Chapter 407: Run! Run Fast! Mythical Beings

Under the influence of the despairing atmosphere, even the Empire's eldest princess, Rang Na, could not help but be slightly affected, her expression turning hesitant.

Although she had once witnessed that terrifying yet beautiful scene in the starry sky, she was unsure whether the Lord Bai she served and relied on could withstand this strike from a super weapon that could nearly be called world-destroying.

After all, destruction is always harder than protection; there are always some beings in the world who, though relatively fragile themselves, can cause astonishingly tremendous damage.

And for her, a Banzhu was already the most invincible existence; after all, her grandfather, the old sovereign, was merely a Banzhu. What powerful beings existed above a Banzhu, and what kind of power they wielded, was something she could never know.

However, this hesitation vanished in an instant. Perhaps she had no other merits, but she did have this one thing: she would not doubt a target she had chosen to trust.

"Die!"

"Embrace the most glorious death!"

Unaware of what those below were thinking, and not caring to know, the Mo Family head, at this moment brimming with wild elation, madly curled his lips, revealing his crimson gums as he roared, his eyes filled with exhilaration, and then his large hand fiercely pressed the activation button.

In an instant, the sky lit up!

A blinding, scorching light suddenly appeared above this administrative star of the Daxuan Empire, wantonly radiating that terrifying light, heat, and power.

It was a colossal, fireball-shaped object!

The air warped, the surrounding temperature rose sharply, as if one had been transported from the freshly vibrant spring to the hottest summer, the sweltering heat!

The earth began to crack inch by inch as it lost moisture; even city floors built from special materials could not withstand this heat and crumbled apart.

This was a lethal force capable of melting an entire region into glass!

True to its name—the Corona Storm from a star that scorches everything!

The storm spewed forth by the star had fallen!

It poured down at a speed no one could react to!

This terrifying sight caused countless people below to cry out in fear and involuntarily close their eyes. This was not merely the instinct to shut one's eyes and flee from danger, but also the body's spontaneous self-protection.

If one did not close their eyes, the fragile visual organs of a living body would, before perhaps being burned to ash by the searing heat, suffer another torment far worse than blindness—having their eyes burned through!

"BOOM!!!"

"BOOM!!!"

A few breaths later, a terrifying explosion occurred, and as if something had been triggered, the booming of explosions continued without end, turning this place completely into a dead zone; the entire city was directly transformed into a deep crater beneath this force!

The Di Du, once the most prosperous city on this entire administrative star, along with countless Empire citizens who never even knew how they died, now existed no more.

"What a beautiful firework!"

This fascinating power—I will soon be able to touch it too.

Not far from this prosperous Empire, inside a building several thousand meters tall at the center of a city, gazing at that awe-inspiring scene in the distance, a man leaning on a sofa revealed a faint smile, murmuring to himself.

This was precisely the Mo Family head who had deceived everyone and orchestrated everything that had happened before.

"Go check it out, and receive the Banzhu's remains~"

At that moment, a voice carrying a seductive, commanding tone sounded from behind, and then a tall, graceful figure stepped out with elegant footsteps.

That was Morgana, the ancestor of the Mo Family, a high-ranking member of the Blasphemer Cult from another Empire, who had provided all the tools for this.

"Yes."

The man收起 his smile and respectfully lowered his head before that terrifying power.

……

An unknown amount of time passed—perhaps only a few breaths, perhaps several hours.

After the violent shockwaves and dust had dissipated, a projection descended once more from a satellite in the planet's orbit.

"Are they dead yet? Time to go receive the Banzhu's remaining remains…"

"Transcendent! Banzhu! I've come to… wha—"

Beneath a dark crimson sky like the end of days, the projected man, nearly solid, lightly stepped on the shattered fragments that had nearly turned to glass, a joy he could hardly conceal on his lips.

Such a terrifying attack, for other beings, might not even leave a complete corpse, but a Banzhu was different. Even if a Banzhu could not survive that terrifying attack, its remains could still be preserved to some extent—and that was enough!

Yet he, with a smile on his lips, had only just approached the edge of the sunken earth when he abruptly froze.

His upturned lips froze, his pupils rapidly dilated, and an emotion of disbelief, like a tide, spread from the depths of his eyes. What appeared before him was a scene beyond his imagination.

At the center of the deep crater, the ground where the Cage had been was completely intact!

An astonishing scene struck his heart with震撼. On that nearly desolate, lifeless earth, a perfectly intact, cage-shaped structure with a wildly mismatched style had appeared at its very center!

