Free Web NovelAbove the sky, dark red lead-colored clouds, stirred by the wind, surged. After one large truck after another was detonated by Qingyi Tiannv's innate ability, a large arc-shaped scorched earth was carved out on the barren land, like a scar left by a branding iron.
The scattered scarlet flames swayed, not extinguishing but burning more intensely, slowly spreading in all directions.
Further away, dense armies of the Shaman King, like a surging black tide, rushed towards the towering city walls, facing overwhelming arrow rain and rolling logs burning and smashing down from the wall.
The roars of battle filled the ears, and death and fear, like silently swinging whips, lashed thousands of Shaman King armies, making them step over corpses and advance to the foot of the city wall, finally losing their vitality amidst tragic screams and the mournful grinding of metal.
That scene, when viewed from above, resembled a group of ants frantically falling into a fire pit.
Despair, fear, anger... all kinds of painful emotions, soaked in the smell of blood and char, surged in all directions of the battlefield.
On the edge of the battlefield, Lu Yibei stood on the roof of a large truck, her arms crossed in front of her, gazing at the tragic scene in the distance, as if enjoying it, her chin raised, her eyes slightly narrowed.
As Lilim's authority was instinctively satisfied, the core of her Witch Seed body brought her an unprecedentedly pleasant experience.
Joy, satisfaction... Spiritual Energy surged within her like a tide, and her soul trembled with excitement.
She could feel that she had become the chaotic center of this battlefield; a single thought could stir up the wind and clouds, every move affected everyone's nerves, and wherever her gaze fell, she could glimpse the deepest secrets in their hearts through their panicked eyes.
The whispers, originally either painful, anxious, panicked, or depressed, as if countless tormented maidens gathered together, gradually became gentle, like gaining salvation, chanting hymns with soft voices, chanting the description of the authority that was already close to perfection.
“It is the mist that obscures the eyes, and also the star that guides the storm; it is her child, and also the lips that blow out the lamp and kiss the darkness...
“As crimson as slaughter and decay, as pale as sorrow and silence, it is invisible fear, and also visible chaos....
“It is the figure awakening beyond the paradise, possessing eyes that can beautify or corrupt all phenomena...”
As the whispers of the authority description echoing in her ears and chest grew stronger, Lu Yibei vaguely heard more voices coming from afar.
“The figure that commands steel...”
“The Calamity that summons silver death...”
“Gislerteqin (Crimson King)...”
“Death, salvation, salvation, cruelty, hero, Disaster...”
“...”
Those were the perceptions of her by the fleeing tribal warriors and the Long Xiang Army Armored Soldiers who witnessed everything on the city walls.
Those chaotic, unthinking perceptions, etched into the minds of countless people, turned into inaudible voices, converging and surging, brewing some terrifying power.
Lu Yibei listened to the voices from the depths of the tribal warriors and Long Xiang Army Armored Soldiers' hearts, and her mind uncontrollably rippled.
Under the influence of the Witch Seed's core, the incessant curses, condemnations, and words of fear all became hymns filled with genuine emotion.
As those voices grew stronger, the authority description in Lu Yibei's ears was also affected, becoming intermittent, like a bad signal or frequency hopping, and chaotic static pierced her eardrums.
“It is the mist that obscures the eyes, and also the star that guides the storm... It is the figure that commands steel, and also the Calamity that summons silver death...”
“As crimson as slaughter and decay, as pale as sorrow and silence, it is the invisible fear that spreads death, and also the visible chaos that brings salvation...”
The voices from the depths of those tribal warriors' hearts lingered in her ears, appearing like threads woven into the authority descriptions, seemingly wanting to merge with them.
This was a sign of authority being completed, or authority undergoing a change.
Experiencing or witnessing great fear and pain often leaves a person with a profound memory that is difficult to erase for a lifetime.
When a massive amount of such profound memories converges and points to the same urban legend, it is enough to affect its authority, causing earth-shattering changes.
For a moment, Lu Yibei even felt that she was about to advance to Calamity, using the power brought by the tribal warriors' and Long Xiang Army Armored Soldiers' perceptions of her...
She had experienced that feeling of being able to cause a huge impact on a certain area with a mere gesture, when the Hua City's earth Pulse Breath merged into her body.
In most cases, tens of thousands of fanatical believers are enough to cause a urban legend to advance to Calamity. It is important to note that the Big King of the Eight Hundred Li Peach Garden, Ju Meng, despite having countless followers, had fewer than ten thousand residents in Taoyuan who could truly be called fanatical believers.
