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Chapter 385 - 317: The Final Killing Move (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 385: Chapter 317: The Final Killing Move (Seeking Monthly Pass)

"Oh, how formidable!"

"Otherwise, I’d better start practicing, or we’ll never catch up."

"What gave you the illusion that if I, your Lord, practiced, we could catch up to Miss Youyou, with my crappy self?"

Atop the city wall, Yi Xuelu had her mouth slightly ajar, frozen in what seemed like a petrified stance for quite some time now.

But in her mind, one voice after another echoed incessantly.

Exactly the same.

As if she had experienced a spiritual split.

Yi Xuelu was used to it herself, it was just that she was unaccustomed to the sudden shift from ’newbie’ to ’big shot’ in An Jianyou.

Blue Star’s Yi Xuelu spoke up, "Is there a possibility that Miss Youyou has... started cheating?"

...

The battlefield fell into a strange calm.

The Evil God camp’s two mythical beings, worried about a sneak attack from An Jianyou, retreated far back, guarding against her as if facing a formidable enemy.

Light Red was steaming with white mist all over, likewise retreating and pausing to rest.

The ’Brain’ buzzed and whirred, perhaps recalling the recent battles.

Its consciousness was newborn, somewhat confused, yet the combat instincts and talents etched within its being aided it in quickly assimilating what it learned.

Among the three battlefronts, Blade Corps was under the greatest pressure.

Black Blade himself was unharmed and could continue fighting for several more hours, but many of the corps’ warriors were already overburdened. He naturally halted to give his troops a short respite, though his gaze was still fixed on the two mythic descendents in the distance.

Even the mysterious evils, devoid of rational thought and driven solely by their hunting instincts, paused for a moment.

Presumably, they were intimidated by the aura of a ’high-ranking mysterious evil’ exuding from An Jianyou.

Until,

Once again, the might of a mythic being rose up, breaking the short-lived silence.

...

Further north of the battlefield, in a more distant place.

A lake that had somehow turned blood-red under the illumination of the Red Moon was bubbling ceaselessly.

A powerful figure, growing a unicorn from his forehead and clad in dark crimson armor, slowly stepped through the chanting of hundreds of heretical cultists, over the blood-red lake water, to the center of the lake.

He closed his eyes, allowing the boiling blood to surge upward and to cling to his body like hands, but the armored figure stood still, unmoved.

This was a warrior hailing from the Crimson Empire, possessing the strength of the Common Peak List of the Six Senses, stronger than many of the higher-ups from the Great Oasis.

Yet, at this moment, his only purpose was to serve as a vessel, to welcome the descent of a great ancestor!

This was the preparation of the Crimson Emperor.

The descent of gods also varied in form.

The most convenient form was to borrow a trace of the mother goddess’s power through a ritual, encompassing it within an epic statue as a container for the descent, which could wield a power comparable to that of myths.

And the more advanced the descent, the more fitting the vessel required.

The offspring of mythic beings were the most suitable vessels.

Via this method, the Crimson Emperor could exert a mightier force; of course, it was only slightly stronger than the likes of the Ox Demon and other mythics. This was the limit of divine descent, as well as a restriction of the world.

"Even with this body, it would still be difficult to match that human, but..."

"Your emperor has prepared another hand."

Whoosh—

The divinity of a higher being infused within, the body of the Six Senses warrior wrapped in blood began visibly transforming.

His features changed.

His figure changed.

The vast blood flowing within transformed from red to golden red, tainted by strands and threads of noble divine particles.

Breaking free from Blood Lake, he reached out, summoning a Longsword radiating a rich blood light into his hand.

He ascended into the sky.

...

On the third battlefield, An Jianyou achieved a significant victory, but... Fang You still didn’t dare to relax, that gaze was still fixed firmly on him.

"As expected, here it comes."

A colossal blood-colored phantom suddenly appeared and then vanished.

One could barely perceive that a terrifying divine might was approaching.

This divine might, Mr. Fang felt eerily familiar.

"It has emerged again, the... the fourth mythic figure to descend!"

In Sword Flower City, the White Tower, Scorched Flame Oasis, and other places, one observer after another was... not too shocked, as they had grown somewhat accustomed to it.

