Reborn with Steve Stand

Chapter 524: Chapter 521: Astronomia

"The physique of this black person is truly impressive."

Fang Mo, watching a group of people lifting a coffin in the distance, couldn't help but express his amazement, "This damn coffin is made of Manyullyn, and I even added a layer of acid-resistant aluminum inside. Yet, they can still lift it."

"Probably some trickery of Obama..."

Hearing this, the little demon beside him responded, but then paused to ask, "Why use acid-resistant aluminum inside? Isn't using only Manyullyn enough?"

"Because acid-resistant aluminum is pink."

Fang Mo shrugged and explained, "After all, Ancient One has spent her whole life battling the Dimensional Demons. It's truly been too harsh. Other women might just lie down at home and drink some hot water when they feel bad each month, but what about her?"

"...What about her?"

The little demon blinked and asked.

"Ancient One bleeds incessantly, craving battle, and gains the Blood Frenzy effect when fighting the Dimensional Demons."

Without thinking, Fang Mo continued, "There are always those few days each month when the Dimensional Demons don't even dare to show their heads. It's been hundreds of years like this. Oh, by the way, here's a fun fact: the smart Dimensional Demons have learned to calculate Sorcerer Ancient One's menstrual cycle..."

"6."

The little demon promptly stated.

"By the way," Fang Mo suddenly interjected, "Your menstrual cycle is probably around the middle of each month."

"6... Huh?"

The little demon was half-speaking when he suddenly realized, "How the hell do you know..."

"Because you get extremely irritable then," Fang Mo spread his hands. "Have you forgotten how you couldn't beat Gisele and rashly spent 3000 yuan on the DNF private server?"

"No wonder... I was wondering, you always trick me into drinking hot water during mid-month."

The little demon squinted thoughtfully.

"See, even you have someone who cares, but Ancient One doesn't," Fang Mo said cheerfully. "That's why I thought about making her a coffin out of acid-resistant aluminum, at least it's pink... She's never really lived as a woman in her life, so on the day of her death, I wanted to keep some of her girlish heart."

"Pfft, I thought you were trying to let Ancient One be a woman for once."

The little demon gave Fang Mo a sidelong glance.

"Uh, well, not exactly..." Fang Mo rubbed his head, then quickly changed the subject, "Anyway, since Nya has helped out here, I won't need to intervene anymore."

Indeed, Fang Mo originally planned to secretly use the Void Ring to manipulate gravity, to covertly assist Fury.

But it seems that there was no need for that now.

After a brief thought, Fang Mo took out a speaker from his storage space.

These had all been prepared beforehand, including the background music, which Ultron found online in a lossless version.

As Fang Mo pressed his hand on the speaker on the ground and smiled at Fury, who was carrying the coffin not far away, he then struck a JOJO pose and shouted, "Take this, Fury! The Black Coffin Execution Song, covering five kilometers!"

However, just as he finished speaking.

Suddenly, a twisted black hand blocked in front of him.

"Hm?"

Fang Mo paused, then turned to see, only to find an unknown Outer God beside him.

"This matter, let the professionals handle it."

It was clear that this Outer God was somewhat reticent. His body, covered in densely packed crimson holes resembling a lotus pod, sprouted countless gray-white filaments, wriggling rhythmically like waves, conveying a simple message to Fang Mo.

"Oh, that works too."

Respecting the Outer Gods, Fang Mo nodded and then stepped aside, giving the speaker to them.

These Outer Gods had probably been arranged by Nyarlathotep.

After Fang Mo stepped aside, they came forward one after another, one blurry sound wave entity extending an ambiguous limb, touching the speaker.

Then, it nodded knowingly.

In the next second, it seemed to communicate something to the other Outer Gods.

Soon, these bizarre entities collectively became restless, and the entity formed by the sound wave raised a grotesquely twisted flute in its hand.

"Ba wu wu wu!!!"

The monotonous and nauseating tone suddenly exploded.

However, the flute music quickly began to change, gradually transforming into a pitch-shifted version of Astronomia, instantly making the atmosphere lively yet eerie.

"Da! Da da da da! Da! Da da da da... Da da da da da da da!"

