Chapter 1822: I am... Different From You All

I am... Different From You All

"Calamity of Taboo, huh..."

Clatter——clatter——clatter...

The steam whistle roared as the realm train sped across the pitch-black earth.

In the quiet train car, Chen Ling sat alone by the window. The flame of the Kerosene Lamp swayed silently. The fountain pen in his hand tapped on the page, blooming a stain of ink.

Chen Ling could sense that in the Gray World, a World-Ending Aura as massive as a sun had already disappeared.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Among the Six Great Extinctions in the Gray World, although the Calamity of Taboo was the most steady and conservative, hiding in the deep sea all day, its strength was absolutely not weak. In the previous generation's world, everyone in the Dusk Society had still relied on that giant sword of the Ancient Vault of the Military Path to obliterate it.

But in this lifetime, Ying Fu had actually single-handedly killed the Calamity of Taboo and destroyed the entire Forbidden Sea in such a short time...

At this rate, Ying Fu could slaughter all the World-Ending Calamities except for the Calamity of Mockery and Thought Calamity in a day at most... Moreover, with Ying Fu holding so many Divine Pathways, he definitely had abilities capable of harming the Thought Calamity, so obliterating the Thought Calamity was also a certainty. As for the Calamity of Mockery...

Chen Ling was very clear in his heart that even a Calamity of Mockery at its peak was no match for the current Ying Fu.

However...

Things might not develop so smoothly.

Just as Chen Ling thought of this, a cluster of thoughts surged in his mind... It wasn't triggered by Chen Ling.

"Actually wanting to drag me down with you?" Chen Ling snorted coldly.

At the same time,

The Thought Calamity's thoughts were transmitted through the air into his mind.

Outside the window of the realm train, several phantoms faintly appeared. There was a skeletal dragon flapping its wings, a corrupted Buddha strange tree squirming and crawling, a thousand-eyed beast skin dancing in the wind, and a scarlet shadow sitting on the front of the train grinning ferociously...

And on the seat opposite Chen Ling, a humanoid storm was gradually drawn out.

Chen Ling didn't even look up at them, quietly writing and drawing something on the paper with his fountain pen.

These guys weren't their main bodies truly existing here; they were just the Thought Calamity using thought invasion to attempt to occupy Chen Ling's thoughts... And Chen Ling was similarly using thought invasion to resist the other party's ability.

This train surrounded by the World-Ending phantoms was the product of the thought struggle between the two of them.

"That human Emperor has already fought his way over." The storm phantom opposite Chen Ling spoke in a deep voice. "I know you don't belong to this world, but the Calamity of Mockery is the Calamity of Mockery. If we die, you will also be obliterated by him sooner or later... Why don't we join forces now and eradicate him together."

The tip of Chen Ling's pen suddenly paused.

The orange lamp fire flickered silently.

Chen Ling's face was illuminated brightly and dimly by the halo. He looked up at the humanoid storm opposite him:

"...You're wrong."

"Where am I wrong?"

"I am not the Calamity of Mockery." Chen Ling spoke faintly.

"I am Chen Ling... I am the Sixth-Generation Red King of the Dusk Society, Chen Ling."

Chen Ling slowly set down his fountain pen, his hands resting calmly on his knees. That red-bottomed, black-patterned Theatrical Robe looked intricate and ferocious in the swaying candlelight.

"I do indeed have a feud with him."

"I do indeed want to settle the score with him."

"But, even if I must ultimately die under his sword, I will not join forces with you World-Ending Calamities to scheme against humanity's most important pillar today."

"I am..."

"Different from you all."

As Chen Ling's words fell.

The entire train car fell into a dead silence.

A touch of scarlet bloomed from the hem of Chen Ling's Theatrical Robe, dyeing the entire train car bit by bit, seemingly having made up its mind to fight the Thought Calamity's thoughts to the death... Red and black divided the train car. Chen Ling and the Thought Calamity sat on opposite sides of the dividing line, gazing at each other silently.

"You can continue to stall for time with me here, or try to crush me with your thoughts." Chen Ling spoke again.

"It's just that for every extra second you waste on me here, that human Emperor will have one extra second to deal with the other World-Ending Calamities... Without you, this mastermind, holding the fort, how long can they last in the Emperor's hands?"

These words of Chen Ling's seemed to completely enrage the Thought Calamity. The empty eyes of the humanoid storm expanded violently, and the black covering the train car roared forward for an instant...

But in the next second, it calmly retreated backwards, disappearing bit by bit in the train car like an ebbing tide.

The humanoid storm stood up silently.

It looked at Chen Ling in front of the Kerosene Lamp and spoke coldly:

"The Calamity of Mockery is the Calamity of Mockery... Even if you can deceive yourself, you cannot change humanity's view of you."

"One day, you will be wounded black and blue by the humans you wish to protect."

"I hope when that time comes... you won't regret it."

"Then I won't trouble you to worry about it." Chen Ling responded faintly.

The Thought Calamity's figure gradually became transparent, and ultimately disappeared completely without a trace along with the other World-Ending phantoms surrounding the train.

Clatter——clatter——clatter...

The realm train continued to weave through the Gray World.

Chen Ling picked up his pen again and lightly drew on the paper. The locations of human bastions one after another were clearly marked on the paper by him... Next to each bastion, several unfamiliar names were written.

As he continued drawing, he glanced at the dim Gray World outside the window... His lips slightly parted, and he muttered in a voice only he could hear:

"They're setting a trap to deal with you..."

"Be careful."

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Gray World, on the other side.

Ying Fu, who had already crossed the void and arrived at the edge of the Bitter Flesh Forest, paused slightly.

He turned his head and glanced at a certain direction in the void, his eyes radiating golden imperial might narrowing silently... A moment later, he looked back at the exceptionally quiet Bitter Flesh Forest before him.

Then,

He took a firm step out.

The instant Ying Fu stepped into the Bitter Flesh Forest, his mighty imperial might once again swept across heaven and earth. He didn't have the slightest intention of hiding himself or retreating, but rather declared war on the entire Bitter Flesh Forest in the most magnanimous and open manner!

Today, he carried the hatred accumulated by humanity over more than three hundred years, representing the sharpest sword of humanity in this era.

How could he evade the sharpness of these beasts?

The instant Ying Fu's figure stepped into the Bitter Flesh Forest, giant tree trunks seemingly reaching into the clouds blasted open from the surrounding earth, connecting with each other above Ying Fu, like a massive and ferocious flesh-and-blood cage, directly trapping Ying Fu's figure within!

At the same time, a mighty World-Ending Aura erupted from the depths of the Bitter Flesh Forest!

Oom——!!

A Buddha seemingly surrounded by a holy halo slowly stood up from the filthy mud. That fleshy fruit that looked exactly like a Buddha Head abruptly opened a ferocious giant mouth, letting out an ear-piercing and shrill roar at Ying Fu!

Not only that, howling fierce winds pressed horizontally from the sky, and a skeletal giant shadow obscuring the sky and sun continuously magnified on the ground...

A thousand-eyed beast skin disguised as an ordinary tree trunk opened its eyes simultaneously beneath Ying Fu's feet;

A storm seemingly non-existent in the real world erupted in thoughts;

A faceless black shadow, carrying a jar of Five Poison Wine, stood in the distant void, laughing ferociously and madly at the insignificant imperial silhouette imprisoned in the Bitter Flesh Forest.

In an instant, five World-Ending Auras, like monstrous giant waves, rolled toward Ying Fu simultaneously!!

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