Chapter 244 Leaping over the Whirlpool of Fate (Part 2)

Two dim lights emanated from the spider's tiny eyeballs, the illusion controlling the phantom body activated through visual contact. Qingxia pressed down on her goggles, creating a barrier of blood and energy before her. But she still witnessed bizarre sights: greasy-colored worms burrowing from the ground, strange eyeball-like beasts wriggling in the ruins, and jet-black mice scurrying across the brickwork, making rustling sounds.

This wasn't an illusion; his sense of smell and perception brought real feedback; it was life that truly existed here. The spider's gaze sank into the earth, awakening the remnants of a giant corpse. His illusion became reality within the demonic city!

Qingxia stomped her foot to the ground, and the burning scales spread freely, wiping out all the strange creatures around her. With a swift, decisive move, she flew directly to the limb spider and snatched up the chubby messenger. However, all she saw was a pale face and tiny, lifeless eyes. Lines of dried blood lingered on the spider's back, forming a black line that sank into the city.

Qingxia immediately understood the enemy's tactics. The hindlimb spider had essentially lost its ability to move after being struck by the rising flames, so it simply abandoned its shell and used the black blood as a medium to transfer its ethereal form. At this moment, black rats and insects swarmed over, gnawing at the hindlimb spider's "carcass." The dense swarm of beasts resembled a moving ocean wave, and within that sea of ​​death, a lifeless giant rose.

The Demonic City of Corpses dissolved and reshaped by the will of the fallen, forming a majestic form like a mountain. The memories of the organisms dormant beneath the earth imbued it with a new form, causing thick limbs to grow and tiny eyeballs to bulge. In the hideous writhing of its limbs, the giant mass of a hundred thousand corpses transformed into a gigantic spider. That was the appearance of the limb spider in life, and it was the largest-scale divine art the limb spider could unleash after death.

Dead body reanimation: God's corpse puppet abyss spider!

Limb Spider crouched on the puppet's back, his limbs trembling with pain. He was the last of the Messengers to die. Most of the materials in the Despair Wasteland came from the remains of the former Son of the Crescent Moon. And now, his only remaining memories were being used in battle, to give Vansalar a better chance of victory...

It was unwilling, it resisted fighting, it feared and hated the wizard from the bottom of its heart, if it had a choice it would have returned to the moon long ago. But it had to do this, because if Vansalar died it could not linger, if it wanted to survive this was the only way.

The Abyss Spider swung its giant legs, striking frantically at the area surrounded by the beasts, like a child venting its anger. The spider muttered to itself in shock, "What do you know... What do you know..."

He thought of the past again, of that damned, lightless night. He had always avoided battles and lived in peace with the world, forgetting that there were so many fallen people to choose from in the cradle, yet the old man appeared before him.

"The little girl in the Spiral Tower made a wish, hoping we could help her put on a show," the old man said with a smile, "but if I go over there, the fake show will become real. Little Spider, how about you run the trip for me?"

"This is also a good thing for you. Compared to going to the battlefield, acting can help you live longer."

Could he refuse? How dare he say "no" to the old man?! The Benefactor had already made the arrangements; no matter if you were a saint's son or a bastard, you had no choice but to obey. His trip to the Empire wasn't just a joke; Vansalar truly wanted to kill him. He pleaded for mercy, explaining his purpose and pleading for his life from the demon king.

He survived and became Vansalar's messenger. He did whatever the Demon King said. He didn't want to fight, so the Demon King forced him to go to the battlefield. He didn't want to make enemies, so the Demon King ordered him to fight the Allies. During the war, the Demon King finally died, but it was another mad man who killed him. He had no choice but to fight Chongming. If Chongming survived, the next target would be his spider!

Finally, even he died, only to be resurrected in a nightmare. Now he had to help the Demon King wholeheartedly again, but he had to die again and again just to survive. He could not let the Demon King die, because the Demon King held his life in his hands...

His life!

"Once you become a heretic, you no longer have a choice. Even if you become a Holy Son, your life is still in the hands of the adults!"

The spider's eyes were bloodshot as it roared angrily at the self-righteous little girl and at itself, who would never be able to stand up again. "There's no such thing as a bullshit self. You'll never be able to control your own destiny. What you do depends on fate! It depends on your fate!"

A swarm of black rats and insects surged upwards, a burning life still struggling within the tide. The Abyss Spider clenched its fist and slammed down, carving a bloody pit among its followers. Qingxia's struggle wasn't over yet; he could still sense the other's presence.

He summoned moonlight, creating a deep purple gravity sphere. It fell into the swarm of rats, silencing Qingxia's struggles. Limb Spider panted heavily, preparing his next divine spell, his eyes filled with deep sorrow.

"Xiao Qingxia, I don't want to fight with you. I sympathize with you, I pity you!