With the familiar melody starting, Nyarlathotep was the first to react. He suddenly clapped his hands, and a circle of invisible psychic ripples spread out from his hands.

The power of the Trinity Gods is indisputable.

In just an instant, the minds of everyone nearby were affected.

Mother F*cker, Falcon Sam, and War Machine Rhodes were the first to be hit, simultaneously falling into a trance.

Suddenly, they felt their bodies become incredibly light and their hearts inexplicably filled with joy and cheer, as if they were stepping on clouds from heaven. The feeling of floating, as if about to ascend to paradise, brought genuine smiles to their faces, and they almost subconsciously began to dance.

Under the psychic suggestion of Nyarlathotep.

Though they had never practiced, their dance skills could rival those of professional teams.

The four dark-skinned men, smiling and polite, began to sway left and right rhythmically, carrying a coffin.

Their coordination was surprisingly good. One moment they were rhythmically swaying, the next, they collectively sat on the ground, not minding the dust on their black suit trousers as they shouldered the four corners of the heavy coffin and began dancing with their hands and feet.

Their dusty clothes contrasted sharply with their shiny leather shoes.

Their faces beamed with enthusiasm, as if the burden on their shoulders was not someone else's coffin but a mountain of gold, delighting their spirits.

After dancing on the ground for a while, they suddenly flipped up together, and several white gloves simultaneously grabbed the edges of the coffin, tossing it high into the air as if celebrating, then catching it securely.

But after the last toss into the air, instead of catching it, they used their knees to support the bottom of the coffin.

They then pulled out several white silk scarves from their front pockets and began to wave them crisscross over the coffin lid, seemingly dusting off the coffin but also seemingly performing some strange, ancient ritual.

Their actions were both joyful and casual, accompanied by equally exuberant background music. Although there was not a hint of solemnity, somehow it seemed to soothe all sorrow.

Those Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, who were initially in a somber mood, now felt inexplicably much more relieved.

It was as if they had finally let go of this tragic event.

While everyone was immersed in this feeling, suddenly, not far away, a chaotic and blasphemous roar erupted, jolting everyone awake. They instinctively turned their heads to look, only to find the friends Nyarlathotep had invited... were now beginning to dance.

If the actions of Fury and others with the coffin were somewhat awkward.

Then the dance of these Outer Gods was truly not something mortals could directly observe.

The intense twisting of dark green gaseous flames in mid-air, the flickering, indistinct sound wave clusters, and the unpredictable, frame-chaotic humanoid monsters...

All these taboo existences were now playing a frenzied symphony.

They were like beings in the chaotic court, serving the unrestrained chaos demon lord Azathoth, beginning to wildly twist their bodies, plunging everything into the ultimate vortex of unseen, unspeakable collapse.

Although they tried their best to restrain themselves, and Doctor Strange had cast protective spells on everyone.

But this ancient form...

How could it possibly be observed by humans?

The entire Kamar-Taj was plunged into unprecedented chaos at that moment, the previously unpolluted, crystal-clear sky gradually vanished.

In its place was a distant and vast expanse of stars.

The lifeless stars seemed to return to their correct trajectories, as countless taboo and blasphemous gazes were cast from beyond the sky. Some came from the alien seas of lava, some from the ancient cities beneath the deep sea, and others from Betelgeuse... as well as from an ancient temple beyond the stars.

A series of mocking, appreciative, or disdainful glances kept falling.

Making the whole ceremony even more absurd.

Earlier, the Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj had returned to normal with the help of Doctor Strange.

But in this bizarre ceremony of four blacks carrying a coffin, more and more ineffable beings began to watch here, causing them to fall back into a state of mental confusion. Some began to suffer headaches, vomiting, even dizziness, while many others became mentally blurred, as if stepping on the boundary between dream and reality.

But under Nyarlathotep's suggestion.

It seemed that no one realized what was wrong.

Even the Avengers felt a sense of pleasure from deep within.

As superheroes who often carry the responsibility and burden of saving the world, it had been a long time since they had relaxed like this moment, and they all smiled and applauded.

And just as the atmosphere at the scene reached a peak.

