Chapter 387: The Wolf Roars and the Two Horsemen Gallop (Part 2)
The mad soldier entered his body. Emotions spread within him. Killing intent spread like a thick poison. The blade expanded. Blood evaporated from the intense heat.
Destruction was coming. A monstrous bomb that would blow him apart from the inside.
This was an attack that was absolutely impossible to resist. Therefore, Chu Hengkong made a decision at that moment.
He gripped the mad weapon and squeezed his muscles, forcing the weapon to pierce out from the other side of his torso. The explosive force surged from the wound, causing a storm on the right side of the motorcycle comparable to a volcanic eruption!
The Kanglong motorcycle blasted directly through the Order Field, leaving Chu Hengkong's left half nearly shapeless. He forced his Immortal Technique to repair his body, allowing the blood to flow back into his body. In that instant, he used the exploding flesh and blood to create a Qi Armor, protecting Velvet behind him. However, the price of protecting his boss was that he himself suffered even greater damage, and now he could barely hold onto the Divine Slash.
The Kanglong Dharmakaya had been extensively corroded by this, and now only the dragon head remained, protecting the motorcycle. Velvet, exerting her mental strength, recreated a sporadic field of order in front of the motorcycle. However, the light along the path had dimmed to the extreme, almost like the glow of a dying firefly. In contrast, the rainbow light on Mad Wolf's back remained dazzling.
"Success!" Blood Mist roared. "Does it hurt, Sacrificial Snake? How are you now? Can you still look at me like that now?!"
But the Sacrificial Serpent wasn't even looking at him. He turned back to look at Velvet, whispering something to her.
"Chu Hengkong!!" Xueyan's twisted self-esteem was about to explode. He threw the crazy soldiers again, and the two swords drew a zigzag trajectory in the air.
This cursed weapon embodies the variability of fate. There's no cause and effect between attacks; an uncertain beginning brings endless possibilities, only converging into a single outcome at the end. As a result, the Berserker's attacks are unpredictable and unpredictable, unleashing the explosive power of blood smoke to its fullest potential.
In the face of such an attack, neither intuition nor experience was of any use; an extremely evil power could only be countered by a force of equal strength. The double blades were approaching Chu Hengkong's head, and the bloody smoke waited for the moment when the attack would be decisive.
But suddenly, he felt a strong sense of dissonance, as if he had overlooked something. Then, he realized the Berserker was still in his hand, as if the previous attack had never occurred. The only difference was that a single, dry wing had spread out behind the enemy.
At this moment, Chu Hengkong activated his Absolute Death Wings, negating the Mad Soldier's attack. But at the same moment, Fulidan leaped dramatically from the ground. Its claws transformed into invisible blades, shattering space, disrupting order, and even distorting time. This strike, embodied in the full force of this spirit clone, embodied the full force of the spirit!
"——Broken Order and Damaged Mark!!"
This was the opportunity Fu Lidan had been waiting for. After the depletion of his Death Wings, Chu Hengkong, suppressed to particle 3, no longer had the strength to fight back. Therefore, he had to go all out at this moment, using his utmost strength to destroy the enemy at their weakest moment!
Twilight's puppet wasn't here, leaving no other possibility. It approached. Cold murderous intent. Pale faces. Blood splattered in the smoke. The thread of cause and effect torn apart by one's own hands. Claw marks branded the enemy's body.
Then, green fire rose from the smoke.
“——?!”
As if some unholy magic array had been activated, eerie green flames rose around the Kanglong motorcycle. The flames carried a scorching heat and greed that it abhorred. The source of the change was Chu Hengkong's left hand, where he was holding out a burning contract.
A frivolous voice came from the fire: "Do you know what the best solution is to be framed as a terrorist?"
"Really act like a terrorist." Chu Hengkong laughed.
"Correct answer." Kanin laughed. "Please enjoy, Lords Flame!"
The sky of Jingsha City-State was illuminated by fire, a full third of the sky turning a cyan hue. A pillar of blazing green flames reached from heaven to earth, occupying the center of Mansa Star Fort like a flamboyant lunatic. In the center of that pillar of fire stood one of Jingsha's oldest buildings: the City Senate, representing public opinion and city-state politics.
At this moment, the House of Lords is in flames!
