Chapter 212: The Desire Demon
The higher-ups have issued orders to kill all nearby units. Complete the mission as quickly as possible, starting with the weakest lives.
Qingxia's heartbeat was released, and she finally said goodbye to her suspended animation. The sudden sound of her heartbeat effectively controlled Silar's movements, and Senmin's eyes began to bleed.
She unleashed the Qingkun Spear, using repulsion to push away the remaining units, while gravity pulled Silar towards the spear tip. This was the first life she would sacrifice, and she had to act well, cheerfully, accurately, and cruelly, killing him brutally.
Then, the spear tip pierced the killer's palm. Chu Hengkong grasped the lance with all his might: "Wake up, Qingxia! Don't breathe anymore!!"
What bad luck! My first move was blocked. This will definitely make people look down on me.
Qingxia thought naturally, and naturally prepared to attack again. She saw her own arrogant expression in the eyes of her relatives.
What is that.
Am I the one laughing wildly?
I'm here, what am I doing?
She looked around, seeing the anguished expressions on everyone's faces. The sudden resounding of a heartbeat had everyone suffering internal injuries. I clearly hadn't released my tranquility. The Qingkun spear continued to thrust forward, piercing palms and ripping arms apart. Blood melted into the barrel of the gun. The killer's anguish was exhilarating. She heard her own laughter. An uncontrollable excitement. It penetrated the flesh target, killing the old man. He looked at her helplessly.
"Qingxia." Silar called.
The gun handle fell from her hand, and Qingxia looked at what she had caused. She stepped back in confusion, fell to her knees, and covered her laughing face. Tears of fear dripped from the corners of her eyes.
"What happened?" Qingxia turned around tremblingly and looked at the fellow tribesman who was still smiling. "What did you do to me? You-"
"Shut up, you're so noisy." Wen Yao smiled and snapped his fingers, "Smile for me."
Qingxia's sobs suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand had tightened around her heart, causing her body to react involuntarily. She began to laugh, a laugh as triumphant as a hawk, while tears continued to flow without stopping.
"That's the way it should be! A Blood Knight crying is inappropriate. Kill with a smile, devour with a smile, and indulge in pleasure with a smile. Kill them all."
"I didn't..." Qingxia covered her face helplessly, trying to hide her smile. "I don't want this, I don't want to--!"
"What do your thoughts have to do with me?" Wen Yao laughed sarcastically, as if he was looking at an adult without common sense. "Poor and stupid little Qingxia, you really don't even remember this.
—The higher-ranking immortals have absolute control over the lower-ranking ones! "
This crazy statement awakened the blocked knowledge.
Vander vaguely remembered.
What kind of creatures are the ancient race known as the "Wanhua Immortal Clan"?
"Run." It squeezed out a voice, "Take Qingxia and run, quickly!!"
Chu Hengkong grabbed Qingxia's arm tightly, trying to drag her away. But Qingxia stood there as if rooted to the spot, unable to move. Her body rejected her will, her ego having long since dissolved under the enemy's command. She stood there stiffly, maintaining a creepy smile, listening to the immortal's laughter.
"To me, you are not even food. You are just an arm, a bone spine, a nerve, an organ that I can use at my will.
Stupid tumors can be very troublesome for their owners, and it's too troublesome to have them grow back after removal! So remember quickly...
Deep within your flesh is branded your 'mission'!"
The higher being gave the order.
Thus, the "information" deep in the blood was awakened.
A memory that had never occurred to him before flashed through Qingxia's mind.
In the stinking crimson pool of blood, a beautiful woman held her in her palm. A third eye grew on the woman's forehead, its vertical pupil overflowing with an uncanny kindness.
"Set out, my 'seed,'" the loving mother said, turning her hand. "Go and destroy the devil's delusion."
She fell into a pool of blood, piercing through the mist, descending into the bottomless depths of shadow. With the joy of being devoured, and the mission bestowed upon her by her loving mother, she first arrived at the coast, devouring a large number of weapons, taking with her a few books as necessary information to disguise herself.
She hid in the jungle near the settlement and happened to meet Siral who was out hunting. She happily accepted the "adoption" of the forest people because it would make it easier for her to get food.
She infiltrated the settlement, observing everyone's every move. All potential targets were secretly targeted, waiting to be devoured in one fell swoop after their transformation. She intended to make this place her first hunting ground. The foolish Thral couldn't see the truth, and the warriors still thought she was a pet. She longed to see the expressions on those fools' faces when they learned the truth, and longed to see the old man's miserable regret.
Then, on the day before she was about to be promoted, she met a man with dark skin.
The Demon King looked down at the tiny larva and smiled kindly.
"It's too boring to continue living like this."
"People should choose their own destiny, don't you think?"
Then everything changed. Important things were forgotten. Artificially instilled knowledge became common sense. She was taken away, rescued, taught ancient myths, became a warrior leader, and joined the Allied forces, and she lives to this day, to this day...!