Nyarlathotep, too, carrying the coffin, began leading everyone towards the direction of the Kamar-Taj cemetery.

As mentioned earlier, the cemetery of Kamar-Taj was located not far away at the foot of a mountain, dedicated to burying these deceased Sorcerers, and because it was the cemetery of Kamar-Taj, people were assigned to clean and manage it daily.

However, when everyone arrived carrying the coffin.

The manager here had already started dancing on a grave, an old man with kyphosis, yet now in a wildly exhilarated state.

And to speak of the few sober individuals present.

Apart from this band of Outer Gods and Fang Mo, perhaps only these two Sorcerer Supremes were left.

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Strange still looked as he always had, maintaining his magic while shouting at Fang Mo, "This is the funeral of the Sorcerer Supreme, what are you doing summoning a bunch of dimension demons!?"

Indeed, since these outer gods had descended in their avatars.

So, it was likely that Strange mistook them for dimension demons.

But Fang Mo didn't care about that, especially since the other Sorcerer Supreme hadn't spoken yet—namely, the Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One hiding in the corner.

Different from Strange.

She had been in contact with Fang Mo for quite some time.

Thus, the Ancient One knew that Fang Mo was probably just playing around. If you could cooperate with him and make him happy, you might even reap some benefits. But if you dared to confront him head-on... you could stir up the entire Kamar-Taj.

So, she simply decided not to intervene.

Pretending that it wasn't really her in the coffin.

However, it turned out that Strange alone was indeed unable to stop Fang Mo and the group of outer gods.

The entire coffin-carrying procession lasted for over half an hour, with the crowd escorting the Ancient One's jade coffin from the main courtyard of Kamar-Taj to the mausoleum.

By the time the coffin was finally placed in the pit and everyone began to bury it, the outer gods just ceased their playing and dancing. From their expressions, they seemed quite happy, and under the influence of Nyarlathotep, the surrounding audience was also very pleased.

After all, they were practically insane by now, so their happiness was somewhat expected.

The only person who was truly suffering was Strange.

Even though these outer gods were just avatars that had descended here, the sound they produced was incredibly corruptive.

If not stopped, these unnatural sounds could potentially spread through the atmosphere to the entire globe, which could have severe consequences. The very nature of this planet could be irreversibly polluted, and all life forms would be twisted and malformed.

So, Strange not only used a magical barrier to protect the people.

He also activated the Mirror Dimension, covering the entire Kamar-Taj and its surroundings to prevent these sounds from spreading to the outside world.

And when everything was over.

Strange was truly sweating profusely.

His magical powers were not infinite, and the continuous overuse had indeed worn him out.

"Phew..."

Seeing that everything was over, Strange's body slumped, and he intended to sit on the ground.

However, a nearby wheelchair suddenly flew over on its own and caught Strange, allowing him to sit down on it directly.

"Hmm?"

Strange was startled, looked down at the wheelchair, and a trace of consolation appeared in his eyes, prompting him to reach out and touch the handle of the wheelchair.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After the coffin was carried, Nyarlathotep also began to laugh.

"Ha ha, this is really interesting!"

He looked up at the Ancient One not far away, then couldn't help laughing and said to Fang Mo, "Doing a funeral in front of others, for an organization that is supposed to protect the Earth... and now a whole bunch of beings who could instantly destroy the Earth have come to help their leader to his final rest, ha ha, that's really something."

"Of course."

Fang Mo laughed in response, "In this regard, I'm a master."

"Indeed very amusing." Nyarlathotep nodded with a smile, then asked, "But now that the coffin is carried, what else do you plan to do?"

"Oh, I plan to say goodbye to them for a bit."

Hearing Nyarlathotep's question, Fang Mo also spoke up, "I'm a bit tired of this world, I plan to go back and rest for a while, then go play in other worlds."

"That's so."

Nyarlathotep nodded, then said, "You can come to my place if you have time, it's very interesting there too. There's a university that's constantly studying how to deal with us..."

"Sure, I'll come over if I have the chance..."

Fang Mo nodded, just about to say something, but at that moment, a terrifying pressure suddenly came from the sky.

Fang Mo looked up, and a giant planet was slowly enlarging.

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