Chapter 236 The Path She Has Walked
Above the sky, dark red lead-colored clouds are stirred by the wind, and trucks, after being detonated by the Qingyi Celestial Maiden’s talent, carve out vast arcs of scorched earth across the desolate land, resembling scars left by a branding iron.
The scattered red flames flicker, not only fail to extinguish but instead grow stronger, slowly spreading in all directions.
In the distance, the dense Shaman Queen’s Army surges forward like a raging black tide, facing a torrential rain of arrows and burning logs crashing down from the walls, advancing towards the tall and majestic walls.
The roars of battle fill the ears, and d*ath and fear whip through the thousands of Shaman Queen’s Army, pushing them forward over corpses, until they reach the bottom of the walls, ultimately losing their vitality amidst the horrific screams and the sorrowful clang of metal.
From above, the scene resembles a swarm of ants frantically falling into a fire pit.
Despair, fear, anger… all kinds of painful emotions are soaked in bl**d and the smell of charred flesh, surging towards all corners of the battlefield.
At the edge of the battlefield, Luxianbei stands on top of a truck, arms crossed in front of her, gazing at the brutal scene in the distance with a sense of enjoyment, her chin raised and her eyes slightly squinted.
As Lilith’s powers are satisfied, the core of the Witchkind Urban Legend within her brings her an unprecedented pleasurable experience.
Joy, satisfaction… the spirit energy within her swells like a tide, and her soul trembles with excitement.
She can feel it; she has become the very center of chaos on this battlefield. A single thought can stir the winds and clouds, every movement pulls on everyone’s nerves, and wherever her gaze lands, she can peek into the deepest secrets of their hearts through their frantic eyes.
Once filled with pain, anxiety, panic, or depression, they seem like countless tortured girls, whispering together, gradually becoming gentle as if redeemed, chanting praises with melodious voices, reciting a nearly perfect description of her powers.
“It is the fog that blinds the eyes, and the star that leads the storm; it is her child and the lips that extinguish the lights and kiss the darkness…
“As crimson as slaughter and decay, as pale as sorrow and silence; it is the formless fear and the tangible chaos…
“It is the figure that awakens beyond paradise, possessing the eyes that can make all things beautiful or fall…”
As the whispered descriptions of power echo in her ears and chest, they grow stronger, and in a daze, Luxianbei hears more voices coming from afar.
“Figures that command steel…”
“Calling the calamity of silver-white d*ath…”
“Chisleret (Crimson King)…”
“d*ath, redemption, cruelty, heroism, disaster…”
“……”
These are the perceptions of the tribal warriors on the run and the Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers who witnessed everything atop the walls.
The chaotic, unthinking recognitions, imprinted in countless minds, surge in as sounds unheard by others, gathering together, boiling over, brewing a certain dreadful power.
Luxianbei listens to the voices deep within the hearts of those tribal warriors and Longxiang Army Soldiers, her spirit unable to help but ripple.
Under the influence of the core of the Witchkind Urban Legend, the incessant curses, invectives, and fearful words transform into heartfelt praises.
As the voices grow stronger, the descriptions of power in Luxianbei’s ears are also affected, becoming intermittent, like a poor signal or a frequency mix-up; chaotic noise pierces her eardrums.
“It is the fog that blinds the eyes, and the star that leads the storm… it is the figure that commands steel, and the calamity that calls for silver-white d*ath…”
“As crimson as slaughter and decay, as pale as sorrow and silence; it is the formless fear spreading d*ath and the tangible chaos that brings redemption…”
The voices ringing from the depths of those tribal warriors intertwine with the power descriptions, appearing as if to merge into one.
This is a sign of power being perfected or undergoing change.
Experience or witness to immense fear and pain often leaves a person with profoundly enduring memories.
When such deep memories gather massively and point towards the same urban legend, they can indeed influence that power, leading to earth-shaking changes.
In that moment, Luxianbei even felt as if, with the power brought by the perception of those tribal warriors and Longxiang Army Soldiers, she was on the brink of ascending to a cataclysm…
She had experienced that feeling where one can have a tremendous impact on a certain area, when the essence of Huacheng integrated into her body.
In most cases, tens of thousands of fervent devotees are sufficient to elevate an urban legend to disaster-grade; after all, the distinguished Lord Jumeng of the 800-mile Peach Source, while having countless followers, has fewer than ten thousand residents in Peach Source who can truly be called fervent believers.