And more importantly, inside that Cage, identical to the one he had originally activated, were people completely unharmed, as well as the alien Banzhu who, alerted by his arrival, had already cast that gaze he found so repulsive upon him!

"Ho-how is this possible?!!"

His crimson-tinged eyes were shaken to the extreme. An ominous premonition surged over him like a tide, and a hoarse voice—he doubted it was even his own—spilled out word by word from the depths of his throat.

Even though he was only here through the satellite's projection function, he still felt a fear he dared not acknowledge quietly rising within him.

It was a fear he dared not think about, did not wish to think about, and was even more unwilling to face.

As if the moment he admitted it, he would have lost.

Yet some things do not cease to exist simply because he does not wish them to.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of shattering rang out. The light barrier he had once taken pride in, confident it could trap a Banzhu, shattered like glass, breaking into pieces that scattered across the ground.

Footsteps with a strange rhythm sounded, and the alien being he had assumed was a Banzhu walked over step by step.

He walked very slowly, but each step seemed to land on his heart.

The straight-line distance between the Cage in the deep crater and where he stood now was actually not far; what was greater was the depth.

Therefore, in just a dozen or so breaths, a tall shadow blocked the faint light above his head.

"Smack."

The owner of that shadow did nothing—merely approached—and he felt all his strength leave him, slowly sinking to his knees.

This bodily reaction left him, once he came back to himself, both shocked and furious.

The nameless fire of wounded pride in his heart forced him to raise his head, and what came into view was a pair of ancient golden eyes, still as a well, indifferent and emotionless, like a pool of dead water, so deep they could swallow all life in the world.

In an instant, his courage vanished.

The meticulously combed slick-back hair loosened without his noticing, clumps of tangled strands stuck haphazardly to his face, and cold sweat had long since soaked through his entire back.

The other party had not said a single word from start to finish, merely watching him perform.

At this moment, he felt a wave of sacrilegious guilt well up in his heart. His lips trembled, and in a dry, faint voice as if about to faint, he uttered an incomplete sentence:

"S-spare…"

At that moment, the projection vanished.

It turned out that when the projection had been sent to the other side, the ancestor sitting beside him had noticed something was wrong.

She, sitting beside him with her legs crossed out of boredom, had been waiting for her descendant—separated by who knows how many generations and harboring his own little schemes—to complete what should have been a sure thing. But just then, she suddenly noticed something was wrong.

That descendant had inexplicably gone limp, as if he had seen something unbearable, then his body convulsed abnormally and broke out in a疯狂的 sweat, and even more inexplicably began begging for mercy.

With her sharp insight, she reacted instantly—something had gone wrong!

Something had interfered with that boy through the projection.

At this, she sprang up instantly and cut off the real-time projection.

"Speak! What did you see?!"

The Mo Family's head slowly opened his eyes, and at once saw the ancestor staring fixedly at him. That incomparably beautiful face was right before him, yet his eyes were filled with terror as he clutched the ancestor's hand tightly, not daring to let go, and said in fear: "Run! Quick! Run!"

"What?"

The incomprehensible words, along with the disgusting sight before her of the man's tears, snot, and saliva all flowing wildly at once, left her baffled, her beautiful eyes wide. What on earth did this headless and tailless remark mean?

After disgustedly pushing away the man's hand, Morgana stood up.

She curled her lip disdainfully in her heart. Was it just some Banzhu?

With so many tools at her disposal, she hadn't dealt with it?

And now she was supposed to run?

Did he really think the power that earned her the title of 【Succubus】 among the twelve high-ranking members of the Blasphemer Sect was fake?

It seemed she would have to take action personally.

Thinking this, just at that moment, an intense spatial fluctuation came from behind her.

In an instant, the vigilant her spun around, and in her hand instantly formed a Changqiang of dark-black energy, powerful enough to pierce through a Banzhu, and thrust it forward.

At the same time, a red-and-black two-colored magic array appeared in the palm of her other hand, as if an endless stream of blood-colored bats flapped their wings and poured forth from within it—a killing move where even a single bat could instantly drain the blood of any living being below a Banzhu.

And now, these blood-colored energy bats were endless! Combined with the wounds pierced by the former, it was enough to instantly drain a Banzhu into a half-crippled state, and weaker ones could be taken out in one go.

This was the true strength of her, one of the twelve high-ranking members of the Blasphemer Sect, bearing the legendary title of 【Succubus】!

