Chapter 293: Party Time Ends
“What is that? Could it be…”
Looking out at the dark tide erupting in the faraway wasteland, seemingly about to swallow everything, the Wordless Book exclaimed in surprise, and its pupils slightly dilated.
At first, watching the Calamity, there were no flashy moves; it simply relied on its own power and speed to throw a punch at the Shaman Queen. She thought that the Calamity was just testing the waters…
After all, the Shaman Queen wielded the power symbolizing war, and in terms of combat skills, she far surpassed the vast majority of Spiritual Ability Users and urban legends, truly a master-level existence.
In the presence of such a being, a straightforward punch, from a certain perspective, was akin to a child’s simple punch; one could merely extend an arm and press down on the opponent’s head to nullify it.
Thus, the Wordless Book thought this attack from the Calamity could only be a test, as it couldn’t fathom the meaning behind the Calamity’s actions otherwise.
However, what she didn’t expect was that this punch contained a spine-chilling power…
Surging waves manifested from the void, which could not be sensed, as if countless brushes were dancing aimlessly, sketching out chaotic, twisted, and continuously stacking black lines.
Within the realm cloaked by these black lines, everything was perishing.
Air, light, spirit energy… even vision and spiritual perception were excluded, as if that space no longer existed in this world.
As she gazed and probed for a while, those messy black lines seemed to penetrate her mind in some bizarre manner, stirring and tearing at her consciousness, inducing excruciating pain that pierced her soul.
Noticing such abnormal phenomena, and recalling that the damaged God Realm Yumen had suddenly repaired itself not long ago, along with the monitoring data transmitted from the Siye Association Headquarters, the Wordless Book made a bold guess.
“Could it be that the Calamity has mastered the method of creating [Unconventional Calamity Events · Time]?” she murmured, her expression gradually turning grave.
Although the Calamity was not an enemy at the moment, having an urban legend controlling an unknown yet fearsome power, regardless of the circumstances, couldn’t be considered good news.
She didn’t disbelieve in the Calamity; she was just worried that in the future, if this power were used in the wrong way, it would lead to an irreparable disaster…
Moreover, the area around Yumen was not solely populated by the Siye Association.
Everyone was watching wide-eyed!
The intel about the Calamity using this power would likely appear on the conference tables of major spirit energy organizations within half a day.
The Siye Association might pretend to be unaware of the Calamity’s potential threat, but how other spirit energy organizations would judge the situation was beyond the Siye Association’s control.
At that time, would the battle between the Calamity and the Shaman Queen be deemed a righteous act to prevent disaster, or would it be categorized as a dog-eat-dog fight between Cataclysm Grade urban legends? The Wordless Book wondered.
Just as the Wordless Book guessed, as Luxianbei fought against the Shaman Queen, countless eyes were secretly observing the terrifying scene on that expanse of wasteland.
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“What a terrifying urban legend!” the heavily injured Fujihara Sawae exclaimed, gazing at two figures amidst the chaos as her old servant assisted her in retreating.
“Indeed,” the elder agreed, “it’s practically a projection of hell on Earth; this must be the legendary Lord of Divine Retribution.”
The Lord of Divine Retribution was a term used by certain spirit energy organizations, including several prominent shrines from country R, to refer to elements that could destroy the world. In their understanding, the emergence of such urban legends was born from humanity committing certain serious offenses, bringing forth the terrifying wrath of heaven.
As for how they would respond upon realizing their mistakes, others could not say…
Nevertheless, customarily, they would probably start with a bow and apology, right?
“The Lord of Divine Retribution, huh?” Fujihara Sawae’s gaze lingered on the chaotic black lines for a few seconds, and only when her eye pupils felt a sting did she pull her gaze away, pouting, “I don’t think it seems like that. They’re risking their lives to stop the Shaman Queen from creating disaster!”
“Miss, do not be misled by appearances,” the elder said earnestly. “This may just be a power struggle among urban legends.”
“Appearance?” Fujihara Sawae rolled her eyes. “On the surface, I also don’t fit your idea of a good person, right? Uncle, your prejudices are too severe!”
“…”
Realizing he couldn’t win an argument with his own young shrine maiden, the elder remained silent for a moment before insisting, “Regardless, the situation here will be reported truthfully to the Shrine Master.”
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On the other side.
Two figures clad in light sky-blue robes embroidered with the Miracle Flower were hastily withdrawing.