A flaming hat emerged from the azure flames. A voice could be heard clearly from within the flames, the conversation between Speaker Parriman and the Chaos Demon. As the citizens stared blankly, the demon's laughter echoed through the air: "Zan van Parriman is truly an accomplice of the devil. There is no longer a single good man in the House of Lords. Citizens of Thorns! If you still have any conscience in your hearts, follow the guidance of the flames and embark on the right path."
"Heaven punishes the traitors!!"
He shouted eagerly, then vanished into flames. A single chuckle remained in the contract: "Transaction completed. I wish you all the best."
Fu Lidan was still in shock: "When... why didn't I feel it...!"
Who was behind this? Someone must have given his ambition free rein to allow such a farce to unfold, but could that person even conceal his actions? He couldn't even see the betrayal so clearly before his eyes. He couldn't be as blind as the sacred tree—
Then, Fulidan finally understood the truth. Its roar reached the top of Mansa Star Castle: "Jingsha!!!"
Old Jingsha laughed heartily: "It's rude not to reciprocate, old dog!"
Old Tree, despite several new wounds, felt even more energetic. Without a word, he punched himself again, taking advantage of the weakness left by the terrorist attack to issue a new order.
"Remove the suppression of the three allied forces!"
The inside of the wolf smoke suddenly shone brightly, and a stable order field spread out like the earth. The multiplying millennium bugs gathered around the motorcycle, repairing and transforming it into a sharp and sturdy chariot.
Chu Hengkong stood atop the chariot, the fire of ambition entwined within his blade, causing the divine slash to roar with delight. All the scars on his body healed simultaneously, and the death wings on his back fully unfurled. Surrounded by flames, he soared high into the sky, his raging aura surging like a ferocious beast tearing through the smoke of war!
Chu Hengkong slowly sheathed his knife and looked down at the killer on the wolf's back from the air.
He smiled, a disdainful smile like he always had when they fought.
"alright."
"Show courage."
Unburdened from worrying about his boss, he could now fully unleash the mystical art of the remnant soul. A woven tangle of fire, fission ray, and night-burning power greedily devoured the wolf smoke, even the power of the great demon becoming Shura's sustenance. With a flick of his left wrist, he swept the sheath of the Divine Slash, channeling the absorbed power into the blade. Before the enemy could react, flames had burst forth from the sheath, transforming into a searing line.
The shadow appears in the sky and the fire in the heart is drying up.
In an instant, the smoke vanished, and the world became clear. The smoke that had enveloped the entire Fourth Vein vanished, and a blazing fire erupted in a thin line, incinerating the Chaos Demon's power to ash. A slash pierced through the smoke, severing the demon's body and severing the massive wolf head!
“Woooooo… Woooaaaaah!”
Howls and blood splattered simultaneously as Fulidan's body was severed by the sword, and blood smoke fused with it rolled out from the wound on his neck. That brutal blow even severed the contract between them!
Fulidan lifted the head with his giant claws, wisps of smoke swirling between the skull and the wound. He grasped at the bloody smoke, attempting to renew the contract, but the armored vehicle seized this opportunity and accelerated violently, ramming into the giant wolf's waist, using the repulsive force of the Order Field to knock it back.
"Leave the Chaos Demon to me."
Chu Hengkong made an OK sign in the rearview mirror, and she reassured herself by focusing on the enemy. Fu Lidan's profile pressed against the car door. The giant wolf sneered at her, "You're trying to take on me with this rubbish the Empire disdains?"
"That should be enough to deal with a dog that has lost its owner."
"How arrogant!"
Fulidan pressed the front of the vehicle with a single claw, wrestling fiercely with the armored vehicle. It had a clear view of the enemy's tactics. The only fundamental change after the restriction was lifted was the restriction on mental output, but the fundamental nature of their tactics remained unchanged. Previously, they had barely maintained their form thanks to the protection of the Kanglong Dharma Image, and the same was true now.
The smoke of war seeped into the armored vehicle, dissolving the cards holding it together. The Kanglong Dharma Image then separated from the armored vehicle. Fulidan's massive claws clamped down on the dragon's head, tearing it apart into a pure white speck of light.
"You're willing to risk your life fighting me alone. Is it to activate that device from the Thorn Blossom Festival?" Fu Lidan sneered. "It's projected from outside Dust Island, reinforced by the resonance of the Order Field and the continuous space-time generator, and ultimately triggers a high-frequency mental vibration device as it falls. It's called the 'Wand of God,' isn't it?"