Even though she was only Mo Xi, the two casual displays of power were enough to easily make a Banzhu of the same realm狼狈不堪, even to the point of death.

"Clang clang clang…"

A series of metallic clashing sounds rang out.

Yet Morgana did not dare to be startled, stepping back and crying out in alarm.

"A dragon?!!!"

Because the scene before her exceeded her expectations—a creature vaguely related to the mythological beings she had heard of had actually appeared before her eyes.

Yet the Changqiang she had just turned and thrust at the other party had not even gotten close to them before shattering as if it had struck something indestructible. The energy bats that had poured forth had barely taken flight before inexplicably colliding with ripples in the air and perishing.

Between them, there seemed to be a barrier as close as a hand's breadth yet as distant as the ends of the earth.

Startled, she could not help but retreat, and only now truly saw the extremely bizarre scene before her.

Clearly, their current location was at an altitude of several thousand meters, and moreover inside a building. Yet the interior space before her had split open in an extremely bizarre way, revealing a scene from somewhere else.

It was as if two spaces that should never have come into contact had connected, allowing her, in a different location, and this dragon-related mythological creature before her to gaze at each other with extreme intimacy.

She recognized this creature before her; after all, no matter what, she had regarded it as her target. But what shocked her was—wasn't it far away over in Di Du?

As far as she knew, this kind of mastery over space, flowing as smoothly as one's own arm, should not be something a mythological being like a dragon would be skilled at. And for a Banzhu-realm being to grasp such…

Lost in thought, she suddenly froze in shock, and stiffly slowly raised her head.

She seemed to understand something…

Fear swept over her heart, and a thick sense of regret seemed about to drown her.

At this moment, she wished she could kill that unfilial descendant who had tricked her into coming here. But the prerequisite for all of this was—run!

Escape first, then talk!

"Hi~~"

Her mind racing with a hundred thoughts, yet her face betrayed nothing. She forced a charming smile, waved her hand, and began trying to stall for Time, while secretly channeling her magic power, attempting to activate the array to escape from here.

"M-Morgana Ancestor… take… take me with you…"

Yet just as the array was about to complete, a strange sensation suddenly came from beneath her feet, and at the same time, a man's voice rang out.

In an instant, her intentions were exposed by this fool. Morgana dropped all pretense. Driven by the resentment of being plotted against, she instantly kicked out, sending her target flying forward as a distraction. Amidst dazzling magical brilliance, her figure vanished from the spot.

Left behind was the Mo Family's head, his face blank with bewilderment, who crashed into the junction of the two spaces and, with a "squelch," was bisected into two pieces.

The onslaught of agony, the daze of being abandoned, and the terrifying creature right before his eyes, along with the people not far behind it whom he had just wantonly mocked and sent to their deaths.

This extremely intense sense of dislocation, the reversal of status between the two, made him unable to bear it, and he began to howl in pain…

"His grandma's… no wait, his grandma going up further isn't that referring to me? That bastard kid actually, actually dared to use fake intel to trick grandma!"

On the other side, after teleporting away and feeling she had escaped death, Morgana, while trying to leave this planet at the fastest speed possible, kept cursing nonstop.

Anyone who was screwed over like this probably wouldn't feel good about it.

"That was a Banzhu related to the mythological being dragon… pfft! What Banzhu, that was clearly a True Immortal!"

"Holy crap, that idiot actually used 'Banzhu' to address a True Immortal invincible beneath the Xingkong. Was his brain really squashed by a door? Was that something I, this mere Banzhu, and the Blasphemer Sect could deal with?"

The Blasphemer Sect was strong, yes, but that strength lay in the executors of the top three seats, not in a Banzhu like her at the bottom seat. And even those top three seats, facing a mythological species (a being with the bloodline of a mythological creature) of the same realm, would not dare entertain thoughts of targeting it.

"Good thing I ran fast, otherwise grandma would have fallen here today."

Feeling the violent radiation energy of the starry sky after leaving the atmosphere, Morgana finally breathed a sigh of relief inside — once in the starry sky, she could summon her warship capable of spatial jumps and make a run for it.

"Where are you going?"

But just then, an indifferent, emotionless voice, as resonant as a great bell, rang out from above her head, echoing throughout the entire Star System, causing her whole body to suddenly stiffen and her face to turn extremely ugly.

She seemed to understand something, her whole body rigid as a machine as she slowly raised her head to look up into the sky…

(End of chapter)