Mythical beings from the legends?

Humph! Are myths so rare? Your tower master just saw three of them!

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There was indeed surprise, but the impact on their hearts wasn’t as severe as before; it was more like numbness rather than getting used to it.

And a bit of confusion lingered.

"Yet another myth descends, but to what avail? If this myth had descended earlier, the battle situation might have been different, but now, this myth has arrived too late."

Tower Master of Wealth said.

Now, as this mythic might rose, the remotely controlled mysterious evils had already dispersed, the terrible figure in red soared into the sky, revealing the figure of An Jianyou who had been enveloped within.

She wore a black robe, her black hair wafting.

Though she appeared ’meek and deceivable’, one could also discern from another aspect...

"After entering the Inhuman State, the Blue Star’s guardian seems to have been affected by the corruption, though not severely?"

"Indeed, the battle just now was very brief, so brief that the other forces of the Evil God camp hadn’t had the time to provide support... Perhaps it’s precisely because of the brevity that the aftermath of the Inhuman State is minimal."

"Her condition is still relatively good!"

The Tower Master of Wealth pondered and then made a judgment,

"This Blue Star guardian certainly dares not enter the ’Inhuman State’ again, but with the control over that Seven Stars robe, she already possesses greater combat ability than a ’Godly Descent Myth’."

"This means the current power balance is evenly matched, or perhaps Blue Star even has a slight advantage!"

In this situation, another mythic figure descended on the Evil God’s side, but what was the point?

To round out the numbers, to be sent off together?

That was obviously impossible. The low-ranking heretical cultists might be fools, but the mid-ranking minions of the Evil God were already quite cunning, let alone those high-ranking existences.

They might have misjudged Blue Star, but they would never make a meaningless choice.

Could it be...

...

"Is the Evil God faction preparing to descend another myth again?"

"This is already the fourth one!"

The War Song Dean growled lowly.

From this point alone, one could see just how terrifying the Evil God faction was, with mythical beings cropping up one after the other like cabbages.

Uh, but Blue Star, who harvested these mythical beings as if they were cabbages, was even more terrifying.

Especially that white-haired... black-haired girl, she was simply terrifying to such an extent.

The War Song Dean shuddered.

Thinking the same thing, the Rose Dean turned to Matissa and asked, "Are you sure that the leader of the Blue Star world is that man code-named ’Instructor’?"

From her vantage point, she could also see the white-robed figure atop the city walls from a distance.

He seemed to be a proper, bright, and handsome person, but the strongest of the Blue Star? It didn’t seem likely!

He didn’t resemble the commander of the Black Armored Corps at all, who was like a blade piercing the clouds.

Nor did he resemble the one who commanded Mysterious Evil, seemingly weak and frail yet like a devil.

Compared to those two, the white-robed instructor gave her the impression of... a normal strong person. Because he was normal, he didn’t seem special.

Hearing her own dean’s question, Matissa nodded with certainty.

"Miss An and the Chief Instructor Black Blade, they follow the orders of the Instructor."

"However..."

Whether the Instructor really was the strongest or what kind of power he had was Matissa’s blind spot in knowledge.

She wouldn’t go out of her way to pry into such matters.

Only occasionally had she heard discussions about him, and it seemed exceedingly rare for anyone to have seen the Instructor truly take action.

That Instructor, it seemed he hadn’t gone all out in a very long time.

"A leader indeed may not necessarily be the strongest person."

The Rose Dean spoke, "That girl who commands Mysterious Evil clearly doesn’t have the temperament to be a leader, and the commander of the Black Armored Corps probably prefers being a General, so the leadership fell to the white-robed Instructor, who possesses considerable strength and a certain level of strategic ability."

The War Song Dean nodded, "Rose is right."

Looking into the distance, the Rose Dean said, "Now, let’s see whether that girl is stronger or this newly descended myth has some trick up its sleeve."

The myth had already arrived.

Donning a crown and clad in crimson armor, a towering figure with an indistinct face appeared tens of kilometers away, standing above the sky.

His status seemed somewhat more noble.