You should have lived a happy life, committing crimes, hunting, even if you were ultimately slain by the Allies, you would have lived a carefree life. Yet, you were harmed by Vansalar, believing you could become a hero. You never considered that even if you escaped the Celestial Prison, those outside would still see you as an outsider. You strive, you struggle, but you cannot erase your bloodline; that is your destiny.

You have now become a hero thanks to the devil's will. But if you ever meet a loving mother, you will still be that lustful demon!

"—Then I will become stronger than my loving mother!"

Cracks appeared on the surface of the gravity sphere, and flickering lights danced across it like flames. The dark, gloomy sphere suddenly shattered, and sharp spear-like beams shot up into the sky, carrying repulsive force and carving a path to the sky. The immense force swirled and exploded, incinerating the black rats that dared to approach, leaving a charred ring on the ground.

The gun-wielding girl soared through the air, her wings fully extended. Scales and powder flew up with her movements, scattering like stardust. Those insignificant dust, burned up at the moment of the breakthrough, now exploded, transforming into bright points of light that illuminated her confident smile.

"If I am stronger than the loving mother, she will no longer be able to control me. If I can be stronger than the original immortal, even the outer path master will not be able to influence my actions."

Qingxia raised her hand and pointed high towards the sky.

“Maybe I will fail, maybe I will be shattered to pieces, but even if I die, I will die on the road of fighting fate!”

"—Then die, you stupid bug!"

The spider glared furiously, its gaze piercing the thick clouds and gazing skyward. The moonlight was drawn in by it, transforming into a dark veil that enveloped Qingxia. Qingxia raised her finger forward, and scales flew up at her command, colliding with the moonlight in a vast, surging wave. Its exuberant vitality tore a bloody path through the moonlight, and Qingxia flapped her wings, soaring towards the only exit.

What greeted her was the spider's maw, a colorless "arrow" spewed from the corpse puppet's belly. The arrow twisted and spun in the air, no longer possessing the magical power to rip apart space, but still possessing the power to pierce clouds and split the earth.

Dark Moon Magic: Blood Penetrating the Sky.

That was the first skill Qingxia learned in the Demon King's Castle, and it's also the martial art she excels in. Suddenly, memories flashed through Qingxia's mind. Once upon a time, as a tiny insect, she'd run beside the spider, watching the messenger reluctantly teach her skills, listening to him teach her how to stay alive and how to hide. Hearing him tell her not to anger the Demon King, to avoid battle as much as possible, and how to survive longer in this painful world...

A faint smile played on her lips. Then it faded, replaced by a fiery fighting spirit. She hurled her Qingkun Spear, using the exact same technique as her opponent. The two magical spears' tips collided in mid-air, and in an instant, cracks covered Qingxia's armor.

However, Qingxia didn't reach for the spear again. She soared high, reaching the highest point of the Despairing Wilderness. Then, gathering her strength, she launched a kick. The fiery scales enveloped her foot, creating a flaming vortex of air. The kick, gleaming like a meteor, descended from the sky, striking the handle of the Qingkun Spear!

"Immortal Technique: Red Feather Jade Flower!"

The weapon's internal gravity stirred, and driven by its will, it began to spin. The Xiaolong Qingkun Spear fused with the scales as it spun, like a fiercely burning crimson drill. The massive drill shattered the demonic spear, piercing the spider's skull. With a fleeting burst of intense heat, it burrowed into the Abyssal Demon Spider's body, shooting out from behind and piercing it completely.

The life-burning toxins rapidly proliferated in the corpse puppet's body, and the Abyss Demon Spider was instantly engulfed in flames, like a blood-red Epiphyllum blooming under the moon!

Qingxia, her back to the light and fire, plowed a scorching path through the ground. Her wings folded, returning to a cape. Such a powerful blow temporarily drained her strength. Only her most powerful skills could crush a foe like the limb spider.

With her heightened perception after her transformation, she knew there was still a glimmer of life within the dying fire. Without turning back, she spoke softly.

"I imagine you've been forced to make many choices you didn't want to make... But if you were truly so unwilling, why not fight those who coerced you? While you'd die if you lost, at least you'd chosen death of your own volition."

Qingxia lifted her scorched hair and looked back, saying, "Perhaps it's just like what you said...what you do depends entirely on your own 'fate', right?"

The corpse in the fire was still stirring slightly at first, but upon hearing these words, it suddenly turned to ashes and dispersed. Qingxia closed her eyes slightly, turned around, and looked towards the towering castle.

In the devastated wilderness, only the city stood alone. She knew her comrades were still fighting or advancing, wounded. She clasped her hands together, and while she regained her strength, she offered a sincere prayer.

"Come on. Don't lose!"

The third battle of Operation Dawn. Qingxia versus Limb Spider.

The winner is pure and flawless.

(End of this chapter)