Chapter 150 Dingchen Chenglu Steel

Huilong City, one of Zhulong's many post-war plans, the old dragon still refuses to give up and plans to rebuild the allied forces. If that happens, resources and destiny will naturally converge, and the king will not sit idly by. Unless that new fortress happens to encounter a critical juncture...

She was in her early twenties... twenty-two years ago...

"Looks like I have one more reason to see the king." Olek placed his hand on the sickle. "Don't worry, misfortune won't end with coincidence. Your misfortune has just begun!"

"The dark side of the tide rests in me, a scythe that cuts through the silhouette of fate." He chanted dark words, awakening an ancient weapon forged with malice. "Cursed armament, scythe of doom!"

His palm brushed across the surface of the sickle, and the black blood that made up the weapon erupted in irregular patterns, like trillions of needles piercing the inside of the sickle blade, tearing it apart. The blood sickle collapsed with a noise, and the colorless secret text seeped into the blood, reforging the sickle into a giant weapon ten meters long.

The handle of the scythe was covered in thorns, a malicious weapon that could harm even its wielder. Orlek grasped the scythe carelessly, letting the bloody thorns pierce his palm. He swung the scythe, unleashing a deep purple gust of wind, like the Grim Reaper wielding a weapon to reap life.

Ji Huaisu's vigilance was heightened. Ancient memories flowed through her veins, allowing her to instinctively sense the danger of the sword wind. She slammed her light shield to the ground, and flashes of gold, blue, and yellow flashed across its surface. Three massive shields, as massive as mountains, rose from the ground, their cores carved with roaring dragon heads.

Water, Light, Dust. Discipline Seal, Triple Dragon Sealing the Mountain.

The dragon's maw opened wide atop the ice shield, and three roars morphed into a raging torrent of destructive elements, hurling themselves against the sword wind. However, the purple hue sliced ​​through the storm effortlessly, like a steel sword gliding through flesh. The obstruction of Longfeng Mountain failed to halt its advance. It slashed through the three mountains with unstoppable force, and the mountain-like shield was unable to slow its advance.

A trio of icebergs descended from the center, slashing the snowy plains into chasms of destruction. Ji Huaisu slid across the ice, avoiding the blows while carefully examining the cracked cross-section of the iceberg. The ice wasn't as smooth as she'd imagined, but instead was covered in hideous, cystic protrusions. Tiny cracks spread like rootlets within the mountain's interior, as if poisonous seeds were sprouting within.

Without thinking, she used a spell to transmit a message to the igloo: "Fander, the enemy has produced an ugly sickle. The physical damage of the slash is not strong, but it can destroy my seal from the inside."

"Scythe? A sickle of disaster? You old bastard, you've lost all your dignity!" Finder cursed in the igloo. "From now on, don't use any seals or defensive techniques. Keep as much distance as possible when fighting it. That thing is a creation that maliciously magnifies coincidence and randomness to the extreme. In other words, it's a sword that destroys order, specifically designed to counter stable seal defense techniques!"

"It seems like the old man was hurt quite a bit by the beating he just received..."

Ji Huaisu glanced back. The scythe's slash, after dodging, immediately shifted direction, like the fin of a shark lurking beneath the ice. She swung her sword, whipping up a chilling gust of wind, temporarily slowing the attack. But Orlek had already launched his second and third slashes. The purple scythe's trajectory was unpredictable, and even with the pure power of the Turbid Tears, he couldn't find a way to counter it.

The ice melted, transforming into a sweeping current. Ji Huaisu rode her skateboard, riding the wind and waves, using the water's momentum to maneuver and dodge attacks. She nimbly shifted to avoid the scythes' encirclement and rapidly advanced on Orlek. But the demon stopped swinging its weapon. It plunged the thorny scythe handle under its feet, its colorless power seeping deep into the icy plain like a root.

"Gathering of evil spirits, the hands of the dead."

