Free Web NovelThe Shaman King never expected to see the Little Girl who had severely wounded him again.
In his understanding, most urban legend could not persist for thousands of years.
After a thousand years, they would either vanish or have their authorities changed. It was absolutely impossible for a Little Girl like the one before him to not only retain her full authority but also seemingly advance even further.
It was as if when a young man left home at eighteen, his neighbor's Little Girl was just eight, and when he returned home at eighty, the Little Girl still looked eighteen.
It was simply outrageous and highly suspicious!
At least one of them, the young man or the Little Girl, had a serious age problem.
However, after a brief moment of shock, the Shaman King quickly calmed down.
He didn't care about the anomalies surrounding the Little Girl.
As long as it was a direct confrontation, he, Que Pi Jia, would not fear any enemy.
Slaughter and struggle only excited him.
“...”
So, what should he call her?
Shen Baiwei? Disaster? Or Lilim? The Shaman King wondered.
He seemed to have heard these names somewhere, but the impression was very vague, only vaguely remembering that the Little Girl was his kind.
Immediately after, the already blurry memories, sealed away a thousand years ago, gradually became clear in his mind, feeling strange, as if they had appeared out of thin air.
Then.
In a trance, as if hallucinating, the Little Girl's words echoed in his ears—"A thousand years from now? Don't worry! I'll be waiting for you there."
That was the last thing he heard the Little Girl say to him a thousand years ago.
The moment those words echoed in his mind, the Shaman King suddenly had a flash of insight.
He suddenly understood the true meaning of the guidance transmitted to him by that huge, bizarre black shadow, both when he was about to fall into slumber a thousand years ago and a moment ago—he could, without restraint, unleash the anger of his shattered aspirations and thousand-year Ban upon the Little Girl before him.
If he could, by chance, slay the Little Girl, then he would be spared the malicious punishment of the world and regain the opportunity to spread the flames of war across the land and fulfill his aspirations.
Thus, the Shaman King finally recalled what he had said to the Little Girl a thousand years ago, when he was about to fall into slumber, and he curled his lips.
"Although I don't know how you've preserved the integrity of your authority over the past thousand years, I didn't expect you to still be as ignorant and naive as you were a thousand years ago?"
The Shaman King did not want an endless struggle with the Little Girl; after all, she was a rare kind he had encountered in this world.
If possible, he would rather have the Little Girl understand his thoughts and join him in trampling all living beings underfoot.
"Has such a long time not changed your mind? As I once told you... haven't you realized that if you don't want to be a tool used by others, you can only conquer them and become a god no one dares to defy?"
"Sorry!" Lu Yibei said expressionlessly, "A mere thousand years is but a flick of the finger to me... How could someone's mind go wrong just from taking a nap?"
"Is that so? I understand." A hint of dimness appeared in the Shaman King's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by increasingly intense killing intent and rage.
"Then, I apologize..."
As he spoke, he raised his armored hands and clenched them tightly.
In an instant, spiritual energy surged, and a torrent of eerie red blood light raged, enveloping him.
His authority dictated that he would ignite war until there was nothing left to conquer in the entire world.
No person or urban legend could stop him!
The hatred of a thousand years of Ban and the pain of shattered aspirations transformed into his fury, incinerating all obstacles.
Even if the one standing in front was his kind, whom he once wanted to befriend...
"Are you ready to bear my wrath, my kind?"
As his voice fell, the suddenly surging spiritual energy fluctuations caused the surrounding space to tremble.
Blood color spread, soaring into the sky.
Armored blood shadows, neighing warhorses, galloping chariots, and even crude, ancient-looking guns inscribed with runes... Various miniature battlefields appeared from the blood light.
It was as if countless fiercely battling battlefields had simultaneously descended upon this place, overlapping and filling the vast expanse of heaven and earth.
Not far away, Doji Ten, who had fallen to the ground severely wounded due to his authority being suppressed by the Shaman King's authority, had just struggled to his feet when he immediately found himself plunged into a more terrifying phenomenon created by the Shaman King, and his heart was instantly filled with dread.
He hastily propped up his body, standing on the earth, and then pushed his authority to the extreme. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Amidst a roar of steel, colossal beings emerged from the refracted steel light, their massive bodies trampling the earth as they charged in all directions.
Like moving fortresses, they tore open a bloody path, surrounded by armored blood shadows, galloping warhorses, and chariots.
However, even among projections of war, there were differences.
Although the ancient Indian elephant cavalry was fierce, how could it be a match for red-coated cannons?
The next moment, accompanied by deafening roars, countless flashes of fire erupted, and the mournful cries of giant elephants resounded through heaven and earth.
Thus, after the second collision of phenomena caused by authority, Doji Ten was suppressed once again, clutching his chest and kneeling on one knee, his face full of pain.
