Chapter 618: Baranka

In the depths of the spirit realm, massive, pure streams of information surged rapidly, bursting out from various directions, chasing and encircling an ugly cloth doll the size of a castle.

Its body was engraved with countless mysterious patterns; the huge cloth doll, entwined with twisted vines, bore many blackened scorch marks, and sticky black liquid continuously seeped from its body, carrying a strong stench of filth and curse.

In a certain instant, a raging wind howl rose around, a sound that seemed to come from reality yet also from illusion.

The wind bore a strong will, like thick shackles, firmly locking the massive cloth doll, causing its body, mind and spirit to fall into an uncontrollable state.

Massive, pure information torrents quickly converged, reshaping the figure of Ge Lan.

She calmly gazed ahead at the Rose School angel temporarily out of control due to "mind deprivation", and lifted both hands upward.

Around, greenish‑blue gourd vines hung down, intertwining into a towering peak of seven colors, which pressed down from the doll's crown, pushing it out of the spirit realm onto a rocky mountain slope.

The seven‑colored mountain turned into layer upon layer of invisible barriers, trapping it in place, cutting off the link between the spirit realm and reality, preventing this "ancient evil thing" from leaving through the spirit realm.

Greenish‑blue vines draped around, revealing the previously hidden Rekton and the Blood Clan's "Round Moon" Duke Ormer.

Within the spirit realm, after driving back the Rose School's indulgent angel Baranka, Ge Lan's figure flickered again, dissolving into massive, pure information streams that expanded outward, eventually enveloping the surrounding spirit realm area completely.

She used the special nature of information beings to block the floating information in the spirit realm, preventing Baranka's information here from transmitting, making it hard for the Rose School's "Divine Scion" to sense and launch a rescue.

In the real world, Baranka, retaining a mythic creature form, faced the sky, pressed hard to the ground, unable to move.

Above the massive cloth doll, a red moon silently rose; surrounding spirituality and life erupted uncontrollably, sprouting patches of green leaves on the stone‑strewn ground that quickly grew, flowered and bore fruit. Even the twisted vines wrapped around the doll began to sprout new green leaves and roots, digging down, piercing the doll's skin, and taking root inside its body.

The huge cloth doll continuously exuded sticky, aberrant black liquid, and its body began to wither abnormally.

A strong sense of panic made the "ancient evil thing's" bright red eyes flicker; it opened its mouth, inhaling repeatedly, trying to summon a dark green wind that could extinguish all life.

Before the chilling wind could form, an invisible, transparent breath fell from mid‑air, striking its mind‑body and spirit‑body directly.

It felt as if struck by lightning, its spirit torn, its ethereal body pierced, and the newly gathered chilling wind dissipated on its own.

In mid‑air, Rekton's eyes shifted from pale gold slits back to normal human eyes, while dark red light flowed from them.

He lowered his right hand, gloved with a mechanical gauntlet, to grasp; the plants that had been spreading over the "ancient evil thing's" massive cloth doll instantly grew denser, nearly burying the castle‑sized ugly puppet.

Green‑tinged ice crystals spread rapidly, freezing the rampant plants, which withered point by point under the influence of death aura.

Seizing a brief respite, Baranka opened its mouth full of blood‑red fangs and emitted an extremely aberrant, piercing shriek that stabbed at spirits.

Rekton and Ormer's actions both halted, their minds suddenly blank, briefly losing the ability to think.

Taking advantage of the gap, Baranka quickly recited a revered name: "The unborn divine son, the cage imprisoning curses, the blight that erodes history."

As the revered name of the "Divine Scion" Si E A was uttered, Baranka, still in mythic creature form, had deep‑red, blood‑like flow in its eyes; the intense curse within its body seemed to boil, materializing into a black, sticky aberrant liquid that surged from the massive cloth doll.

The countless mysterious patterns etched on the doll's surface began to writhe; the right hand, covered with withered vines, suddenly elongated, sprouting an extra segment of illusory nail bearing strange patterns, which plunged deep into the invisible, heavy barrier.

The barrier boiled, coating itself with sticky black liquid that spread outward, eroding; the layered invisible heavy barriers melted like ice cubes dropped into boiling water.

When a gap appeared in the barrier, Baranka's massive cloth doll body instantly became ethereal and transparent, vanishing from its spot in the blink of an eye.