“Aa ...
Qingxia fell to her knees, wailing miserably. A fairy flew to her side, laughing wildly.
"When we first met, you said something interesting, 'We are a people born righteous.' Even I was shocked at the time. Even if there was a mistaken identity, how could you say such a thing?
No one thinks they are born righteous, right? Not even the knights dare to claim that! If you say that, doesn't it mean you already know your own nature?
Wen Yao continued to speak venomously.
"You play the role of the warrior leader of the fools because you feel happy when others praise you.
I imitate the characters in the book because I love myself as a hero.
Surviving in such a painful way, just because I am struggling with self-abuse, I am beautiful!
"What a knight! What a joke! You've come here to destroy the Wilderness of Despair. You're the worst and most evil of insects, Qingxia!"
A crimson light flashed past Wen Yao's ear. The woman tilted her head, easily dodging the beam, and looked down at the killer with a cold expression. "Shut up," Chu Hengkong said. The short old man roared behind him.
"Don't listen to her nonsense, Qingxia!" Silar roared, "If you still have the nerve, stand up and run! Take everyone back!!"
Chu Hengkong unleashed the seal on his prosthetic hand, transforming it into a silver spear and thrusting forth. Wen Yao casually deflected the attack, tapping the useless cyst lying frozen on the ground. The command had been given, and his body spontaneously began to move. His trembling arms grasped at the sniper and the forest people. He watched the back of the desperate figure.
Please, Qingxia cried in her heart. Move. Move. Move—!
“——Xiaolong Qingkun Spear!!”
She plunged the spear into her abdomen. The engulfed power of the Heart Sword unleashed, its gravity drawing everyone to Qingxia's side. A frenzied repulsion, a colorless wind, pushed the immobilized Blood Knight back. Qingxia still had a sliver of strength left to struggle, for she had passed the One Heart Ritual. The mystical art of the Heart, once cultivated as a child to overcome her impulsiveness, now became her last hope.
"Very good, just run back like this!" Silar laughed, "Run!"
The distance between Qingxia and Wen Yao was increasing. If the distance was wide enough, there would be hope of evading the order. Chu Hengkong had already launched his evil wrist. As long as he could hold that woman back, as long as he could buy a few seconds—
"What can I do?"
A white-haired woman appeared above their heads.
It was like teleporting, crossing a long distance.
The trailing assassin couldn't catch up. The needle-thin, flexible sword pierced his body, pinning him to the ground like a torture device. Bright red blood flowed down the sword towards the immortal, and the assassin's breath rapidly weakened. His strength was drained, his blood and spirit plundered by the sword, transforming into a happy flush on the immortal's face.
Immortal Sword Unfaithfulness is a fundamental skill of the "Wanhua Immortal Clan." It runs counter to the self-improvement path of the Dragon Country martial arts lineage. This swordsmanship plunders the lives of others, transforming them into self-fuel. The two life forms share a natural restraint, and the race this woman descended from could almost be called the natural enemy of all flesh and blood.
Wen Yao clenched his palms, and four colorful feathers vibrated at high speed, scattering a beautiful liquid like a gentle rain. The liquid blended into the air, turning into colorless dust, seeping into the earth, forming a colorful quagmire. Bones on the battlefield were soaked by it, turning into fat white maggots. Withered tree trunks, stimulated by it, swayed and grew as if reborn, transforming into brilliantly colored venomous snakes.
"Immortal magic, feast and splendor."
In an instant, the battlefield transformed into a vibrant world. Wherever the gentle rain fell, vibrant life overflowed. Even rotten wood and withered bones could be reborn, even dust and barren soil transformed into a fairyland. A rainbow of resentment surged forth, transforming into a vibrant wave behind the immortal. It was a tide of life, a tsunami of poison, its speed comparable to a galloping knight. Even Qingxia, at her full strength, could not keep up with the spreading tide.
And so, everyone was exposed to the deadly poison in the air. Unspeakable pain assaulted their nerves and limbs, their exposed skin discolored and melting like asphalt under intense heat. Distorted hallucinations filled their vision, their eyesight eroding by the seconds. A wave of color had already begun to rise, the sea of toxicity first engulfing the pinned Chu Hengkong.
Shax tried to fire, but his fingers had already melted. The people's vocal organs, controlled by the poison, cried out against their will. Wen Yao enjoyed the wailing of the suffering, laughing heartily.
This is definitely not the posture that an "immortal" should have. What exists here is a demon who is obsessed with desires and craving for happiness.
That is the wrong path on the road to forging destiny and returning to oneness. It is the natural enemy of all flesh and blood life. It is judged as an unforgivable heretic because it blocks the path of development of life and civilization.
The Wen Yao that appeared here was the most vicious soldier in the entire clan. Spreading plague, taking lives, a monstrous and poisonous woman soared over the hell on earth she had created.
Heretic Sephiroth 4, the demon of lust and plague.
(End of this chapter)
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