However, neither the cannon fire, nor Doji Ten's struggles, nor the endless phenomena triggered by the Shaman King's authority, were noticed by those golden-red eyes shrouded in distorted light and shadow.
Lu Yibei coldly stared «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» at the Shaman King, and asked with an expressionless face, "What about you?"
At this moment, what appeared before her eyes was Hong Bian's relieved smile, the suffering of generations of residents of Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, the tens of thousands of lingering souls wandering within Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, and Dragon Tang's mad, stumbling figure walking alone into eternal darkness.
What about you?
Are you ready to bear my wrath, Shaman King?
Lu Yibei thought so, and the next moment, a torrent of intense light swallowed all phenomena in front, guiding her to the Shaman King's presence, and then she raised her hand...
One punch!
The moment she threw the punch, Lu Yibei unreservedly released the terrifying power that had been accumulating within her since she left Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, the power to correct the miracle flower.
Countless chaotic, dark lines, constantly eroding and cutting into her flesh, bloomed in her palm, as if an explosion had occurred, but there was no sound, only annihilation.
As if light itself had been swallowed, a vast darkness surged forth.
At the end of the darkness, a hundred feet of blazing flames followed closely...
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"Found it! Found it!"
As the violent temperature erupted across the wasteland, melting steel and flesh, shouts also rang out in the monitoring room of the Si Ye Hui Headquarters.
Seeing the emotional personnel in the monitoring room, Wu Yuhui hastily leaned towards the microphone and asked, "What's the situation? What did you find?"
"Uh, Secretary... we found the urban legend that caused the geomorphic energy fluctuations within a hundred li radius of Yumen Pass!"
"Oh?" Wu Yuhui frowned slightly. "Can you get live footage?"
"Yes, please wait!"
As her voice fell, a blurry image of the wasteland outside Divine Kingdom Jade Gate appeared on the large screen in the monitoring room.
On the wasteland, the writhing blood color was enveloped in flames, and everything within sight was covered in a dazzling, intense light, rising with heat waves, like metal reflecting fierce sunlight in midsummer, giving one a parched feeling just by looking at it.
"Sizzle—sizzle—!"
Accompanied by intermittent static and flickering snow, a figure shrouded in flames and bizarre dark lines could be seen confronting the Shaman King.
"Is that the urban legend causing the abnormal geomorphic energy? Calamity-level? Why isn't it recorded in the Night Watch's archives?"
Wu Yuhui propped her chin with one hand and muttered to herself, then looked at the Night Watch personnel in the monitoring room and said seriously, "Has the analysis result of the target urban legend's authority come out?" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"It should have, Secretary," someone replied. "By my calculations, it should be on its way to you soon."
A few seconds later, a knock on the door sounded.
"Knock, knock, knock—!"
"Come in!" Wu Yuhui turned around and said. As her voice fell, she saw a Night Watch personnel with sweat on her forehead rushing into the office and handing her a document.
She took the document, quickly flipped through it, and then her gaze stopped at the end of the document, where she frowned.
【...Preliminary determination: the target urban legend is a Disaster (Note 1).】
In the bottom right corner of that page, the content of Note 1 described in detail the "achievements" of Disaster, confirming the uniqueness of the target.
Wu Yuhui, "..."
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"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Deafening explosions echoed across the wasteland. The figure of Disaster collided with the Shaman King dozens of times in an instant, and the spiritual energy explosions created a violent storm, stirring up endless yellow sand.
Nameless Book gazed at the two fiercely battling urban legend for a long time before she came back to her senses. She lowered her head to look at the bao sang cang xiao badge in her hand, infused it with spiritual energy, and sent a message to Zhang Huainan.
"You... did you foresee all of this?"
Taking advantage of being slightly older than Zhang Huainan, she almost never used honorifics for him, the Night Watch's top person. But at this moment, she was truly shocked by Zhang Huainan's prophetic divination ability.
"No need for that, it's just a minor trick," Zhang Huainan said. "Since Disaster has already confronted the Shaman King, there should be no danger from now on. I'll trouble my old friend with the post-Disaster aftermath at Yumen Pass. I won't get involved further."
"Don't worry, with me and Lord Bing here, it will be handled properly," Nameless Book replied.
"That's excellent," Zhang Huainan said. "Then I'll go rest first."
After listening to Zhang Huainan's last message, Nameless Book hesitated to speak.
She wondered if she had misheard, but she always felt that Zhang Huainan's breathing was a bit shallow when he spoke.
Perhaps this was the price of peering into the trajectory of fate? Didn't that fellow Unmyouki die from this? She just didn't expect that even the Black Emperor would find this price a bit too much to bear... Nameless Book thought.