The next second, Baranka, clad in a tattered robe scarred with black burns, features sharp, eyes aged, emerged reflected in Duke Ormer's eyes.

Baranka's hair, once tinged with bluish‑black, had turned completely pale, as if it had endured centuries within just two days.

In Ormer's bright red eyes, Baranka's figure sharpened quickly; its body stiffened, a sense of separation between body and spirit arose,

Before Rekton could aid, Ormer ripped out his own eyes; dense black fog surged, instantly enveloping his eyeballs, using a curse to erase all of Baranka's senses. The next instant, he too fell into deep darkness, losing sight, hearing, smell, touch, and even spiritual intuition.

The similarly curse‑skilled "ancient evil thing" Baranka leveraged the link they had built to transfer the curse onto Ormer.

A whimpering wind howled again, echoing in reality, threading through the sea of the collective unconscious.

Within the collective unconscious sea, a "storm" rose, violently striking Baranka's consciousness island and spiritual barrier.

On Baranka's consciousness island, Rekton's silhouette quietly surfaced, planting a seed of "contagious madness" before slipping away silently.

Beyond the spiritual island, a gray‑white giant dragon hovered, faintly visible at the storm's core.

In reality, golden stars blossomed around Ormer, shedding intense, pure light accompanied by a strong solar aura.

Ormer's body sizzled under the light, black smoke constantly billowed from his surface, his flesh melting at a visible speed.

Moments later, Baranka's semi‑transparent form rose from Ormer's body, solidifying quickly and soaring away.

Sizzle!

A thick silver‑white bolt of lightning struck instantly, turning into countless fine silver‑white electric serpents that coiled and surged over him; the intense numbing effect froze Baranka's body, which, under inertia, toppled forward onto the ground.

Shadows around surged rapidly, forming black shackles that snaked toward Baranka from all directions.

A deep‑red long arrow, forged from moonlight, sliced through the air and pierced Baranka's body.

Baranka's body blurred briefly, then turned into a palm‑sized rough doll, shackled, pierced by the long arrow, and shattered into pieces.

The massive cloth doll, covered in aberrant patterns and withered vines, floated back from not far away; it stared toward Rekton's direction, mouth open, as if emitting a silent shriek.

Silently, the curse infected Rekton's body; his eyes glazed, his form swelled then hunched, sprouting fine white fuzz, turning him into an ordinary goat.

The transformation curse lasted less than a second; the goat's body instantly became transparent and ethereal, and relying on its unique nature it directly altered its own information, causing streams to separate from the goat and rapidly reassemble Rekton's body.

Surprised that his transformation curse failed so quickly, Baranka's huge ugly doll face showed a flash of astonishment.

After a moment of silence, it inserted a hand into its own heart, pulling out a blood‑red orb of light; inside the orb swirled countless mysterious symbols like a miniature red moon, exceedingly beautiful and full of spirit.

The moonlit environment summoned by Duke Ormer of the "Round Moon" shifted uncontrollably, filled with darkness and eerie meaning, constantly invading the spirit realm, attempting to break the surrounding seal.

Ormer's eyes burned as he stared at the deep‑red light sphere Baranka held; his emotions surged, and his body quickly split into a swarm of vampiric bats hovering between reality and illusion, carrying corrosive black fog that surged like a tide, engulfing Baranka.

Within the black wave of vampiric bats, an extreme aberrant, insane aura spread rapidly; soon the bats became tainted with madness, some exploding, some mutating, some turning on their own, and the black wave collapsed instantly.

Baranka's silhouette reflected in a single vampiric bat's eye, darting its position so quickly that Rekton could not lock onto it.

A phantom shattering sound rang in his ears; Rekton lifted his gaze slightly, his eyes piercing the barrier toward the spirit realm.

The information torrent covering the surrounding spirit realm was torn by a massive, black‑liquid‑coated hand, releasing the aberrant, insane aura that instantly spread, causing the nearby area to boil.

This influence raced from the spirit realm to reality; the scarlet moonlight solidified, gradually exuding a layer of sticky black liquid that birthed all manner of bizarre forms.

Baranka swiftly broke free from the vampiric bats; a transparent, ethereal figure floated up in midair.

The surrounding curse and madness did not affect it at all; the transparent, ethereal doll slipped like a phantom into the spirit realm.

(End of Chapter)