Instantly, an illusory force overran the icy plain, and thousands of transparent hands broke through the ice and grasped at the knight. The attacks were too intense and too fast, and Ji Huaisu, busy dodging, was caught off guard by a tiny hand. The ghostly claws instantly penetrated her armor and sank into her body, causing a terrifying stinging pain in her brain.

It was the yearning of the souls of the unjustly dead, the remnants of the innocents who perished in misfortune. Demons are the most adept at exploiting longing. Orlek gathered the last wishes and ill will of the unjustly dead and transformed them into this utterly vicious curse. The Jade Armor excels at purifying pollution, but struggles to withstand the curses of the innocent. Ice armor can withstand swords, spears, and halberds, but it cannot withstand the invisible curse.

Knights excel against demons, and he also has strategies to counter them. Doom is one of the beings in the world who understands the Discipline Knights best, knowing the weaknesses of every Sephiroth and every unit.

"That's it, Green Armor Army."

Olek clapped his palms, and the scythe of doom shone brightly, emitting hundreds of rays of purple and black light. That light sealed off Ji Huaisu's surroundings, dispersing the icy water and leaving her with nowhere to gain leverage. The hands of the wronged souls clawed at the knight's limbs, and the scythe's slashing strikes drew ever closer. No way to heaven, no door to earth; this was the end he had prepared for the knight.

An illusory hand covered the knight's profile, and three slashing blows arrived simultaneously, hissing as they signaled their inevitable annihilation. However, a golden light rose from the dark purple wind, deflecting the vengeful spirits and striking back the sword wind, transforming into a pillar of light as thick as a mountain, hovering behind the knight!

The lost secret formation regenerated, instantly covering the entire Dust Island. The ice armor on Ji Huaisu's body automatically shed, transforming into the aqua-colored dragon from his initial transformation. With a long roar, it swam into the light column, transforming with it, becoming a tough, strong yellow giant sword.

The giant sword slammed down behind Ji Huaisu, disintegrating with her will and covering her body, forming a bright yellow light armor. The secret formation was closed at this moment, and Ji Huaisu drew her new sword and announced in the light.

“—It is the steel that determines the rules of the universe!”

The moment she drew her sword, she was already behind the demon. The invisible blade smeared with foul black blood. With a swift slash, she nearly severed half of the demon's body, his face stained with his own blood. Olek's eyes squinted to the side, a look of disbelief and astonishment flashing in his narrow pupils.

"Wudingchen...Steel Armor Army? Impossible!"

"Are you going to exclaim now?" Ji Huaisu wiped the blood from his sword. "It seems that the old man's knowledge may not be that broad!"

Olek plucked himself together in midair. The lower-level Moon Beast couldn't withstand the Steel Armor's slash. If it weren't for his Moon Blood contract, that single blow would have ended the battle. This had never happened before. The path to supremacy inevitably diverged at Sephiroth 3. Those with exceptional talent could apply parallel Sephiroth techniques, but they couldn't transform their own life essence.

But this knight actually broke the rules. She was still shedding tears the last moment, but now she was already Wu Dingchen!

He pulled away and slashed with his scythe, the blade piercing Ji Huaisu's head like a bird's peck. Ji Huaisu slashed the scythe in half with one blow; the strike, which should have been unstoppable, had its opponent. The knight held a translucent longsword, its blade imbued with a dagger-like shadow. The Shadow Blade's ability to injure through shadows was magnified several times by the sword, making it a match for the demonic weapon.

Shadow·Dust. Discipline Holy Judge·Boundless Sword.

Ji Huaisu swung his sword backhand, and extremely concentrated elemental energy exploded at the tip of his sword, forming a massive golden and black sword light. The light, vast as the waves of a tsunami, met the gust of wind from Orlek's scythe. The two forces collided, annihilating each other. The resulting hurricane blew the frozen mountains skyward!

