Chapter 458: Chapter 237: Avant-Garde Art_3
"But now, there are some things that must be said, or it’ll be too late."
The atmosphere suddenly became much tenser, and McCarthy Delin had a vague premonition, turning around.
"McCarthy, actually I’ve always..."
The golden glow overshadowed the conversation between the two, accompanied by the ecstatic voices of the camp people.
They ran out of the tents and looked up at the sky in almost the same way.
They witnessed the rebirth of the sun, as the repulsive and terrifying darkness was dissipating.
It was the joy of survival after a disaster, leaving them with no time to care about the scene beneath the treehouse.
"McCarthy, what are you thinking?"
Cynthia looked up, no longer focusing on the sun, her gaze never leaving McCarthy Delin’s face.
McCarthy Delin did not speak.
A hug was the reply to Cynthia.
Passionate yet heavy.
...
On the other side, Ethan was caught in a similar situation.
He was ready to give Sincaro a thrashing, but was interrupted by a warm embrace, especially since the one embracing him was not human, but a soft tentacle, and in an instant, countless murmurs flooded his mind.
——You’ve finally arrived, why so slow!
The tone carried a hint of reproach.
——Come quickly, I’ve prepared a welcoming feast for you!
Ethan heard the sound of water, the soil beneath him seemed particularly loose, and as he observed closely, he found the ground beneath him looked like soil but was actually some kind of flesh composition, the sound of water came from not far away, through the branches, he vaguely saw a red waterfall.
The other side of the portal was a jungle.
The trees here were very particular.
The branches increasingly looked like human arms, several stitched together, yielding abundant fruits—stomachs, livers, hearts, and even eyes, ears.
The tentacle embracing him grew from the ground.
"Bazatous."
Seeing this, Lindong froze with a face, as a candidate for the Dream Eclipse, he unceremoniously spoke "Father of Heaven’s" name, "Can you let go? May I ask?"
——No.
The murmur unequivocally refused.
Sss!
Ethan heard the sound of gasping, he noticed Lindong’s eyes widened, nearby ice elements were rapidly gathering, obviously the cat had entered the hissing mode.
If you annoy the cat, even if it’s the Old Gods, she’ll hiss at you just the same.
The other uncomfortable one was the blue-haired girl.
The suddenly appearing tentacle separated her to the side, the girl looked longingly at Ethan’s arm, cautiously tugging a few times but naturally unable to dismiss the overly enthusiastic Old Ba.
She seemed gradually losing patience, showing a face as if she wanted to elbow Old Ba.
"Without delay, let’s set off then, you first let go a bit, I can’t walk well like this."
——No worries, I can drag you there.
"Let me walk myself, I also want to appreciate the scenery along the way."
Bazatous was once again persuaded by Ethan.
The trees swayed with excitement, as human organ fruits twirled like performers on a stage before them.
He knew, Ethan was someone who understood art.
This forest, this waterfall was hastily arranged upon knowing Ethan would visit, and as expected, Ethan immediately noticed his painstaking efforts upon arriving and said he wanted to appreciate the scenery along the way.
This made him unable to resist nodding and swaying.
Look at this forest, these fruits, this waterfall, without a thousand years of artistic cultivation, it’s impossible to see the mysteries within.
Ethan slowed his pace.
When he walked out of the forest, arriving at the clearing before the waterfall, the full view of this blood-flowing waterfall unfolded completely before him, Old Ba even designed ecology—a pond swirling with blind fish resembling worms, as they arrived, the Nine-headed Worm bathing in blood emerged from the water, exposing sharp teeth as a welcome.
Despite this being a flesh forest and monsters enough to drive anyone insane, compared to Bazatous’s artistic style, it belonged to the "fresh and simple" category.
It wasn’t hard to see he had truly arranged carefully.
——How does it feel?
On the clearing before the waterfall, they seemingly saw Bazatous’s entity.
A red-haired woman.
Graceful figure, wearing a well-tailored evening dress.
Of course, the evening dress was also "Old Ba’s characteristic," the jewelry were eye ornaments, the dress appeared alive, the hem connected with tentacles, occasionally wriggling slightly.
When the red-haired woman turned around, it was a standard oval face, the only issue was an abnormal number of facial features, Ethan roughly estimated at least seven eyes.
It was evident Bazatous truly loved eyes as decorations.
——This is according to your usual preferences, with some elements that I like added.
The red-haired woman with seven eyes spun once before Ethan, showing off her attire.
Clearly, this was not Bazatous’s entity.
According to the description by the followers of "Father of Heaven," He can transform into any form.
Strictly speaking, Old Gods have no gender, occasionally some humans based on their preferences and behaviors define their gender.
For instance, gentle and harmless Old Gods might be defined as female, while like Kaisaros, who loves chaos and is militant, might be seen as male.