Chapter 179 A moment of respite
In the heart of the despairing wilderness, the city of nightmares.
From the dark and cold throne came bursts of terrifying shrill laughter.
"Hahaha, ahahahahaha! Great news never before seen!"
"Finally, even Waklo is dead this time! These newcomers are worthy of my high hopes!" Vansalar covered his face and laughed wildly. "This wilderness... is welcoming the dawn!"
It unstintingly celebrates the warriors' bravery and quick wit. Their expressions, so utterly perverse yet incredibly sincere, terrify even their enemies. It's like a spectator perched on a high platform, applauding, their heart tugged at the actors' every word and smile. The audience doesn't care whether the characters live or die; they simply focus on the story's thrill and enjoyment, watching their beloved heroic drama.
But Fansalar kept laughing and never let go of his hands covering his face. Even if you were in the same room, you couldn't see his expression at the moment.
Ye Xing, who was standing by, looked out the window and saw that the dark sky had brightened a little, with inky drizzle passing through the clouds and falling to the earth.
He thought to himself, it turns out that the devil can cry too.
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Colosseum, inside the mural.
"Stop fighting, little knight! Put away your magical powers!"
The false light collapsed to the ground, uttering a feeble plea for mercy. The area around it was barren, a scorched earth. Slashed and shattered glowing corpses lay like mud on the ground, and the charred remains of demons were scattered everywhere.
Ji Huaisu took a few deep breaths, then shouted while holding the Shadow Blade, "Who else?"
"Aa ...
"What do you mean by 'back then'?" Fake Guang was faintly speaking. "When you were first resurrected, you weren't much stronger than you are now."
"I said she wasn't dead yet!" Fu Chen yelled, "I didn't end up like this when I beat her father up!"
Ji Huaisu had originally thought about chopping off these natural disasters with a single blow of his sword and resting quickly, but upon hearing this, he became anxious: "What do you mean?! You know my father?! How do you know who my father is?!"
"Isn't this obvious?" Fu Chen looked puzzled. "Although your father is not a great man, he is still a little famous..."
"Shut up, you idiot!" Mi Guang shouted hurriedly, "Haven't you noticed yet? This tone is just like the so-called 'long-lost only daughter searching for her family alone with resolution'! If you keep going, you'll give the other party a clue, kuwawa——"
Ji Huaisu leaped up and kicked the fake light to the ground. Fu Chen woke up as if from a dream and made a big X with sand: "Ha, crazy woman, you can't get any information from me!"
"Fuck you guys! You've died twice and you're still such a jerk! Tell me!"
"Hehehe, we won't help you a word~" "If you're so unwilling, then go find Lord Vansalar and interrogate him, ahahaha~"
False Light and Corrupted Dust dissipated with wicked laughter, diligently carrying out their final shift in the Demon King's army and drawing a wave of hatred for their own demon king. Frost Ape didn't mind chatting with the newcomer, but it couldn't speak. The deeply troubled gorilla could only give a thumbs-up and a tough-guy smile.
"Aaaaaa." (Special translation: Come on.)
"Speak up! Stop yelling at me and speak up! Don't just walk away with your thumbs up like a veteran who's done his job, okay? You're a gorilla, you bastard!"
After a brutal fight (and a brutal beating), Mr. Han Xing died contentedly. Silence returned to the painting, and Ji Huaisu furiously tore at his hair, "Damn it...!"
"What's wrong, Sister Huaisu?" Qing Ye ran over like the wind, holding his knife in his hand.
"It's okay, I'm just envious of your beautiful figure." Ji Huaisu said sourly.
Qing Ye was shocked: "Hey?! Why do you have to be jealous of me?!"
"Yeah, I'm so envious. After all, I don't have the courage to wear colorful clothes and fight with an adult man whom I just met for a few days..." Ji Huaisu ate lemon for the second time.
"Wow, you're actually jealous of me. I misjudged you, Sister Huaisu." Qing Ye wiped her tears hypocritically, "Just wait for me, and I'll seduce Mr. Chu to come over and get revenge on you."
"You're quite courageous, little girl." Ji Huaisu sneered, "I'll strip you of your armor."
"No! I don't want this!"
Fander, who was half asleep, suddenly looked up: "Who wants to peel my skin?"
"No one said anything about you, idiot squid!"
Amid the girls' laughter, the nightmare mural slowly dissipated. They left the mural and returned to reality, discovering that the eastern wall of the arena had vanished. A void chasm rose from the center of the arena and stretched thousands of meters beyond.
The battlefield's surroundings shifted dramatically, the result of the "Pseudo-Celestial Collapse Cannon" wielding a mere few seconds. Not far from the end of the hollow valley, Chu Hengkong rolled off Qingxia's back and lay on the ground, desperately trying to catch his breath.
After the Yiqi Qianqiu effect was lifted, weakness and pain returned like a vengeance. The flesh and blood lost to the flattening had to be regenerated quickly, and his already dwindling strength was now even more depleted. Qingxia looked down at him, her golden eyes blinking.
"Next time, why don't you use that breath-holding magic? If you keep doing that every time you fight, you'll be dead for sure."
Chu Heng laughed in the air: "What kind of evil magic is this? This is the orthodox method of a famous family!"
"How come a famous and upright person would commit suicide every time he gets into a fight?" Qingxia asked.
"Originally, it was only used for particle 3..." Chu Hengkong was speechless, "I'm not strong enough."
"So General Chu is just too eager for quick success~"
Qingxia's wicked smile reminded him of those teasing little girls on campus. Although her appearance and figure were mature, her speech and thinking were like those of a quirky young girl, making it difficult to understand.
