A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 245 "Please Be Patient"

A blade of light as bright as the silver moon flashed across the sky, causing Lan Na Niu to instinctively squint.

When he opened his eyes again, he finally understood what kind of knife it was.

The black-haired man gripped a long sword. The blade spun once through the crowd, like the moon parting the clouds to reveal a crescent of the Milky Way.

With a breath, the dragon-patterned hilt of the peach blossom-shaped sword pointed at the car, slicing through the crowd that rushed towards him, sending them flying along with the blooming blood. Lan Na Niu saw the figure loom larger and larger, charging straight at him. Instinctively, he stepped on the accelerator, the tires screeching against the ground as he accelerated, trying to escape the sword.

The next moment, he heard a tooth-grinding sound of steel tearing. It looked short from a distance, but when the sword cut through the steel like tofu and pierced into the car, he was horrified to realize that the katana was almost half the length of the car axle!

The Dark Evil Dragon Ichimonji Norimune, accompanied by sparks, slashed towards his neck.

"Triple Thrust," a signature technique of the Natural Rishin-ryu school of swordsmanship, is said to be the work of the legendary swordsmanship genius Okita Souji. He could only make a sound like footsteps once, yet in an instant, he could deliver three consecutive, unpredictable strikes with the skill of a mortal. Whether the legend of Souji's invincibility during the Edo period is true is unknown, but this sword certainly embodies the mystery of this technique, modified to its fullest extent.

Black Evil Dragon's Three-Stage Thrust!

Consuming a small amount of inspiration and a large amount of stamina, he instantly rushed forward to cover the distance of a triple slash, and tripled the speed of the thrust. To Lan Na Niu, all of this appeared as a flash of the longsword, and Quinn appeared like a ghost on the outside of the jeep that had just started moving.

There's no way they could react in time, and there's absolutely no chance of dodging.

The glass shattered, the car door was split in two, and the blade, sparking from friction, went straight for Lan Na Niu's neck. The physical abilities of the Abyss Transcendent were ultimately far inferior to those of the Combat Class. Once a Sequence 7 like Quinn got close, he could only watch helplessly as his prey was slaughtered.

The blade was inches away from the skin of the neck.

Lan Na Niu suddenly convulsed, his eyes rolling back as if under a spell. His blinding majesty repelled the blade's gleam, and an almost chaotic white light surged from his eyes. He seemed completely transformed; though sitting in the carriage with a knife to his neck, he felt as if he were standing on that very blade. Looking down at Quinn, he uttered a verdict as if in a dream:
"Go back."

Quinn felt an unreasonable force push him away, as if an invisible domain had instantly expanded and deflected the blade. Quinn, who had just used the Black Dragon Triple Strike, was already exhausted, but he still tried to fight back, wanting to press the blade down and cut off the guy's head.

The chaotic white light in Lana Niu's eyes flashed by in an instant, but the power that surged forth in that instant was something Quinn could not resist at all. Compared to it, he was as insignificant as an ant. This was definitely not the power of a Sequence Six. In an instant, Quinn was sent flying. The blade of the Dark Evil Dragon Ichimonji Norimune trembled. This was the first time such a situation had occurred. It seemed that it had taken most of the force for Quinn. The blade did not leave his hand and fell back into the police's encirclement with him.

The jeep was nearly sliced ​​in half by the driver's seat. Although Lan Na Niu didn't die, the missing section of the steering wheel made it impossible to control. A few seconds later, it wobbled and crashed into the road roller parked in front of the bridge. With a loud bang, the front of the jeep was crushed into metal by the ten-ton road roller.

Qin Wei screamed in agony. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt, and his hands were handcuffed. He rolled and scrambled around inside the car, his face covered in blood. He wanted to escape but couldn't.

Meanwhile, after the white light dissipated, Lan Na Niu no longer rolled his eyes. That immense and supreme power seemed to have never existed. He blocked the katana but failed to block the impact of the car accident. He was also hit hard and was in a daze for a while before he realized what had just happened.

Ignoring Qin Weizheng's screams, he devoutly closed his eyes and raised his hands above his head, as if it were some kind of silent prayer gesture to express his gratitude to the force that saved him.

Finally, he touched his neck, looked at the crimson blood in his palm, and realized that if the katana had been any faster, he would already be dead.

Crawling out of the completely twisted and deformed car door, his body covered in bloody cuts from shards of glass, Lan Na Niu glared viciously at Quinn, who was entangled with the crowd. This was no ordinary Grindelwald teacher; he had to deliver a heavy blow.