Velvet's expression shifted slightly, and Fulidan didn't miss this detail. "You've utilized the chain-strengthening effects of multiple technologies to assemble such extraordinary power without exceeding the particle limit. However, this clever trick also has its weaknesses. It requires extremely high precision in the triggering process. You must provide accurate coordinates for it to be effective..."
"Therefore, once the coordinates are confused, your powerful Holy Honor Cup will completely lose its meaning!"
Above the sky, the untouchable scepter plummeted, its destination a thousand miles from the center of the battlefield. Flidan's eyes flashed with the shattered space. For a Chaos Demon, disrupting spatial coordinates was a piece of cake.
The cautious demon smiled as he meticulously dismantled all the traps inside and outside the armored vehicle, leaving no chance for the enemy. He asked with a malicious smile, "Am I right, Miss Velvet Velus?"
"Absolutely correct, except for one thing."
Velvet chuckled and nodded. She instantly melted away, leaving only a voice transmitter on the driver's seat.
"The Staff of God is not the Cup of Holy Honor."
"It's my strange blade."
From high in the sky came a series of rumbling sounds, imperceptible to ordinary humans, but to Fulidan's ears, they resonated like thunder. He saw thousands of scepters arrayed like an army outside Dust Island, like a raging fire from the sky turning into a meteor shower!
The Staff of God is a strange blade. Therefore, as long as one possesses sufficient mental strength, after crossing the first abyss, it can be replicated and mass-produced.
Batch projection!
"The Staff of God, the Stars."
In the distance, Velvet pressed her staff, and 312 divine staffs descended simultaneously. Under such a dense attack, coordinates became meaningless. The entire battlefield where the Chaos Demon resided was within striking range. The projection of mental power dismantled, destroyed, and shattered the demon's spirits, reducing them to ash in awe!
Velvet lifted her wind-torn hair and mounted her motorcycle, heading towards the other side of the battlefield. Beyond her sight, two people were engaged in their final duel.
The killer wielded the Divine Slash and attacked his enemies at will, the killer swung his weapons wildly. The roar of explosions was the accompaniment of this fight, and blood and smoke were the only colors on the stage.
Chu Hengkong's bladework reached extreme speed, a blade swift enough to rival the six-armed Huan Ge. Yet, the battle was evenly matched, and Xueyan managed to withstand his attacks. Did Fulidan leave him with a hidden power? Did this assassin, during the days of torture by Yin Hai, grasp a new martial art?
No! Absolutely not! It was simply the same tactic that had been demonstrated at the beginning of this battle.
Blood Smoke's eyes flickered with a foul rainbow light as he activated the Demonic Spirit Sacrifice once again, this time targeting himself. His body continued to disintegrate from within, and the emotions generated by this gave him greater mobility. It was like a bomb whose power grew at the expense of a shortened fuse, and the end of the fuse would be Blood Smoke's own death!
"Kill you! Kill you!"
Blood Smoke roared wildly, striking out with both blades. The unpredictable mad soldiers crisscrossed the air, creating a bewildering trajectory. But Chu Hengkong calmly observed his opponent, unfazed by his weapons. A flash of death wings followed him, negating the mad soldiers' attacks. Chu Hengkong seized the opportunity to strike with his blade, severing Blood Smoke's hands with a single blow!
“Kill you!!!”
But he didn't cry out in pain. His blood, completely dominated by murderous intent, drove his wristless arms to attack. He used smoke to create claws that resembled a giant wolf.
Chu Hengkong casually tucked his Divine Slash aside, ducking to avoid the attack before delivering an uppercut that shattered the enemy's jaw. Blood Mist reared up sharply after the blow, and Chu Hengkong struck him three times in quick succession, then used a side kick to break his leg, forcing him to his knees. Finally, he used an Iron Mountain Backstroke to send him flying!
Blood smoke flew out like a rag, plowing charred marks on the ground. Somehow, he felt a sense of familiarity. It was as if he had seen this scene somewhere before.
Where is it? It seems to be a burning night as well.
Then he remembered the final moments of his previous life, in the burning Velus Building. His dagger had been knocked away, Chu Hengkong's sword had broken, and the two had now engaged in a single blow with fists and feet. It was obvious that he was no match for the Sacrificial Serpent in close combat. His attack was detected, and he was struck in the middle, his leg broken, and he was hurled to the end of the corridor by the Iron Mountain Backrest...