Meanwhile, Qingxia's wound was healing rapidly, not much slower than when he used the Immortal Technique. She casually brushed across the healing wound, bringing her bloody fingertips to Chu Hengkong.
"Do you want to lick it?" Qingxia asked.
"Of course not!" Chu Hengkong had a headache, "Why do you ask such a question?"
"|`) It seems like you care about it. It's good for healing."
"I don't need it! Put away your overly positive self-esteem, and you're not an egg anymore, so stop writing emojis on your armor!"
“σ()~~~”
"No booing either!"
You have to be calm when talking to a centaur; reasoning with them is useless, Chu Hengkong repeatedly reminded himself, trying to extricate himself from this quagmire of a conversation. As he stood up, something dark fell out of his coat, and he remembered that Waklo's paintbrush was still on him.
He flipped open the manual and began to identify Waklo's relics. Qingxia also curiously leaned over to take a look at the spoils.
Twins' Brushes
[Rating: 5 (faint handwriting)]
[Origin: Senluo Secret Realm-Spiral Tower]
[Effect: The favorite pen of "Twin" Waklo Rockwa. It significantly enhances the power and range of all shadow spells, and shortens the casting time.]
It can use fear as paint to create images that distort reality. It can also exert influence on beings of lower dimensions through the form of painting.
Due to the loss of the original owner's support, the longing has weakened and cannot be used for a long time. Current available times: 2
[Curse:
1. This relic is a product of the Contradictory Outer Dao, and cannot be used by non-outer Dao life with a particle size below 5.
2. This relic has been contaminated by outsiders, gradually causing its holder to be overwhelmed by negative emotions and simultaneously acquire the elemental magic of the Spiral Tower. Upon fully acquiring a particular magic, the holder will be transformed into a Scourge.
3. This relic carries the blessing of the Nightmare King, Vansalar. If you completely submit to the Nightmare King, or demonstrate courage that earns his approval, you can learn the Void Sky Shadow Technique while retaining your true self.
[Missing: The Nightmare King gave the Ghost Killing Pen and his name, hoping that he would find pleasure in it.
Lu Gui created many exquisite works and was hailed as the Demon King's official painter.
However, it has no interest in painting.
I happily wield my brush every day, just to bring joy to the Demon King.
Despite their high level, this relic was completely useless to them. The paintbrush's bonus was solely focused on Shadow Magic, so since they weren't Scourge, they naturally couldn't learn the magic of the Outer Reality. The "Reality Warp" effect could only be used twice, and required a high-quality Outer Realm to activate. Expecting a desperate counterattack with it was pointless. Not to mention that disgusting spell that continuously contaminated and transformed Scourge...
Only after comparing them did he realize how useful Bessen and Orlek's relics were. Compared to the products of the Fantasy Demon, the Spiral Tower's specialties were truly unconventional. This pen was practically tailor-made for Vaklo. If Vaklo had fought with the pen, they would have been completely destroyed.
Chu Hengkong closed the book, his gaze lingering for a moment on his longing. This kind of loyalty, persisting until death, reminded him of Du Muyan in the fire.
"...a guy you can't really hate." He had mixed emotions.
"How could it be? It's a creature that everyone hates." Qingxia rested her chin on his head. "Do you know how many soldiers were executed by Waklo? Do you know how many people died tragically on the battlefield because of it? You don't know, you haven't seen it. You are only moved by their bravery and blind loyalty to make such a statement. This is very unfair to us."
Chu Hengkong was speechless for a moment. He hadn't expected the eccentric Qingxia to come up with such an irrefutable argument. He waved his hand and put away the book. "You're right."
"I don't blame you. One cannot empathize with a dead person they have never met." Qing Xia turned her head away, "But you must remember, you must not empathize with outsiders.
"Heterodox is garbage. No matter what characteristics it has shown, it is not worthy of sympathy or respect. Just kill it and forget it, otherwise one day you will fall into the trap of heterodoxy."
Qingxia spoke very seriously, even solemnly. Her golden eyes were filled with iron-blooded coldness, like a veteran who had become hardened after experiencing hundreds of battles.
Chu Hengkong nodded silently and turned back to the arena. Qingxia followed briskly: "Don't you want to ride me?"
He was choked by this statement: "...That's not necessary."
"Then let me hold you~"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Qingxia quickly reached out and lifted the killer high above her head like a little lion, running forward happily. Chu Hengkong struggled desperately, but was unable to break free due to his severe injuries.
"Let me go!" "Be careful of the wound opening~" "I can walk by myself!" "That's great, do you want a kiss?" "I can't stand it anymore, can you speak with some logic?!"
Qingxia ran at lightning speed, rushing back to the arena in just half a minute. The girls who had just emerged from the painting were stunned. Qingye pointed forward, shocked: "Mr. Chu... is like a trophy!"
"Your metaphor is more insulting than all of Qingxia's words and actions combined!" Chu Hengkong shouted.
Ji Huaisu was furious and took out the Pure Fire Sword on the spot: "Evil beast, put down my trophy!"
"Where's my citizenship?!"
The scene was a chaotic mess. Ji Huaisu and Qingye gave chase, while Qingxia ran wildly around the arena. In this chaotic atmosphere, a limp Eye Demon tumbled to the ground, catching sight of Chongming rushing over with dazed eyes.
"So who are we going to fight next?"
"In my opinion," Chongming said, "there will be no need to fight again in the short term."
(End of this chapter)
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