The ancient king did not respond, it still searched for some existence.
But at this moment Mr. Order was furious.
He stared at Zhu Xingshu with a murder-filled gaze.
“You, are looking to die.”
The golden longblade surged, and the twelve-plus-one Order Cards spun wildly.
The heavenly realm of Order gradually solidified.
One by one, gigantic heavenly soldiers clad in golden armor seemed poised to break spatial restraints and enter this world.
“No, no, the System did say this place is sealed, you know, so~”
Zhu Xingshu let out a sly chuckle.
Her eyes, restored, had stars flowing within them.
Blasphemy Card · Three · Astrolabe
Fate in this world had already been chaotic and ever-changing, and it had long been altered because of someone’s existence.
The power of this Blasphemy Card also reached its magnificent peak at this moment.
The starry sky eclipsed the heavenly realm of Order.
Those golden-armored heavenly soldiers were blocked outside the world.
Zhu Xingshu sat on her knees without expression, hands clasped together, and spoke softly.
“Today, we will win.”
Words spoken, the fact was sealed.
Mr. Order felt a kind of unprecedented unease.
That unease did not come from his body, nor from his heart.
His mental and physical states were unaffected.
Yet, he felt he would lose.
How should victory and defeat in the Miranda World be defined?
Asmodeus.
That crown.
If he could not obtain that crown, then all the time he had squandered, the great energy he expended, even pretending to be a slave and courting an ordinary human woman—what would it all mean?
“Fate-wielder!! How dare you! But don’t you forget! I am the Train Conductor running across the Wasteland! Fate? I stopped believing in that long ago! As long as I kill you, who can stop me from taking that crown?!”
Zhu Xingshu shook her head lightly and stated a fact.
“This is not fate.”
Achuan, with his soul separated, held his battle blade, countless ghosts poured from his soul-gathering device into his body.
“But a fact.”
Starlight flowed.
Countless stars became meteors, streaking brilliant star-colored lines across the sky.
The starlight severed everything.
A thumping meat sphere, a special item, parasitically lodged in the interstitial layer of space, was discovered by the starlight and by Zhu Xingshu.
Bloodline Source · False of the Cult (Level 12)
Brings a bloodline curse to the entire world, encompassing brutality, chaos, fanaticism, agitation... and gradually transforms the entire world into a bloodline realm.
“Whether it’s Abukado, or the Homeward-bound Souls, even you, an ancient Train Conductor, today your fate is sealed to fail. This is not destiny.”
Her eyes ignited with flame.
It was the flame of stars, signifying that the Astrolabe was outlining the facts for this realm!
The meat sphere parasitizing the interstitial layer was rinsed by endless star streams until it shattered into fragments, crushed into powder, and vanished forever.
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Abukado — Main Camp
The man sitting atop the mountain peak opened his eyes.
Behind him, Barr and Garcia stood.
“Leader, so...”
He raised his hand, stopping Garcia from speaking further.
He opened his mouth and said in a deep voice:
“The False of the Cult has been destroyed.”
Garcia and Barr exchanged a glance, each seeing astonishment in the other’s eyes.
“How is that possible? That’s a Level 12 item, and I didn’t even know where it was hidden...”
“Zhu Xingshu, it’s her ability, hehe... Emperor’s Order... so fond of ruining our plans... nevermind, we’ll take our time.”
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Miranda City.
Achuan absorbed all the ghosts he had accumulated over the years, his strength pushed to the current maximum it could be enhanced to.
Now, he was also a ghost.
If he failed, there would be no chance to survive.
But he raised his blade, eyes filled with excitement, madness, and battlelust!
Only fear was absent.
“Come on! Come on! Mr. Order! Ancient Train Conductor! Let’s fight and see who can win!”
Mr. Order’s expression grew very ugly.
He swept a cold glance across everything around him.
“You’re looking to die!”
Order Cards spun like mad.
Several Order beasts of varied forms flew out and engaged Achuan’s ghosts in battle.
Yet he himself did not forcibly snatch the crown in Asmodeus’s hands.
Just like Menrojina’s prior experience, never expose your back on the battlefield.
Even if you are very strong.
The fight began again.
Starry night, the nation of Order, wind and snow...
Amid these strange phenomena, the red rain seemed so inconspicuous.
But none of them, including Zhu Xingshu, realized that the moment they touched that red rain, an excitement hidden within this war was awakened.
The battle escalated into a war.
And in the city below.
Ye Qiyan ate a White Forest Fruit while looking at the Northern Man lying in the deep pit, his body without a single intact place.
“Yo, Lord Tengo, should I say it—long time no see?”
Agula Tengo.
The City Lord of Miranda City, a man who yearned to become King.
At this moment he showed no trace of the humiliation or pain of a loser.
He grinned, looking at Ye Qiyan who had appeared before him without using Arrogance.
“So this is what you look like? So young... Altos, are you here to take my life? Haha, fine, to die by your hand is acceptable...”
Ye Qiyan swallowed the White Forest Fruit in his mouth and handed the remaining half of the fruit flesh to Red Tears beside him.
He pretended to think, nodded once, then shook his head.
“Yes and no.”
He stepped into the pit, and the broken Bone Blade barely lifted itself, aiming at Ye Qiyan.
Ye Qiyan smiled faintly.
A reverse cross of light and shadow appeared in his left eye.
On the back of his hand, the smiling mark representing Bewitchment quietly surfaced.
Defiance × Bewitchment
“Tengo senior, let me ask you a question.”
“Hehe... the power of Bewitchment? I too was once influenced by that force, but compared to what you have now, it was far weaker, so your question I must answer. I cannot resist it. Ask.
Whether it’s True God, Asmodeus, or I, the Homeward-bound Souls, your question has only one answer, and my answer will be only one. After I answer, I will die, and you will win.
Hehe... so young, so full of future, you have so much room to grow, truly... I envy you.”
He appeared as a rugged Northern Man, but Tengo was not foolish; he was clever.
Or rather, those who reached this point are rarely fools.
However, the question Tengo imagined Ye Qiyan would ask did not appear.
Ye Qiyan wore a smile.
Pale light and ultimate evil converged around him.
The demon whispered.
Bewitchment sang.
He opened his mouth and smiled as he asked:
“Tengo senior, do you wish to live?”
Tengo’s pupils shrank; what remained of his body trembled, trying to stop himself from speaking.
But he knew he could not prevent this question!
His body split open, blood gushed from the seven orifices!!!
He bit off his tongue, but the voice still issued automatically from the vocal cords that once served him as a human!!!
“I... do not want to die!!!”
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