Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon

Chapter 225 224: Army of Harstur The Unspeakable

As the sun descended beneath the horizon, its fiery crown bathed the endless expanse of the desert in a cascade of crimson and amber hues. The arid sands, stretching endlessly in all directions, absorbed the fading light like a parched canvas, creating an otherworldly, almost eerie atmosphere.

Long, curved shadows unfurled like specters from the dunes as if the desert itself were reaching out to claim the fading day. The air, once searing hot, now bore a chilling, foreboding chill as the sun's warmth relinquished its grasp.

It was a transition that felt like nature's own metamorphosis, a shift from the harsh, relentless day into the enigmatic realms of twilight.

lightsΝοvel.cοm In this transient moment, the desert whispered secrets of ancient tales, lost civilizations, and endless solitude. Each grain of sand seemed to hold an untold story, and the distant howl of solitary wind echoed like a mournful requiem for the departing sun.

After the sun went down, a dim, blood-red moon appeared in its place, cascading its dim crimson light unto the dunes of the deserty of mysteries. A chill went through the spines of Corey, Divine, Rosa, and Fatty Black Bonez as they looked at the dim, blood-red moon.

A second later, they all felt the sand beneath their feet vibrate. It started as something light, but it later became something they could not ignore.

The sight of the grains of sand jumping up and down made alarm bells ring in the minds of the group of four.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

"We should leave."

As a gust of wind blew towards the now chilly desert, Divine's voice flowed into the ears of Corey, Rosa, and Fatty Black Bonez.

They all looked at one another, and they could see a solemn expression on each of their faces.

Without saying a word, they swiftly entered Racing Wolf. Rosa quickly started the ignition, and an ominous silence engulfed the group.

No words were spoken between them, and even the talkative Fatty Black Bonez had a solemn expression as he looked at the window to his left. Corey and Divine looked at the windows near them with grave faces, and Rosa also looked at the rear-view mirror occasionally.

A few seconds passed, and without taking his eyes off the window, Divine spoke:

"Do you guys see anything?"

"Nothing cap."

"Nothing."

"None."

Fatty, Rosa, and Corey replied without looking away from the windows. Although they didn't see anything dangerous, they didn't feel at ease.

With every second that passed, the danger they felt increased.

'Where the fuck is this place? And what the hell did that bastard clown plan for us?'

Divine gritted his teeth as he looked at the desert. He felt frustrated, angry, and powerless.

Although he had not seen the source of his instincts screaming at him, he knew that for him to sense danger. What was coming for them was something truly dangerous.

'If only I had my former-'

"Divine! I see something in my 12!"

Rosa shouted, disrupting his thoughts.

He looked back, and the instant he did, his eyes widened way past its limits.

"FUCK! ROSA DRIVE! USE EVERYTHING!"

Divine shouted with an anxious expression. Corey, Rosa, and Fatty Black Bonez had never seen Divine make such an expression, but when they looked at the source of his anxiousness, they could not blame him.

They felt that even gods and immortals would fear what they were seeing.

Picture a nightmarish army of creatures that emerges from the darkest depths of your imagination. These beings are not of this world, a sinister fusion of Eldritch horrors and Ancient Nightmares. Their inky black bodies glisten with an eerie, otherwordly luminescence, making them seem like grotesque apparitions in the gloom.

Their eyes, cold and unblinking, burned with malevolent intelligence. Each soldier in this unholy legion possesses a grotesque, distorted form, a nightmare mockery of life. Tentacles writhe from their grotesque faces, and chitinous exoskeletons clack ominously as they advance. They move with an unnatural, bone-chilling coordination, their movements devoid of any humanity.

The air around them seems to thicken with dread, and their very presence induces paralyzing fear. A cacophonous symphony of unearthly screeches and guttural growls emanates from their twisted forms, an auditory assault that sends shivers down your spine.

Their weapons, if they can be called such, are a grotesque extension of their monstrous anatomy. Venomous barbs, razor-sharp appendages, and shadowy tendrils lash out in a frenzied, unrelenting onslaught. The ground quakes with every thunderous step they take, leaving a trail of corrosion and desolation in their wake.

This non-human army is an embodiment of your deepest fears, a relentless force of otherworldly terror that blurs the line between the supernatural and the real. Facing them is to confront the very essence of dread, an encounter from which there may be no escape.

'WHY THE FUCK IS AN ARMY OF HASTUR THE UNSPEAKABLE HERE!'

Divine screamed in his head as he looked at the army, whose numbers were as vast as the sands of the desert.

Corey had a deep frown as he looked at the army, which ran towards them with an evil gaze.

'Most of them are tier 1s and tier 0s. Though I can sense some tier 2s at the back.'

Corey glanced at Divine and wondered why he reacted excessively towards the army.

Was it because of the size of the army?

Corey thought, but a second later, he shook his head.

'His reaction was too excessive just because of the army's size.' 

Although Corey knew they were in danger, he was fascinated by the nightmarish creatures. He activated his Eyes of Omniscience and observed the army of Hastur the Unspeakable.

Meanwhile, the instant Rosa heard Divine's words, she instantly poured her mana into Racing Wolf.

VROOM!

WHOOSH!

Blue flames emerged from the exhaust pipes, and Racing Wolf's speed drastically increased. Its speed was much faster than when Corey poured his mana into Racing Wolf.

The distance between them and the army of Hastur increased. Some minutes later, the figures of the army of Hastur became so distant that the proof that what they saw was real was the existence of a large mass of darkness in the distance.

Despite the distance between them and the army of Hastur, Divine did not take his eyes off the army of Hastur. His eyes contained a calculating and fierce light as he looked at the large mass of darkness in the distance.

A few seconds later, he exhaled softly. But a second after he did, Fatty Black Bonez's shaky voice reached his ears.

"Huh- Uhmm. Cap?"

Divine frowned, then he looked at Fatty, who was pointing to the front with a shaky finger.

A bad feeling arose in Divine's heart. Then he looked in the direction of Fatty's finger.

"Crap."

In front of them was a tornado that spanned a length of approximately two hundred kilometers.

In front of them was a tornado of a massive magnitude, and behind them was an army as vast as the sands of the desert.

What shall Corey and his group members do?

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