However, the tens of thousands of tribal warriors shrouded in the shadow of d*ath and the Longxiang Army Soldiers who witnessed the shocking scenes possess a strong perception, which, although slightly inferior to fervent believers, is an astonishing number already capable of causing subtle changes.
From a certain perspective, this battlefield has transformed into a colossal altar, with Luxianbei as the sacrificial target!
In fact, there have been cases documented in the Siye Society archives where disaster-grade urban legends were born from war.
Years ago, during a significant regional conflict in Eastern Europe, a disaster-grade urban legend was birthed from the consciousness of tens of thousands of affected people. Two disaster-grade spiritual ability users and dozens of A-Class spiritual ability users from the White God Group paid with their lives to slay that urban legend.
This may also be one of the reasons why the White God Group, which has always had a good relationship with the Siye Society, was willing to anger the Siye Society to destroy Yumen Pass and relieve their pressure.
After all, losing several top-tier forces at once is indeed a devastating blow to the White God Group.
However…
It’s still not enough. We’re so close!
The thought flashed through Luxianbei’s mind, and in a daze, she could hardly distinguish if it was her own thought or the instinct of the core of the Witchkind Urban Legend.
Just at that moment, a tearing noise struck her ears, and the next moment, a twisted spear flew toward her face with a whistle.
Luxianbei casually grasped the incoming spear and then looked in the direction it had come from, frowning as a cold glimmer flashed in her crimson eyes.
She noticed the figures staggering up from the scorched earth and the remnants of limbs on the battlefield, driven by fierce combat spirit, walking towards her with weapons in hand.
These figures scattered throughout the battlefield amount to around two or three hundred people at a glance.
“……”
Is it them?
Are they the ones blocking my path to ascend to disaster?
If so… then let them all disappear!
Luxianbei thought, taking a step forward, landing lightly on the ground, and leisurely walking towards those figures.
Watching her back, Shen Baiwei seemed to sense something, standing up and softly calling out, “Calamity, don’t go, come back!”
As her words fell, Luxianbei abruptly turned around, instantly freezing in place, obediently shutting her mouth.
In the moment her gaze met Luxianbei’s eyes, her intuition told her that if she said one more word, she would d*e…
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Under the canopy of the sky, light gray clouds roll.
On the crumbling rooftop, a girl ties her crimson hair into a neat ponytail, wearing a checkered apron, sitting cross-legged on the ground, fiddling with the dark red mud.
In the empty space before her, a sculpture seemingly constructed of countless irregular geometric stones emits a heavy, peace-inducing aura, swaying back and forth, as if ready to come to life at any moment.
With the “light-bringing bald head” and the “Pure Water King” creating pure streams, it’s time to plan and restore the shattered earth.
“Slap—!”
Seemingly unsatisfied with her work, the girl suddenly raises her hand and slaps the sculpture back into a lump of mud, shaking her head, “Still not right! It’s missing a bit of spirit…”
Sighing silently, she retracts her attention from the lump of mud, stands up, and strolls to the edge of the rooftop, looking up at the sky.
“Let’s see how that kid is doing now…”
The girl murmurs to herself, and the next second, as if witnessing something terrible, her pupils tremble.
“What the hell! How could this happen?”
“d*mn it! How can that kid be so troublesome? I turn my back for just a moment, and he’s doing big things behind my back? I told you to create disasters, not to get involved in wars, you brat!”
At that moment, the Proxy Player Sister suddenly felt an exasperating sensation, as if her kid had broken a leg while she wasn’t watching closely.
“If this continues, will she accept that guy’s guidance?”
As she speaks, the Proxy Player Sister continuously bites her fingers, her expression becoming increasingly serious.
She doesn’t worry about Luxianbei making mistakes; after all, she has ways to help her make up for it.
Nor does she mind if Luxianbei advances to disaster grade based on that power, as whether it’s a mythological species, Witchkind, or even the White Wolf God, they’re all good choices.
However…
She fears Luxianbei will walk the same path as her.
To create slaughter and fear, to retaliate with violence, to accept guidance from the unseen, to obtain power in the quickest and fiercest manner, just like a black hole that devours everything.
If that happens, Luxianbei would have no turning back.
After all, just like it’s written in “The Beheaded Queen” — “All gifts bestowed by fate have already been priced in secret.”
“d*mn it! I need to think of something…” The Proxy Player Sister’s words trailed off as she looked down at her hands, frowning.
At this moment, is it really okay to interfere? Will it really work? If she decides to accept that guy’s guidance, will she keep repeating the same mistakes no matter how many times? the Proxy Player Sister pondered.
