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Chapter 316 - 278: Warrior (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 316: Chapter 278: Warrior (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Ghastly Realm, a land covered in the ruins of buildings, shrouded in grey fog.

Chilly winds howled, their screams resounding.

A faint orange glow blossomed within, dimly illuminating the outline of a human figure.

One hand holding a lantern, the other grasping a heavy sword.

The lantern’s light was weak, it seemed unable to scatter the thick, pervasive grey fog, rendering the figure’s silhouette hazy and its movements stumbling.

"Roar——!"

The grey fog suddenly shook and a huge head burst forth, its ferocious teeth bared as it dove down.

Diving toward that blurry and tiny shadow.

In a split second, the shadow raised its heavy sword, and a burst of orange light flared up around it. Both the figure and the sword were enveloped in the flame, blasting off the ground and dragging behind streaks of light. She slashed out with a brilliant orange sword light.

Boom——!

The colossal head fell to the ground, sinking deeply; a savage wound over ten meters long nearly cleaved the entire head in two.

The remaining flames were fierce, the fog thick and rampant.

The figure that landed suddenly staggered, their face flush with an unhealthy red, coughing up black-stained blood.

She grabbed the lantern and fled swiftly; moments later, terrifying roars echoed from where the disastrous Mysterious Evil was severed.

She continued to flee for several kilometers before slowing down slightly.

Forced to support her body with her heavy sword, she was now gasping incessantly.

Her complexion was unnaturally flushed, eyes bloodshot, her face smeared with blood and filth melded into her disheveled hair—she looked as though she had emerged from a cesspool of mud.

Her armor was in shambles, with much of her skin exposed—not the least bit enticing, because these places were either filled with coagulated blood or had grown patches of black, and one could vaguely discern flesh sprouting woundishly from within like writhing maggots, the black patches slowly changing as if about to grow a human face.

It was eerie and deeply unsettling.

Citina gasped for breath, her voice tinged with uncontrollable moans.

And despair.

She was acutely aware of her current condition; recalling the events that had transpired not long ago, she felt a surge of fear.

...

Not long ago,

Citina was a resident of the Great Oasis’ "North Wind Island," an oasis situated within a secluded black marsh, thus suffering less from the invasion of Mysterious Evil. Over the years, through generations, North Wind Island’s heritage had persisted and grown in strength.

Home to no fewer than eleven throne-tier powerhouses, it was ranked amongst the strongest in the Great Oasis.

Citina was one of North Wind Island’s throne-tier powerhouses and the youngest among them, far younger than any of the others.

She was imbued with a mission from a young age!

To strive for the rise of North Wind Island, to elevate it to new heights!

Citina indeed did not disappoint, as she started learning at three, practicing swordsmanship at five, and fully awakening to the mystical at fourteen.

From that day on, Citina’s talents truly began to emerge.

Second awakening at 15, third at 16.

Fourth awakening to the Superhuman Rank at 18, leader tier at 19, and by 21, she had stepped into the sixth awakening, throne tier—decades younger than the youngest sixth-tier powerhouse in North Wind Island’s history!

Crucially, Citina’s level of corruption had always been low; she embraced the mysteries but was able to resist the erosion.

Her combat power was even superior to those veteran sixth-tier powerhouses.

Lauded as a seed of myth, a future star! Carrying the hopes of all on North Wind Island, yet today, an accident occurred—not born from Citina herself, but instead the sky... suddenly changed!

The sky split open.

Half was seductive red, the other, twisted black.

An anomaly enveloped the entire North Wind Island, terrifying pollution spreading out. Ordinary people and even low-tier Awakeners could not resist, their sanity instantly overtaken by an insatiable inner desire, and soon lascivious noises filled every corner of North Wind Island.

This was only one aspect of the catastrophe.

Domesticated livestock grew two, three heads, while people on the streets twisted their limbs and transformed into bizarre creatures in the blink of an eye.

All sorts of monsters surged onto the streets.

Only stronger Awakeners could resist, or those using Strange Implements to shelter others nearby—and they were a slim minority.

If it had only been thus, North Wind Island would have suffered a devastating blow, but would not have been completely destroyed.

However, soon after, shadowy figures large enough to block out the sun appeared.

A major battle erupted.

Terrible torrents of energy swept through, the pollution descending like dark curtains layer by layer.

More horrifying still was the Dark River that pierced through the heavens, emerging from the unknown, twisting and winding towards an unknown end.

And beneath the pale red canopy, faint silhouettes of a lake could be seen with attractive, graceful figures, half-naked, their backs visible in the misty red waters.

"The Twisted Black River and..."

"Mother of Lust!"

In North Wind Island, knowledgeable elders trembled as they spoke.

Thereafter, the entire Great Oasis of North Wind Island was no more.

Engulfed in the collision of two nameless Evil Gods, the source of contamination was actually... still very far from their Great Oasis of North Wind Island.

They had only been slightly affected, and the people were gone; the Great Oasis was eroded by pollution, devoid of any sign of life.

It was an unprovoked disaster.

It was also an irresistible, despair-inducing calamity.

Only Citina, swept up in confusion, her body tossed by turbulent currents along with the surging mists, landed with a thud like a rag doll and miraculously survived.

Yet she was severely contaminated.