Sensing the terrifying fluctuations from the wasteland, one of the figures halted, turned around, and looked toward the battlefield with bloodshot eyes bearing deep dark circles.
A few seconds later, the other companion noticed he hadn’t followed and urged, “Hey! What are you looking at? We’ve got the item; let’s hurry and leave before any complications arise.”
Upon hearing, the figure withdrew his gaze, and in the moment he turned, the dark circles and bloodshot veins in his eyes quietly faded away.
“Sorry, I just zoned out for a moment… But the Calamity truly lives up to being valued by the President; it’s indeed frightening.”
“What good is that?” the other figure spoke with a hint of disdain. “With the Saints’ plan nearing completion, be it those elements that destroy the world, or the bastards sent by the President, they’ll soon be unable to make waves.”
“Yeah, that’s a good point. Let’s go; we shouldn’t keep the elders waiting.”
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As Luxianbei received a punch aimed directly at him, the Shaman Queen instinctively raised her arms to guard her chest.
In the next moment, the violent collision she anticipated did not occur. As darkness enveloped her, she felt as if she had been pulled into an empty deep abyss by a terrifying force, unable to sense anything’s presence, even her consciousness and powers gradually drifting away.
However, this state didn’t last long; soon she was jolted awake by the overwhelming physical pain that surged through her.
The existence of the Shaman Queen might be corrected and eliminated, but war would not.
At least until the aura of war that lingered in the vicinity of the God Realm Yumen was fully consumed, it would not.
As long as she had power, she could return once more!
Suddenly regaining her senses, the Shaman Queen looked down.
Her arms, used for blocking, had disintegrated into powder, and it was as if her flesh had been stripped away, exposing her bloodied bones.
Yet the damage inflicted by that terrifying punch extended far beyond that.
When those chaotic black lines broke through her arms’ defense and struck her chest, they directly surged into her body.
At that moment, she distinctly felt countless small, chaotic, frightening “things” within her body, moving like frenzied parasites along her bl**d vessels and bones, causing spirit energy and flesh to evaporate in an instant, leaving no traces of existence.
If it weren’t for the war’s aura continuously converting into vast spirit energy and repairing her, her body would surely have collapsed on the spot, disappearing as if it had never existed.
This was dangerous!
That punch was very dangerous!
Even with the Miracle Flower’s support, it was difficult to evade.
If only that punch had landed with slightly more precision, targetting close to the core of the urban legend’s essence, it might have caused irreparable damage to her powers.
But unfortunately, there were no ifs…
In the next moment, intense light flashed and vanished.
Then came the roar erupted by boundless flames, waves of destruction spreading, shrouding everything in a color of annihilation.
Wherever it passed, everything quickly evaporated.
Enveloped by astonishing heat, the Shaman Queen’s armor glowed fiercely, her vision pierced through the air distorted by the high temperature, landing on Luxianbei’s arm, and a cruel smile formed on her lips.
As she had speculated, her dear kind could not master or continuously unleash such terrifying power…
So, before she could gather her strength again, it was the best opportunity to k*ll her!
Thus, with a thought, the war visions encompassing the entire wasteland suddenly shifted.
As if it had reached halftime, the shadow of d*ath, which had been continuously battling and creating slaughter, suddenly paused, then turned its collective spearheads toward the slender figure that was Luxianbei.
In that brief moment, all the bl**d-colored figures embodying the aura of war gathered from different eras transformed into a unified army, with the Shaman Queen as their commander.
Thus, an unprecedented scene of war unfolded.
Roaring cavalry charged like a breaking dam, overwhelming in their advance.
Arrows formed from gathered bl**d light intertwined, resembling a canopy of crimson silk.
The sound of pounding steel echoed deafeningly, with thousands of cannon mouths crazily firing in unison, hanging in the sky like burning stars.
Endless yellow sand was repeatedly crushed, revealing the hills buried beneath it.
Under the surging impact of spirit energy, the earth rippled like it was being flipped.
Tens of thousands of tons of earth and stone surged upward, forming hills that opened without warning the next second, revealing countless ravines.
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Yet this grand attack had substance but was merely an manifestation derived from the power of the Shaman Queen’s abilities hidden beneath the surge of spirit energy.
That power, imbued with strong aggressiveness and a desire for conquest, combined d*ath, murderous intent, madness, and the resentment of national destruction and extinction.
