The spell array binding and protecting the boiler was pierced by the mouthparts. Layer upon layer of defenses vanished like soap bubbles being wiped away. God Eater's energy resistance was astonishingly high; he could even be called the first "Spellbreaker" in history.
But thinking about it, without magic immunity, how could he have pursued Chthon?
In short, with a sweep of that trunk-like tongue, the layers of defenses were torn open. The little black fat man approached the massive boiler, enduring the terrifying heat as he looked it over from side to side, as though deciding where would be easiest to grab.
But at that moment, the building everyone was in suddenly disappeared!
It was as if it had abruptly evaporated from the Material World, vanishing without a sound. Looking up, they could see a golden hemispherical dome, as well as the black void beyond that golden light.
There was also one particularly conspicuous target: the Cloaked Figure, floating high in the air with his arms spread wide as though embracing the crimson glow.
"Chthon!"
God Eater, who had been preparing to move the boiler, roared and immediately revealed his true form, charging toward the sky.
His pursuit had lasted billions of years, his mission billions of years. There was only one choice he could make.
Yet Su Ming instinctively sensed that something was wrong. Chthon's sudden appearance—and his ambush, as though he had known everyone would be here—had no clear purpose. Something was off.
"Wanda, use that book."
Deathstroke immediately gave the order. At a time like this, they could only use the Cthulhu Mythos manuscript to contain the Old One inside the boiler first.
Otherwise, if it fully awakened and broke free, everyone near where it descended would go mad from directly witnessing those indescribable flames.
Wanda did