.

As Song Que's hand began to leave the ground, those tendrils started retracting into his body.

The battlefield ground showcased a chasm-like abyss, and all that remained of the Death Puppet Master was a pile of shattered visceral remnants.

This scene terrified everyone; even though Song Que was on the side of justice, his beastified form evoked a spine-chilling dread.

Dispatching an apostle in a single move—this was something even Qi Yuan had not expected.

In the distant sky, Duck, engaging a colossal bat, had long believed himself to be a sword-feathered duck. Though now transformed into a phoenix, it was akin to the antics of a clown duck turning into a swan.

Duck was never confused—he was undoubtedly a duck.

Yet somehow, he felt a strangely familiar sensation about the distant monster.

It was a feeling Duck couldn't quite articulate, as though he'd known that monster for a very long time.

As if he had seen it in a dream once before.

Chaos.

Representing the state of formless indistinction before the heavens and the cosmos emerged. Within the infinite darkness, countless creatures existed to devour light and consciousness.

They had no fixed shape, capable of transforming into anything. Viewed from afar, they might appear as beings composed solely of tentacles and horn-shaped fangs.

As for the Chaos of the Four Ferocious Beasts, it was a creation by Gu Yin, who utilized Chaos's traits while referencing ancient imaginations of mankind.

Song Que's current form approximated a reversion to ancestral Chaos genes.

Thus, Duck felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This was not evolution—in truth, it resembled Tang's brutal mutation when he transformed from Lei Xiao into an impervious form, a mutation surpassing evolution.

Yet Song Que was still struggling to maintain the concept of "body and limbs," preventing himself from degenerating into a formless, irregular mass.

With one apostle dispatched, the next apostle was doomed.

Everyone saw the manipulated dead suddenly freeze in place, then collectively return to the land of the deceased.

The battlefield instantly became littered with fallen bodies.

Song Que's fierce gaze locked onto the distant apostle controlling the living. Although the distance was enormous, Song Que acted the same as before—the only change was that now he placed both hands on the ground instead of one.

Thousands of tendril-like black roots emerged from deep underground, piercing through the skulls of countless beasts and judgment knights with precision.

Like a tide of serpents, they began racing toward that apostle of spiritual control.

The advance was swift—faster than the apostle could flee; being caught was only a matter of time.

The armored apostle realized this and commanded the surrounding judgment knights to launch another Exhaustive Ray attack on Song Que.

But Song Que seemed to have anticipated this.

His body lacked a fixed shape, so he retracted hundreds of tendrils to form two wings, wrapping them around his entire body.

The sinister demon horns grew again on the outer surface of the wings.

The Exhaustive Rays struck the wings' exterior, but surprisingly, they caused no harm to Song Que.

The black tendrils pursuing the apostle finally cornered them in desperation.

The heart, brain, knees, elbows, lungs, stomach—all pierced simultaneously. In just an instant, the towering apostle was skewered by countless tendrils, their death unimaginably gruesome.

Upon witnessing this scene, the armored apostle finally understood just what kind of monster Song Que was.

This wasn't someone they could contend with—Song Que's power now might surpass even that of the Divine Envoy.

Realizing their impending death, the armored apostle fused all surrounding matter into an enormous shield once more.

This shield failed to block Song Que's attack.

This time, Song Que refrained from deploying tendrils, instead retracting them all.

He leapt forward, stomping heavily onto a ten-zhang radius of ground, generating storm-like gales that hurled massive rocks into the air.

Within the airborne debris, the armored apostle frantically maneuvered, when suddenly their vision went black. Looking up, they saw a colossal hand descending from the sky, obscuring everything.

Like ten thousand mountains falling from above, the apostle didn't even have time to register the pain—their entire body was obliterated by an incomprehensible force.

It was like swatting a fly.

Before consciousness could catch up, the body had already been destroyed beyond repair. The fusion of armor materials—rocks, chunks of flesh, metal—all fell to the ground like hailstones.

Three apostles lay dead.

None of them intact.

Yet none dared to cheer, for the battle was not over, and Song Que's beastified form was eerily reminiscent of the imagined demonic creatures—malevolent and brutal.

It instilled an uneasy feeling, as though he might turn on them at any moment.

Qi Yuan and Ju Mang held starkly opposing views on the matter.

To Ju Mang, Song Que had already completely succumbed to beastification, this berserk transformation becoming an irreversible genetic consumption.