The slowly approaching sacrificial snake overlapped with the man in her memory. His injuries, weapons, and strength were all different, but his eyes remained exactly the same, a look of indifference and disregard...
Bloody Smoke roared, forcing himself to stand. He had already become a flaming torch from the effects of the sacrifice, almost on the verge of exploding. He desperately tried to grab the approaching killer.
"I've given up everything!"
"My own way of fighting! Dignity! Freedom! Sign a contract with the devil and burn my life to the bitter end!!"
Step by step, approaching the sacrificial snake.
He uttered the painful questions that had always restrained him.
"Even so, you never took me seriously..."
"Even so, I'm not worthy of you considering me as your opponent!!"
Then, for the first time in history, Chu Hengkong looked at him straight in the eye.
"Did you do anything good?"
——
His thoughts came to a halt because of this inexplicable question, and Chu Hengkong spoke in confusion.
"Have you saved many people? Have you become a hero? Have you created any great deeds? Or have you fought against the outsiders with all your strength?"
"Do you possess a strength that transcends all living beings? A will that will persevere no matter what? Or perhaps a perseverance that as a human being you will never give up?"
"None of that, Hazama Meiga. You've reborn yourself as a terrorist, gloating over bombs in crowds, as if you were accomplishing something truly remarkable.
If you don't pursue strength, you have no meaning. All you do is vent your desire for destruction. At the very end of your life, you don't hesitate to burn your life, and all you do is serve the outsiders."
Without any emotion, the sacrificial snake asked curiously.
"I do want to know, how do you want me to respect you?"
——
That's not the case.
He was persistent. He had self-respect. Although he had given up now, before the horrific events of the Dark World, when he was a killer on Earth, he had acted with a clear purpose.
The sight of ignorant people enjoying a false peace was sickening. His mission was to tear apart the peaceful facade and reveal the truth of the world's fragility. Then, he would find the truly powerful, someone who could not be stopped, no matter how despicable the means. Once he found that powerful person, once his goal was achieved...
Just want it, for what?
"Kill..."
Yes, kill him.
After that, no one could stop him. He could destroy and kill at will. He could do whatever he pleased, whatever he pleased. The world would become a pure paradise.
This is Lord Xueyan’s great dream!
"ha."
He touched his face with his bare wrist.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his own blood.
Laugh hysterically.
“Hahahaha, haha ...!!!”
No wonder chaos came knocking on my door.
He's just a pure madman that can be found everywhere!
Hazama Mingya couldn't help but laugh, using up his last breath to let out a mad, hollow laugh. His chest suddenly felt empty, flesh and energy collapsing towards his heart. A "hole" of nothingness emerged from his desolate heart, extending from the inside out, devouring this being who had finally understood his own nature.
This is the end of the so-called supreme road to godhood.
From the raging winds that sing of freedom to the rainbows that destroy order, the gods of the world, who distort reality with their will, gallop across the world like a natural phenomenon, attempting to cross the rainbow bridge to the other side of the sky.
However, at the end of that bridge of light, there was nothing.
There's no meaning. No perseverance. No faith. No ideals. When the overflowing emotions burn out, and will and madness wear away on the journey, those who claim to be supreme finally see the truth. Madness and tyranny are excuses to vent desires, and the proud gods are nothing but villains greedy for power.
The first objective understanding of self will shatter false obsessions. Thus, the self collapses, transforming into a black hole of nothingness. The black hole devours everything, becoming a pure natural disaster.
The sixth point in the Supreme Path to Godhood is "Silent Void." It is pure, meaningless nothingness.
However, the hole that would devour the battlefield did not appear. Or rather, the black hole did not form in time.
Because Chu Hengkong walked forward and cut off Xueyan's head with a knife.
Blood gushed out. Far more than the body could contain, a massive amount of blood gushed high into the air like a crimson fountain. The noise of the blood splattering was like a man's hollow laughter.
The corpse exploded, and the blood column in the sky also dissipated in the storm.
The frenzied elemental power illuminated the night sky, transforming into one final, foul firework.
Chu Hengkong ruffled his wind-torn hair while Velvet waited by his side on her motorcycle, her expression telling him that she wanted to drive this time. They got back in the car and crossed the border between the fourth and second venation sequences.
Velvet casually asked, "So, what kind of person is Hazama Meika?"
"He's a cocky guy."
Chu Hengkong thought about it and added a sentence.
"Same as me."
(End of this chapter)
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