"BLEAARGH!!!"
It was a vomit that blacked out the sky and dimmed the earth.
Huai Shi had no idea how long he had been vomiting. Even after his stomach was empty, he couldn't help but feel nausea and the urge to retch.
Logically speaking, with the constitution of a Sublimator, he should have been perfectly suited for any common man's profession. He had thought that even if he were to sit in NASA's astronaut training centrifuge, it wouldn't be a problem, but now Huai Shi profoundly realized that even Sublimators had their limits... One should not arrogantly challenge professions and rules they don't understand.
It was as if he had personally opened a bottle sealing a Demon, and now his heart was filled with deep regret. What the hell kind of wild driving was it that made him feel like his life was flashing before his eyes?!
If he had to make a comparison, it would be like being tied up, stuffed into a cannon, and then shot out.
Screaming and speeding forward, ready at every moment to embrace the world rushing toward him, to meet a shattering end.
Even though Huai Shi considered himself well accustomed to witnessing storms and waves, he couldn't handle such a thrilling experience.
Not to mention, he wasn't tied in an isolated and shielded compartment, but right on the passenger seat.
It was bearable while in the car, as he could barely restrain himself. But as soon as he got out of the vehicle and stood on the ground, he immediately felt dizzy and disoriented. The accumulated dizziness then erupted.
He vomited without any defense.
They really should have taken the opportunity to finish him off when he was at his weakest.
It wasn't a cartoon for kids where you couldn't hit someone during a Magical Girl's transformation.
Around Huai Shi, those tens of shrieking Alien Species weren't aware of any so-called chivalry; faced with such an available piece of flesh, they couldn't wait to open their mouths wide, inhaling deeply the sweet scent of flesh and blood before lunging forward.
Then there was no "then."
By the time Huai Shi looked up, amidst the bustling flames, only a dozen or so grotesque corrupted carcasses lay on the ground.
On those still twitching tenaciously, thorns and leaves grew wildly and chaotically from their swollen, ruptured skins, drawing from the life force of the Abyss Species and flourishing.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold it in."
Huai Shi took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and blew his nose, finally feeling much refreshed.
Inhaling the air filled with acrid scents and the smell of dust, he apologized to the wriggling creatures at his feet, then lifted his foot and stamped down. CRACK!
The wailing stopped, and the world grew peaceful, mostly.
In the distance, aside from the roaring of the beasts, there was the thunder of explosions. Sharp noises of metal scraping were getting closer.
Through the flames, striding over the shattered earth, colossal figures emerged, their curved horns inlaid with metal reflecting a cruel gleam in the firelight.
The ground trembled once again.
The hefty Great Swords, which ordinary people could hardly wield, were casually dragged in their hands, sparking along the ground with shrill noises.
On their grotesquely angular, thick Armor, marks from sword strikes proliferated, yet their bull-like faces bore no expression.
Unlike the randomly summoned Alien Beasts, they were the true Abyss Horde, the Minotaur Warriors from White Mane Village, a corps renowned even within the Abyss.
The moment the truck raced into the fire scene, they had already noticed it. In a brief moment, they had surrounded them and blocked their way forward with a stern array.
They stood ready, dozens of steps away.
It wasn't that they didn't want to advance but they instinctively sensed an invisible boundary. Through eyes different from those of other Abyssal Creatures, they glimpsed the 'ominous' aura emanating from Huai Shi.
It was a sight of terror that had almost solidified into reality.
At this moment, the invisible disasters rising from every part of Huai Shi's face, limbs, and shell manifested in a greenish hue, spreading, diffusing, fluctuating, forming nothing less than a sea of toxicity.
With his breath, countless tiny crystals spontaneously grew, intertwined, and proliferated under Huai Shi's feet, like crystals growing in a mine.
Once the restraints were lifted, those materialized toxins created a stunning spectacle around Huai Shi.
As long as he breathed, such vast disasters would ensue.
The power from Rotten Dream caused countless toxins within Huai Shi's shell to mutate wildly, and with the irrigation of his Source Substance, created a perilous realm.
"You can't make money from the employer by just standing there," Huai Shi sighed softly.
"Won't you come over?"
He took a step forward, weaving through the clusters of toxic crystals, waving his hand as the Sword of Virtue grew from his grasp, slicing through the flickering firelight with a sharp arc.
"Then I'll come over—"
In his other hand, a burning Banner materialized, crashing down to the scorched earth, rustling in the scorching wind. Then, mist began to spread in all directions.
The Buried Sacred Place descended here.
The authority of Soloist operated in this dreamlike darkness, continuously eroding this piece of Hell, expanding its territory.
Gently bestowing fear, toxins, and nightmares upon all living beings.
"The war has begun, friends."
Huai Shi raised his Sword Blade and pointed forward. "Just as you wish."
Accompanied by his words, a sharp sound of steel friction came from the truck behind him. On the body of the truck, the armor plate suddenly lifted, revealing the metallic shine hidden within the compartment.
As the cover slowly rose, sharp hisses burst from the giant lizards, and the neatly arranged Snake-man Undead Army raised their pupils in unison.
In the midst of roaring, the elders pulled on the reins, the massive lizards trampled the floor, followed by a cavalry formation rushing out like a torrent.
Behind them was a vast swarm of Abyss Ratmen.