Feeling locked by that power gave inexplicable sensations of being ambushed from all sides and being the enemy of the world.
A chilling tremor gripped her heart!
In the next moment, two figures collided like meteors dashing across the sky, clashing hundreds of times in the blink of an eye.
Then,
Luxianbei, consistently on the losing end, was sent flying backward.
“…”
d*mn! It felt like the gravel and drifting smoke around her had turned into enemies, ready to leap up and deliver punches at any moment.
She wondered if this was what it felt like for the Monkey King when he wreaked havoc in Heaven, standing against a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers.
This was quite a predicament; she had thought she could take them out with a single move, but now…
As Luxianbei pushed her precognitive thoughts and the special powers of her eyes to their limits, dodging the attacking bl**d-shadow soldiers and chaotic cannon fire, her mind was filled with slightly nonsensical thoughts.
Meanwhile, her peripheral vision drifted to her right arm, her brow furrowing into a knot.
After throwing that punch and unleashing the full force of the Miracle Flower’s correction, she had been holding back the agonizing pain that felt like it would shatter her arm completely, but after making that punch, her right arm and part of her body lost all sensation.
Not even her spiritual perception could sense it…
Her entire arm flickered, appearing and disappearing constantly, morphing into various bizarre shapes with each flicker.
Sometimes it became a pillar riddled with holes, sometimes a tangled root, sometimes a gruesome beast head, or a lump of rotten flesh, or a tuft of hair… in any case, it looked nothing like a human hand.
It was as if there was severe modeling distortion, ready to collapse at any moment.
Seeing this scene, Luxianbei realized she might have made the right bet.
To that terrifying will, her importance seemed to be slightly higher than the correction of the Miracle Flower.
But it could also just be a draw where neither side wins nor loses.
That feeling was akin to successfully triggering a bug, and while the developers had no intention of banning her, they had directly caused the game to throw errors, eliminating any potential for enjoyable play.
“…”
With that being said, the same attack should still have two more chances…
But if she didn’t want it to turn into a scenario where heaven and earth share the same longevity, there was likely only one chance; one shouldn’t expect miracles in such a moment, right?
Fortunately, I still have PLAN B! Luxianbei thought.
Just as the Wordless Book had speculated, that punch from her was, in certain respects, merely a test.
Couldn’t a super ultimate skill be a test too?
Landing a one-hit k*ll was certainly great, but if that wasn’t possible, drawing out the opponent’s trump card and preparing for the real k*ll would also be good, provided one didn’t get caught off guard.
The silver lining was that through that blow, Luxianbei discovered the problem.
She realized that relying soley on brute force wouldn’t work!
To k*ll the Shaman Queen, she had to tackle it from two fronts—first suppressing the Shaman Queen’s powers to prevent her from absorbing the aura of war and repairing herself, while simultaneously launching a fatal blow.
Suppressing the Shaman Queen’s powers could be done to some extent relying on the North Spirit Seal’s powers.
The calamity of severed life has historically had a natural suppression on war.
Though wars bring slaughter, the winning side usually retains a tiny thread of life.
When calamity descends, and all living things perish, naturally, war would cease.
The fatal blow could be executed using the destructive forces unleashed by the Miracle Flower’s correction.
However, the issue was Luxianbei couldn’t balance both…
Perhaps she could dodge the attack produced by the war scenario conjured by the Shaman Queen using her anticipatory thoughts and the special abilities of her eyes, but the Shaman Queen’s combat skills were exceedingly refined, and her fierce counterattacks following any advancements targeted directly at critical points left her little room to divert her focus.
If it weren’t for her enduring prolonged hellish beatings from the Ancestor, she might not have even had the chance to think at all.
But it didn’t matter!
If one-on-one fighting didn’t work, could she not call for help?
With that thought, Luxianbei retreated rapidly, and at the instant she created distance from the Shaman Queen, the heavy armor transformed from Ling Tai Purification enveloped her whole body.
Then, calamity struck, and life was severed!
In that instant, the grand manifestation stirring across the wasteland seemed to hit the pause button, abruptly halting.
The next moment, a howling sound emanated from the direction of the God Realm Yumen.
Upon hearing the howl, Luxianbei fixed her gaze on the oncoming Shaman Queen, her eyes slightly narrowing.
One strike; if she could withstand just one strike, once help arrived, it would buy enough time…
Come on, Shaman Queen!
Party time is over, time for the righteous beatdown!
