Chapter 317: Physiological Torment

The entire block—no, as the clash and spread of two invisible forces continues, nearly half of Dongmu City, countless citizens who have either been infected or have Huan Long's "seed" planted inside them, all at this moment experience a physiological torment unlike any they've ever known!

Their stomach churns like a raging river, a certain area suffers an indescribable "head‑probing" intrusion, the sphincter endures repeated, subtle pressure challenges…

Many people's faces turn pallid, clutching stomachs and hips, unable to sit or stand, on streets, at home, in offices, they freeze in twisted postures, emitting incomprehensible painful whimpers.

Abstract—far too abstract.

In a corner of an abandoned warehouse, Yuanban Shichen lies prone on the cold cement, his expensive suit dust‑covered, his complexion flashing red and white, his body trembling slightly.

"Father, Lord Father? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell again?"

Lin kneels beside him, watching his father anxiously, wanting to help but too afraid to move.

Ying also grips her hem nervously, her violet‑dark eyes full of worry.

"Um... uh..."

Shi Chen forces a painful groan through his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead, "My... my butt... something... is... is moving inside..."

It's not pain, but a sensation mixing foreign‑body awareness, distension, and a strong physiological urge!

As if a living thing is in a narrow passage of his body that has just undergone "injury" and healing… repeatedly hopping sideways?

In and out? Scraping back and forth?

This experience far exceeds what he, as a Magus and Head of Family, can comprehend!

Beyond the prior fear of a worm about to burst through his chest, it adds an indescribable layer of shame!

"Moving?"

Lin and Ying exchange a glance, recalling the bizarre scene when a worm was "guided" out of their father's body, their faces instantly lighting up with excitement.

Could it be… residual? Or… new?

At that moment, Shi Chen's body suddenly stiffens, his face flushing red, a "ho" sound erupts from his throat, and he arches like a shrimp!

"Lord Father!"

"Can't... I can't hold back..."

Shi Chen's voice trembles with Despair; the repeated "probing" finally crosses a threshold, triggering an uncontrollable physiological reaction, "Lin... Ying... turn away... no, don't look...!"

His last Reason String forces him to shout the line with all his might, then he can no longer endure; the mixture of residual Healing Gem energy and his body's stress response, accompanied by a faint, embarrassed thud, finally breaks the shackles...

Lin and Ying instantly petrify, then their small faces turn bright red at a visible speed, almost steaming!

They flail wildly yet in perfect sync, snapping their heads away from their father, eyes tightly shut.

Lin's ears turn blood‑red, her mind blank, only a barrage of shouts like "Lord Father... actually... in front of Ying and me..." echoing.

Ying buries her whole face against her sister's back, shoulders trembling slightly, unsure whether from fear or embarrassment.

Shi Chen lies on the ground, feeling the mess behind him and a subtle scent in the air, his vision darkening; decades of dignity and poise shatter into fragments that drift away with the wind this night.

All the glory of the Yuanban Family, all the pride of a Magus, pale in comparison to the shame that makes him wish to vanish on the spot.

The source of all this—the abstract tug‑of‑war over a "Body‑Breaking Path" between two High‑level Existences a few blocks away—continues, dragging more innocent citizens into this "Silent War" over buttock dignity.

Unlike the abstractly awkward atmosphere in the city, the sky above the forest outside Winterwood erupts in a pure, violent feast!

"Caster—!!! How dare you—!!!"

Archer's roar blends with the Noble Phantasm's air‑ripping shriek, the golden ripples behind him nearly covering half the night sky!

Daggers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hammers...

Countless Noble Phantasm projections, shining with historic and legendary brilliance, swarm like enraged bees, turning into a destructive golden torrent that pours toward the Black Tower on the ground!

Each strike could easily pierce a tank, yet now they fall as densely as a downpour!

Facing this saturation attack that would drive any Servant to despair, Black Tower merely lifts her right hand, clad in sleek black gloves, slightly.

Her brown hair floats behind her without wind, the Witch Hat perched steadily on her head, unmoved.

Her brown eyes hold no fear, hardly any emotion, only a near‑cold focus and… a fury brewed from repeated offenses and harsh conditions.

"Annoying noise."

She says softly, as if critiquing a clumsy piece of code.

Meanwhile, her left hand, fingers splayed, reaches forward in a void grasp!

"Buzz—!"

Purple‑black light gathers in her palm!

In the blink of an eye, a staff slightly taller than she, its whole body flowing with deep purple‑black radiance, the shaft embedded with intricate geometric crystal, a multi‑faceted purple core slowly rotating at the tip, is firmly grasped by her!

The moment the staff appears, the surrounding air seems to thicken, heavy with magical pressure.

Facing the roaring Noble Phantasm torrent, Black Tower doesn't even shift her feet.

She simply grips the massive staff with one hand, swinging it like a light riding crop, sweeping horizontally across the space before her as if casually.

Where the staff sweeps, it leaves a solid, non‑dissipating purple‑black light trail.

The trail expands rapidly, forming a purple‑black rhombus Barrier covered with ever‑shifting mysterious runes!

Boom—boom—boom—boom—!!!

The golden Noble Phantasm torrent slams hard against the Barrier!

Deafening explosions continue unabated, dazzling flames and magical turbulence engulf the Barrier!

Yet, when the light fades slightly, the purple‑black Barrier still stands firm, its surface runes flowing, absorbing and converting all impact and destructive force into harmless basic magical particles, leaving not a single crack!

"What?!"

A flash of astonishment flickers in Archer's crimson eyes.

His Noble Phantasm barrage was brushed aside so nonchalantly?

"Heh."

A rare cold curve lifts Black Tower's mouth corner, full of contempt for "brutal firepower," "It seems the so‑called 'Oldest King' is just a pitiful creature bolstering its courage by piling up scrap metal."

"Miscellaneous Cultivation—!! You're courting death!!!"

Archer's fury was fully ignited; he no longer held back, and stronger Noble Phantasms behind him began to project, even vague outlines of A‑rank or higher Noble Phantasms appeared!

He's about to get serious!

However, Black Tower's move was faster than his.