Chapter 240

Spirit Power 100%

Long Tao stared in shock at the Floating Smoke that had ballooned countless times within the light screen, and at the vast gloomy fire that nearly blanketed the entire Sui Garden—even though separated by the distant light screen, this sinister killing aura washed over him.

Sui Garden

Floating Smoke

sinister killing aura

Ying Shan Mao Fu

As he stared directly at the Floating Smoke, Ying Shan Mao Fu felt that he would freeze from inside to out.

Thus we need to include "Ying Shan Mao Fu" in glossary.

Master

No, if one insists on saying it, there's probably not even one‑tenth……

「Master, Master… this floating smoke…」 Long Tao turned his head to look at his master, but discovered that under the desk, his master's legs were shaking like an old coin‑operated rocking horse at the supermarket downstairs, every joint as loose as an unscrewed screw.

「Master, are you afraid? 」 Long Tao asked curiously.

Ling Huan

Ling Huan began scrambling to find the air‑conditioner remote, trying to hide his fear with his movements. When he finally managed to pull the remote out of the drawer, trembling, he suddenly realized it was a cool late autumn.

……There was no air‑conditioner on in the room at all.

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Floating Smoke, it's Floating Smoke, you won, you won...

Don't abandon us... help us, bring us together... to revive the glory of the prairie fire~

Countless Yearly Yang cried out as one, the Floating Smoke within Xing's body also let out a sinister chuckle: "Thank you, all Judge Officials, for clearing away obstacles and gathering the Yearly Yang shards. I said I would leave your body, Xing."

Yearly Yang

Judge Official

Xing

「「Now I should fulfill my promise. 」」

「A clump of ghostly fire suddenly burst forth from the celestial body, floating in mid‑air; countless scattered solar essences were swallowed one by one by her, eventually condensing into an enormously huge…… giant eyeball. 」

「«I feel unprecedentedly——powerful! »»

Netherworld Military Officers

「Speaking from the heart, these martial officers controlled by the floating smoke are not difficult to deal with, but because of certain reservations, we cannot deliver a killing blow; these knocked‑out martial officers can fight repeatedly like sit‑ups, and over time it becomes a war of attrition and a war of rotation. 」

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"fate。" Actually line: "fate。" It's English word "fate". It's a term but not a name. It's a common word. Not include.

In the cathedral's basement, Gilgamesh stood with his arms crossed, his scarlet eyes fixed on the battlefield shown on the light screen; as the battle progressed, a sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, mere insects—yet your talent for manipulating hearts is not bad."

Beside him, the black-clad priest Kirei Kotomine stood with his hands behind his back, wearing that inscrutable smile on his face.

"Oh? The Hero King seems to have some objections to this 'Year Yang's' behavior."

"Objections?" Gilgamesh snorted, "I merely find it laughable—constantly claiming to challenge the Star Ferry General, yet hiding behind puppets and playing petty tricks."

In the light screen, the soldiers controlled by Floating Smoke surged toward Star wave after wave; seeing Snow Clothes wounded, Kirei Kotomine let out a low chuckle: "Turning people into marionettes, watching enemies struggle in despair… such a sight is unexpectedly pleasing."

"Heh, Kirei, you're still as fond of twisted pleasure as ever." Gilgamesh gave him a sideways glance.

"Thank you for the praise." The black-clad priest bowed elegantly, "But looking at the whole picture, this Floating Smoke, from a petty Year Yang to its current form, has indeed shown considerable wisdom."

"Wisdom?" The Hero King burst out laughing, "Kirei, Kirei, you call this wisdom?"

The laughter cut off abruptly, and the man's expression instantly turned cold: "Just the delusion of insects crawling on the ground. Watch, Kirei—such vile tactics might succeed for a moment, but before absolute power, all struggle is futile."

"However, let it bask in its smugness a little longer before the general personally swings that blade. Watching it struggle uselessly in its ugly posture can occasionally be a pleasant diversion."

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"In the war of attrition, it's Star's side that gives out first."

"According to his own words, when the Year Yang converges, it forms a fragile balance." Faced with the visible decline, Weiba looked at Huohuo: "You know what to do, right? Huohuo?"

"But… but…"

Just as Huohuo hesitated, Floating Smoke suddenly burst forth with a strong light; the light seemed to condense into a solid form, and like a tsunami it instantly destroyed the device on Snow Clothes' ear, leaving her trembling as if severed from a thread.

"Give up resistance and serve me!"

The Year Yang immediately invaded Snow Clothes and Star's bodies, and faint blue flames began to rise from them, their bodies involuntarily flying toward Floating Smoke. Seeing the situation turn bad, Snow Clothes hastily threw out a chain to grab Star, while she planted the other end into the ground, straining to keep from being sucked away by Floating Smoke.

Huohuo knelt on the ground, hands over head in fright, while Weiba beside him burned with anxiety: "Useless thing, you… you get up for me!"

"... But that guy just won't die."

"But you still have… me, right?" Weiba waved in front of Huohuo's eyes, then twisted and landed back on her.

Looking at the seal within reach on the tail, then raising her gaze to Snow Clothes and Star straining against Floating Smoke, Huohuo finally made up her mind, gritted her teeth, and tore the seal off.

The tail behind her instantly turned into a wisp of ghostly fire and shot off like an arrow from a bow; Huohuo tried to hold onto it, but the agile tail swirled around a few times and slipped away.

"Goodbye, Huohuo!"

After spinning a few times in the air, the tail plunged straight into Floating Smoke without hesitation.

With a deafening boom, the previously controlled Star and Snow Clothes immediately regained movement. Floating Smoke could no longer spare any energy to manipulate them, only a hysterical howl echoing through the air above the Tranquil Garden: "You… bastard! What mischief have you come to make? Get… out of here!"

The tail laughed triumphantly from inside it: "Floating Smoke, why don't you try sucking me in too?"

"Are you crazy? Why would you help humans?!"

"Hahaha! Reason? Do I need a reason? If I must have one—then it's that I despise you, an idiot who only knows how to play tricks."