In the middle of the road, the bewitched police officers acted haphazardly, relying entirely on their enhanced, savage bodies and vitality to charge around like Homo sapiens hunting bison on the primeval plains. Their forehead veins bulged, their blood gushed, their faces flushed like demons, and their muscles and physiques had grown significantly larger as they pounced on Quinn from all directions.

Holding his katana in front of him, Quinn silently retreated. His speed was considerably slower than before; he was still recovering from the exhaustion of his three-stage thrust and couldn't yet rely on his blade and brute force to carve another bloody path. Even worse, the three-stage thrust had not only depleted his stamina but also his inspiration, undoubtedly exacerbating his already weakened spirit as he resisted the allure of the erotic illusion. At this moment, even the little parrots in the sky seemed more like a feast for the eyes.

Fortunately, the sudden burst of white light from Lan Na Niu was not without cost. The filthy illusion of spreading lustful light faded considerably afterward, as did the hazy pink light. Although the bewitched police officers were still in a state of mind controlled by desire, their physical injuries were recovering much slower than before.

Quinn fought them purely on instinct. His strange, inexplicable fighting instincts not only made him adept at one-on-one combat but also made him more than capable of taking on multiple opponents. Without much thought, Quinn used the jeeps that had collided on the road to circle around them, turning and turning again.
If any of the police officers rushes forward, the assassin hiding around the corner will suddenly strike, cutting straight at the ankle or knee.

Since fatal wounds are unlikely to be effective against the life force of lust, it would be better to destroy the opponent's mobility directly. Even if the broken leg can be restored, it will be difficult to catch up with Quinn in a short time.

After a series of counterattacks, several people were lying on the ground in no time. Driven by desire, they had lost all reason. Quinn's righteous underhanded tricks were always effective, and the strength that had been drained by the katana had been restored somewhat during the chase. However, Quinn did not rush to assassinate Lan Na Niu again, but instead methodically reduced the number of people who had been charmed one by one.

The power unleashed by that white light was too eerie; with a simple "step back," the world seemed to obey his command in that instant, forcing Quinn to retreat.

Sequence names often indicate the type of abilities a superhuman can use. Although Quinn didn't know why the sixth sequence name for [Lust] was, the power that Lan Na Niu had just used seemed to have nothing to do with lust, so he obviously had other trump cards.

"Did you see that just now?" Quinn asked in a low voice.

Amamiya Nene had already returned to her hood. As a genuine Grindelwald mage, she possessed the strongest mental power present, with far greater resistance to charm than Quinn, and was still able to maintain rational thought. Her tone was quite blank, carrying a confusion even more complex than Quinn's: "...I saw it."

"Containment items? Relics of the Abyss?"

"Maybe so." Amamiya Nene regained her composure. "He probably won't be able to use it a second time. Keep an eye on that thing in the sky."

Quinn looked up, his gaze sharpening.

"It's lost its flavor."

Loud applause once again echoed across the chaotic street.

Lan Na Niu used both his hands and feet to climb to the top of the road roller's engine cover, raising his hands high. This time, instead of chanting those prayer-like words, he clapped his hands continuously.

Snap, snap, snap, snap—

The applause grew faster and faster, like the beat of a drum. Quinn keenly noticed that with each clap, the policemen's bulging veins throbbed faster and faster, reminding him of the Brazilian war dance.

Quinn no longer hesitated. Although he could not bear the consumption of the Black Evil Dragon's Triple Strike for a while, he still turned around and went to Lan Na Niu with his knife.

The burly, dark-skinned man raised his chin. The instant Quinn charged, he unleashed the full force of his lungs, shouting hoarsely, "Give me your passion and desire!"

At this moment, he was no longer just a dancer, but someone who conveyed his thoughts and feelings to all the audience.
Idol. At that moment, all the officers looked at him, chanting the name "Belmont Hansen" in unison, like fervent fans cheering for their idol in the audience. The alluring realm of lust expanded several times over, then suddenly contracted.

Quinn's heart tightened as he sensed the illusory light retracting with an indescribable, eerie vitality. Being hit by it would likely be disastrous. He rolled away repeatedly, dodging it with Shadowfall Twice. When he stood up again, the officers' cheers and applause had completely disappeared.