He wasn’t attacking; it seemed he was waiting for something.

"The fifth myth, there couldn’t really be one, could there?"

"No mythic presence is ascending, though."

"Wait, it looks like the wind is picking up."

"The wind? What’s so strange about that?"

On such a day, wind indeed wasn’t strange, but the wind that suddenly started to swirl was a series of visible grey Wind Cyclones, brushing past faces and billowing clothes, seemingly enveloping heaven and earth in an instant.

It was around a force six or seven wind that could make big trees sway ceaselessly.

But those present, the Awakeners, weren’t much affected by it; were it not for the strangely rising wind, nobody would have cared at all.

"How has the wind suddenly picked up like this?"

"Is this also a tactic of the Evil God faction?"

"But what can this slight breeze do? It couldn’t even scrape a healing mark."

Some envoys were indifferent.

However, powerhouses like the Rose Dean and the War Song Dean frowned, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition.

"Wait, the connection with the original... it’s been cut!"

"This wind, no, this whole space is wrong!"

"What in the world is this?"

The War Song Dean’s brow furrowed.

On the city walls,

Yiyue Lurui frowned, as her connection with the original and first incarnation had also become intermittent.

In another place,

The Tower Master of Wealth pondered deeply, as this scene seemed... it seemed to be something he had come across in some ancient tome, but what exactly was it!

"It’s... a rule-based Mysterious Evil!"

The voice of the Lady of Snakes rang out, "We are now within the domain of a rule-based Mysterious Evil, which will engulf us as it grows stronger."

"The wind is this Mysterious Evil’s ’special rule’."

She furrowed her willow brows, feeling it closely, "Southeast wind, northwest wind, the direction of the wind is changing and getting stronger, as for other things..."

She couldn’t deduce more immediately.

But clearly, a rule-based Mysterious Evil was much more terrifying than a descended myth, even if the True Body of an Evil God faction’s myth had come, its horror was nowhere near that of this ’Storm’.

"Lucky for me, only an avatar of mine has come, but it’s still a loss, this sliver of consciousness will be completely buried here, unable to bring back any information."

"This is the terror of a rule-based Mysterious Evil, completely forbidden from the world."

"But how did such a Mysterious Evil arrive?"

...

How had it appeared? This was a question in many people’s hearts, including Fang You, who couldn’t find an explanation either.

The Dispatch Map could display and mark various Mysterious Evils, the higher the star level, the more obvious the icon, with brighter and larger symbols. However, this Seven-Star rule-based Mysterious Evil ’Storm’ suddenly emerged, appearing on the map just then.

Located to the northeast of the city wall, sixty-three kilometers away.

And around this large icon, there spread out ripples like those of water, covering twenty to thirty kilometers to the north and over a hundred kilometers to the south, engulfing nearly half of the Shui Ze base city within it.

And visibly, it was slowly expanding.

...

"This naturally, is a contingency plan prepared by me, Your Majesty."

In front of the Ox Demon Myth and the Flesh Myth, the Crimson Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, speaking indifferently.

The storm concealed the figures of the three, masking sky and earth, with only the Red Moon still shedding its eerie glow.

"Earlier, I borrowed the power of the Mother Goddess to penetrate the world’s barriers of Blue Star and sent down tens of thousands of Mysterious Evils. But whether it was the instantaneously evolving countless Calamity Level Mysterious Evils or that worthless Seven-Star Fallen Mica, none of them was my real killing move. Their purpose... was merely to conceal the entrance of the rule-based Mysterious Evil ’Storm’ into Blue Star."

"After sending it in, I used ’secrecy’ to hide it. The Storm absorbed the gifts from the Mother Goddess, quickly recovered, and now, at this moment, finally revealed the might of a rule-based Mysterious Evil."

"Rule-based Mysterious Evils are unkillable, and they can control an entire heaven and earth, the whole battlefield. Merely with the power of this ’Storm,’ it is enough to trap and kill all the mythical forces of Blue Star."

"But to avoid a long night full of dreams, I would ask you two to follow me and, with the power of the Storm, crush all of Blue Star’s resistance..."

"Completely annihilate it!"