Amidst the chaotic battle, only the ice house, protecting everyone, remained as stable as a mountain. Chu Hengkong, holding a pair of binoculars, and Fander, who was wearing a leopard-spotting tube, watched the battle intently.

Qing Ye couldn't keep up with the speed of the battle and was so anxious that he jumped up and down: "What's going on? Why can that sword block the sickle?"

In the corner of the igloo, Shax, who had been gathering his strength, spoke impatiently, "The sword's principle is similar to the stone demon's 'eraser.' It uses magic to gather tiny, high-speed vibrating particles into the blade, then uses the reversed shadow as the core... Then, just before the strike, it releases the restraints, allowing the chaotic power to explode. That's why it creates that energy wave-like sword energy."

"Avoiding the effects of the calamity sickle by self-destructing the weapon..." Qing Ye opened his mouth blankly, "Then Sister Huaisu can only block one move..."

"So the weapon must be regenerated the moment it's destroyed." Shaxx rubbed his eyes, his vision seemingly restored by some magic. "That knight has already changed his sword 37 times!"

Clang. Clang. The sound of metal clashing was incessant, and every clash of sword and sickle stirred up a wind of destruction. The surrounding environment had been destroyed and rebuilt countless times. Ji Huaisu single-handedly oversaw the reorganization of the battlefield, yet showed no sign of fatigue. Swordsmen and demons raced across the ice, their flickering shadows dancing on the edge of a knife.

The demon plotted with meticulous care, forcing it to guard against the knight's sealing formation. Knowing too much, it was filled with anxiety. But the young knight was fearless. Her ignorance of the enemy's methods gave her no fear. She had faith in her own strength, in the support of her companions, and in their unwavering belief that they could defeat the enemy's cunning tactics.

With the 41st strike, the scythe's strike deflected slightly. With the 46th strike, the enemy's defense broke. Then, with the 51st strike, it sliced ​​through the gap, its blade scarring the demon's face. Orlek retreated, dozens of eyeballs emerging from his wounds like poisonous boils. He ignored his wounds, not even bothering to regroup, only struggling to parry the knight's next strike, his eyes fixed on the sky.

"Misfortune Company—"

“Too slow!”

The 52nd sword pierced Orlek's heart, and the unrestrained power erupted from within, exploding the demon into filthy blood!

Ji Huaisu did not relax, she rushed into the blood and stabbed the sickle, trying to seal the dangerous weapon. But at this moment, the sickle flew high into the sky against gravity, and some invisible force snatched it away, flying away to the other side of the clouds.

Ji Huaisu let go of her sword and moved her shoulders with one hand. She looked in the direction where the sickle flew away, and the last doubts in her heart were resolved.

I've always found this strange. Moon Blood is so huge, but why is Orlek so short after the contract?

How could a tiny man lay down chains that affected the entire city?

It turns out the reason is above.

She lifted her head, her gaze piercing the clouds, reaching the sky high above. As the scythe shifted, a massive, incomprehensible creature slowly took shape. Its body was a long, umbrella-like canopy, its inner shell teeming with countless wronged souls. Gray patterns on the outer shell formed a terrifying skull. Rusty iron chains dangled from its umbrella-like form, countless and innumerable, like chains connecting heaven and earth.

The iron chains are the chains of misfortune, their true forms the tentacles of the devil. This is the true form of the demon of doom, Orlek, a jellyfish of undeath that controls the fate of all things with its chains!

It no longer used its easily manipulated puppet form; it was no match for Ji Huaisu. Just as Bessen and Kanin had transformed into the Fire-Fearing Serpent, Orlek now disregarded the existence of its separate spirits, deepening its fusion to the limit, revealing its demonic nature, which could not endure. It gazed at the knight with a blank gaze, its cry like a storm above the clouds.

"A chain of misfortune."

All the chains of misfortune were lifted up at the same time, turning into a bloody rain and falling down!

(End of this chapter)