And the strong perceptions in the hearts of tens of thousands of tribal warriors shrouded in the shadow of death, and the Long Xiang Army Armored Soldiers who witnessed the shocking scene, although slightly less than those of fanatical believers, their astonishing number was already enough to cause some subtle changes.
From a certain perspective, this battlefield had already transformed into a massive altar, and the target of the sacrifice was Lu Yibei!
In fact, within the Night Watch archives, there have been instances of Calamity urban legend born through war.
Several years ago, during a not-insignificant regional conflict in Eastern Europe, a Calamity urban legend was born from the perceptions of tens of thousands of people affected by the war. Two Calamity Psychic and dozens of A-level Spirit Ability Users from the White God Group paid with their lives to kill that urban legend.
This might also be one of the reasons why the White God Group, which had always been on good terms with the Night Watch, risked angering the Night Watch to destroy Yumen Pass and alleviate their pressure.
After all, losing dozens of top combatants at once was too great a blow to the White God Group, even devastating.
However...
Just a little more, not enough, it's already at the doorstep!
A thought flashed through Lu Yibei's mind, and in a trance, she even found it difficult to distinguish whether it was her own thought or the instinct of the Witch Seed's core.
The moment that thought flashed through her mind, a whooshing sound echoed in her ears, and the next moment, a distorted spear whistled as it flew towards her face.
Lu Yibei casually caught the flying spear, then looked in the direction it came from, frowning, a cold glint flashing in her scarlet eyes.
She noticed the figures, swaying as they stood up from the battlefield full of scorched earth and dismembered bodies, driven by strong fighting intent, walking towards her with weapons in hand.
Those figures were scattered in various corners of the battlefield, and at a glance, there were as many as two to three hundred of them.
“...”
Is it them?
Are they the ones hindering my advancement to Calamity?
If so... then let them all disappear!
Lu Yibei thought, taking a step forward, her body lightly landing, and then leisurely walking towards those figures.
Watching her back, Shen Baiwei seemed to realize something, stood up and softly called out, “Disaster, don’t go, come back!”
As her words fell, Lu Yibei abruptly turned her head, and Shen Baiwei instantly stiffened, obediently shutting her mouth.
The moment her gaze met Lu Yibei's eyes, her intuition told her that if she said one more word, she would die...
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Under the sky, light gray clouds churned.
On the dilapidated and crumbling rooftop, the girl tied her red hair into a neat ponytail, wearing a plaid apron, sitting cross-legged on the ground, fiddling with the dark red mud.
On the open ground in front of her, a sculpture, seemingly composed of countless irregularly geometric rocks, exuded a heavy, calming aura. It swayed back and forth, as if it could come to life at any moment.
With the “Bald Head” that brought light and the “Pure Water Big King” that produced pure water, it was time to plan and rectify the broken earth.
“Splish-splash—!”
As if dissatisfied with her work, the girl suddenly raised a hand and slapped the sculpture back into a pile of mud, shaking her head and saying, “Still not good enough! It lacks a certain charm...”
Sighing silently, she withdrew her attention from the pile of mud, stood up, and paced to the edge of the rooftop, looking up at the sky.
“Let’s see how that kid is doing now...”
The girl muttered to herself, and the next second, as if she had seen something terrifying, her pupils trembled. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
“Holy shit! How could this happen?!”
“Damn it! Why is that kid so troublesome? I just took my eyes off her for a moment, and she's doing something big behind my back?! I told you to create a Calamity, not to participate in a war, you bastard!”
At this moment, Chatterbox Girl suddenly had that frustrating feeling of having her child do something big and break a leg because she wasn't watching them carefully.
“If this continues, will she accept that guy’s guidance?” freeωebnovēl.c૦m
As she spoke, Chatterbox Girl kept biting her fingers, her expression gradually becoming serious.
She wasn't worried about Lu Yibei making mistakes; she could always find a way to help Lu Yibei compensate.
Nor did she care if Lu Yibei advanced to Calamity based on that authority, whether it was a Mythical Seed, Witch Seed, or even a White Wolf God, all were good choices.
However...
She was afraid that Lu Yibei would walk down the same path as her.
To create slaughter and fear, to use violence to curb violence, to accept guidance from the unseen, to gain power in the fastest and most rapid way, like a black hole devouring everything.
In that case, Lu Yibei would not be able to turn back.
After all, just as it was written in “The Beheaded Queen”—“All gifts given by fate have already been marked with a price in secret.”
“Damn it! I need to think of a way...” Chatterbox Girl stopped mid-sentence, looked down at her hands, and frowned.
At a time like this, is it really good to interfere with her? Is it really useful? If she decides to accept that guy's guidance, no matter how many times, she will still repeat the same mistakes, Chatterbox Girl thought.