Their swollen bodies returned to normal, even becoming somewhat shriveled. The group that had been chasing Quinn like hounds just seconds before fell one after another, the lustful lines on their foreheads disappearing, replaced by a figure standing atop the steamroller. His body was surrounded by illusory light, and when the pink mist dissipated, a demonic man, seemingly unimaginable even by the most perverted mad artist, appeared before Quinn.

Lan Na Niu looked down at everything, feeling the muscles writhing and the blood rushing wildly in his veins. An intoxicating power spread throughout his body, and his will was constantly in a state of climax. His body grew and transformed with each breath, and he felt like he was in heaven.

He "BOKI" (a vulgar expression).

Lan Na Niu's height increased by nearly 100 centimeters, his clothes burst open and tore into strips, his muscles swelled and hardened indescribably, the phantom behind him had been completely withdrawn into his body, and dragged a filthy, twisted thing like the tentacles of a giant squid under his abdomen, on which appeared connected patches of lustful lines, densely packed like tattoos on his arms, making people shudder.

No more, no less—eighteen glowing lines, exactly the number of those who were bewitched present.

The little parrot tried to peek out, but Quinn slapped it back. He struggled to support himself with his sword and asked, word by word:
"You absorbed them?"

Lan Na Niu calmly, even patiently, explained: "The lower sequences of the path of lust are all about 'giving' desires. But in sequence six, it naturally involves 'taking.' Only through give and take can something be born."

He spread his arms wide and laughed joyfully, "Idol of desire!"

Quinn swore he had never heard such a disgusting sound in his life. It sounded like a man trying to sound effeminate, or a woman screaming in a broken voice. His vision blurred, and he had to plunge the tip of his knife into the ground to steady himself. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he was panting heavily.

"how?"

The filthy giant jumped off the road roller, and the world seemed to tremble.

"Why not relax, follow your desires, and stop making pointless insistence and struggles?"

With just one glance, Quinn's mental pollution was multiplied, and all sorts of absurd thoughts surged uncontrollably from his mind. If before it was just a sexual impulse deep in his memory, now everything he had experienced and hadn't experienced came rushing up all at once, making Quinn so shaken that he could barely hold his knife.

Images flashed before his eyes: Mi Yutong blushing, Xia Dai'er's skin glistening with sweat, Lin's adorable profile, Amamiya Ningning's smooth arches, and the faint outline of her bra strap visible behind her during class.
Humans are the embodiment of desires and needs, the crystallization of countless wants.

What conceals the ugly truth is the rationality and refinement called civilization. But when all of this is brutally stripped away, the original sin of endless indulgence is precisely the root of the destiny of lust.

“Very good, very good.” Lana Niu approached step by step, looking down at the struggling Quinn.

"Be proud. An ordinary Sequence Seven would not be able to remain rational after seeing someone like me. Your willpower is stronger than many people's. But that's all."

The giant reached out and grabbed Quinn's head, lifting him up.

"Although I'm very curious about how you learned the language of the abyss and how you became so familiar with its rules, farewell."

The giant began to tighten his grip, trying to crush his head.

A faint creaking sound came from the air, so pleasant to the ear.

"The bones were crushed so easily? How utterly pathetic!"

The words paused.

The giant was stunned and momentarily speechless, then burst into laughter.

"Ha, ha ha ha ha!!! Does this work? Does this work?! You Grindelwald guys are all freaks, ha ha ha ha!"

Let's rewind to one day earlier.

It was a conversation that took place in a hotel between a person and a parrot after an awkward experience.

"If I get charmed again, just say to me what I just taught you."

"Will it even work? By the way, didn't you mutter something similar the day you came for the interview? What kind of spell is this?"

"There should be."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"If that doesn't work, there's another spell you can try. It's more powerful, but you'll need to change your voice. Make it sarcastic, use that voice your animal friends have kissed, and see if you can make me see Fu Shou'er the moment you open your mouth."

What is Fu Shou'er?

"Don't ask."

The giant looked with pity at the little parrot that had flown to Quinn's ear and was trying its best to shout something, and a feeling of regret rose in his heart again.

With such powerful spiritual energy, a dragon-speaking parrot would likely cause a bloodbath among the ancient arcane sects at the Clock Tower auction house. This might actually fulfill that fantastical idea of ​​the arcane world—to use an incredibly powerful dragon-speaking parrot to recreate the dragon magic from mythology that was powerful enough to threaten the gods.

"What a pity."

(End of this chapter)