Without the contamination, she might have achieved the mythical, but now, merely staying alive was difficult, let alone reaching the mythical... Was the mythical even useful?

Myths, in the presence of such indescribable entities, were still nothing but ants.

Even a super oasis facing such calamity had only one fate—annihilation.

This was the power of the Evil God!

Representing chaos, disaster, destruction, the Unassailable Evil God!

Citina’s breath grew even more chaotic at the thought, and her cheeks flushed with a pale red heat that she exhaled, her toes curling involuntarily, the black spots on one side of her waist squirming and converging into a gradually clear grimace.

Piercing, chaotic noises rang in her ears as if a thousand insects were burrowing inside her earholes.

But suddenly, a loud and clear voice exploded, suppressing all the noise.

"You have been chosen by fate——"

"You have been chosen by fate——"

"You have been chosen by fate——"

The resounding sound, like the voice of heaven and earth, echoed continuously in her ears.

Citina propped herself up, "Is it an auditory hallucination?"

At a time like this, it had to be a hallucination caused by pollution, but ever since that resounding hallucination appeared, the other noises had lessened significantly, and her head didn’t hurt as much.

A hallucination had this effect?

Citina shook her head, trying to block out what she deemed an even more terrifying hallucination.

Suddenly,

Particles of light gathered, forming lines little by little, and then quickly sketched out a complete object—a vial glowing with a faint orange halo, its cap already unscrewed and tilted slightly, gurgling right towards her mouth. Before she could react, the liquid flowed swiftly down her throat, gulped down in one go.

She resisted, but could only emit a faint "mm mm mm" sound.

The next second, her eyes bulged, forgetting to close her mouth.

...

...

Dozens of seconds earlier,

When Fang You saw the prompt for drawing the "Apostle of Fate," his eyes widened as well.

"How long has it been since I last drew one!"

He had thought that the Apostle of Fate could only be drawn from the ’Fate Pool,’ and that these ’Common Pools’ simply wouldn’t yield one.

Today was a lucky day.

It was the first one, a golden Legendary Tier Angel Envoy he had pulled.

Fragments of memory emerged before Instructor Fang, and he was not just viewing ’CG scenes,’ but rather immersing himself in them.

Thus, Instructor Fang also saw that terrifying spectacle, which spanned the sky of the Ghastly Realm and was not the least bit hindered by the gray fog!

"Twisted Black River!"

"Mother of Desire!"

This was the Evil God, located in the deepest depths of the Ghastly Realm, the most terrifying and indescribable Evil God!

Information about such Evil Gods was extremely scarce, to say nothing of seeing the ’true form;’ even through a double barrier, his soul shuddered in an instant, but at the same time, threads of information began to stream into his mind.

’Greed Ritual’

’Metamorphosis Ritual’

These were not high-level rituals; after all, the distance was vast, and what he saw was merely the ’outer form’ of the Evil God’s manifestation.

Compared to this scant information, the horror of the Evil God made his heart palpitate.

The difference in levels was too vast!

Forget about plotting against the Evil God, one must still be prudent and grow in strength discreetly!

"However, now I am also a person who has ’faced an Evil God’ directly."

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Fang You soon saw the Apostle of Fate ’Citina,’ in an extremely pitiful state, looking as if she was on the brink of death.

He was startled.

This freshly drawn Angel Envoy couldn’t just perish like this.

He checked Citina’s status, noting multiple injuries, a depletion of life energy, and various erosions and pollutions.

Pollution was the most serious, exceeding 50%!

This girl could become Mysterious Evil at any moment!

Fang You hurriedly searched his inventory; the ’Purification Potion’ he produced was too low in level to be effective, but fortunately, he had previously drawn a blue-tier ’Clarifying Potion,’ roughly equivalent to a premium version of the Purification Potion.

There were not many, only 5 in total.

He immediately operated, ’Citina→Select→Cultivate→Item→Use Potion,’ and in succession, he poured four potions down her throat.

Seeing her condition stabilize slightly, Fang You finally breathed a sigh of relief, but it was not yet completely over.

He continued to pour down various restorative potions.

Only when Citina’s wounds began to heal slightly and her condition went from ’critical’ to ’moderate’ did he have a moment to look up the detailed information of the new Angel Envoy.

’Citina (Sixth Awakening)’

’Age: 24’

’Potential: Golden Legendary’

’Dimensional: Slight’

’Mysterious: 1985W’

’Equipment: Blunt Heavy Sword (Purple Strange Implement), North Wind Armor (Blue Strange Implement·Damaged), Bright Lantern (Green)’

’Skills: Basic Swordsmanship (White·Master), North Wind Swordsmanship (Green·Incomplete·Proficient), Language Comprehension (Green·Skilled)’

’Talent: Warrior’

’Ability: Warflame’

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’Warrior: The bearer of this talent has extremely strong combat intuition and can continuously improve their dimensional attributes, abilities, skills, etc., through battle. If severely wounded and on the brink of death in battle, a substantial dimensional increase can be obtained post-battle by squeezing one’s potential, with diminishing effects upon consecutive uses.’

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’Warflame: Capable of converting one’s life energy into a higher-grade special energy that envelops the user, this ability has protective, enhancing, and damaging effects.’