My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 224 A Sweep Away the Clouds, a Bloodbath (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
A strong wind swept in, blowing Xia Pingzhou's long hair. He bent down, pressed himself against the spine of the paper dragon, and looked down at the situation on the island.

The girl in the kimono silently raised her hand and gripped his sleeve tightly, as if afraid he would fall off the dragon's back and die.

Looking down from 200 meters above, you can see the entire island in its entirety.

When Xia Pingzhou saw the situation on the island, his expression showed a slight surprise. He had thought the battle would end quickly, but he hadn't expected it to end like this.

At this moment, on the vast ocean, the magnificent shadow of the Loch Ness Monster emerges in the twilight, its body covered in endless streams of black mud, obscuring its true form.

The phoenix, screeching, descended from the sky and clashed with the Loch Ness Monster. The white-haired boy, riding a Christmas sleigh, transformed into a giant, snow-white serpent and thundered towards the side of the Loch Ness Monster;

On the other side, a colossal shark, hundreds of meters long, was confronting a massive cruise ship head-on, while Ruth stood on the deck with her arms crossed.

Despite the raging wind, she remained unfazed, her sea-blue hair swaying along with the pendant.

At some point, Ji Minghuan had become accustomed to multitasking. Even though Yagubalu was still fiercely fighting Ruth, he was still able to think calmly using Xia Pingzhou's "thinking habits" and then make actions that conformed to the body's logic.

"Where's Bernardo?" Xia Pingzhou asked.

He suddenly realized that one member of the guild was missing from the island: Bernardo Edward, the former leader of the Black Death Cult and the holder of the Black Death fragment.

“They just left…” Ayase Origami said, “They went in a carriage towards the Imperial Palace.”

Xia Pingzhou was taken aback, then frowned slightly: "Bernardo left by himself?"

He thought that the highest rule of the White Raven Brigade was that the leader's orders must never be disobeyed. Bernardo Edward had left the island without permission and handed over the enemy he should have been dealing with to the Ripper. There must be some reason behind this.

And it is probably for this reason that Bernardo went to great lengths to remain hidden within the troupe.

Two minutes ago, on a barren wasteland atop Whale Mouth Island.

Bernardo Edward, the fifth member of the White Raven Brigade, is approaching step by step.

This was a white-haired man wearing white gloves and a long white overcoat. From his attire to his skin color to his hair color, every part of his body was uniformly pale.

On his opposite side stood a man with long black hair and a thick beard. In his hand he held a dark gold longsword, the blade rippling with golden light.

This person is "Ryan" from the Royal Court team, the holder of the generational wonder "Sword in the Stone".

He was also the man who personally beheaded the red dragon.

The two stared at each other in the wilderness, and it was the former who finally broke the silence.

"Long time no see... Ryan."

"You've fallen so low, Bernardo."

Ryan lowered the sword in the stone, took a deep breath, and then slowly raised his head to look directly into his eyes:
"To collude with a bunch of robbers... to plunder the country of one's birth, is worse than a beast."

Bernardo took off his one-way mirror, put it in his trench coat pocket, and then pulled his white gloves up.

He looked up and met Ryan's gaze:

“You’re right… The White Raven Brigade may be a heinous bandit group, but it has one advantage: it can provide a home for those who are not accepted by the world. No matter who you are, it will accept you, which is why it attracts so many rebellious and desperate individuals.”

Ryan said, enunciating each word clearly: "Don't portray yourself as a victim. You were the one who violated the rules of the sandbox in the first place."

“Of course, so for that trivial rule, my former best brother led the way in expelling me.” Bernardo laughed. “I’m so glad you drove me away back then. Do you know what I’ve been doing all these years?”

“I don’t care. All I know is that you deserve to die now,” Ryan said in a deep voice. “Wrongdoing has to come at a price. That’s the rule of this world. The Red Dragon was wrong, so he couldn’t escape judgment. And you… do you think you’re better than the Red Dragon and can escape from us?”

“Just because you killed the Red Dragon doesn’t mean you’re as good as it.” Bernardo shrugged. “You’re still the same as before… insecure, gloomy, cowardly, only able to watch from afar that boy who’s been crowned with the title of genius.”

He lowered his voice and spoke with a cold, sarcastic tone:

"And you can no longer compare to him... because you used the most despicable means to surround and kill him. Of course, you would lose even in a one-on-one fight, just like a few years ago when you challenged him to a duel in the arena, only to end up kneeling at his feet."

“I don’t need to be as good as him, and he doesn’t deserve it,” Ryan said. “From the moment he colluded with you to rebel against the country, he has been an outright sinner.”

“Yes… sinners. In such a narrow country, once we are labeled as ‘sinners’ by you, we have nowhere to retreat. Where can we escape to?” Bernardo smiled coldly.

He took a completely dark card from his trench coat pocket and crushed it.

A dark orange light flashed by, and a thick fog instantly billowed out, from which someone wailed.

“The Black Death…” Ryan was taken aback. “The rumors are true. You are the leader of the Black Death cult?”

“Yes,” Bernardo said, “it has always been me.”

Suddenly, a huge pile of skulls rose up from behind him, like pythons crawling into the sky, piling up into a black tide, and a deathly resentment poured out, sweeping over like a storm.

Each skull has a pair of bloodshot eyeballs embedded in its eye sockets, and each pair of eyeballs is constantly moving. The skull's mouth opens and closes, making a crisp "click-clack" sound when it hits its jaw.

“These are the heads of those who died from the Black Death. The Black Death may not be the strongest generation, but it is definitely the most influential generation… The more people who die from the plague, the more power they will have to do with me. And now… savor their resentment, Ryan.”

Ryan stared blankly up at the tide of skulls, utterly shocked, and said in a hoarse voice:

"What exactly have you been doing all these years?"

"I don't have time to waste with you. My goal is the Royal Court."

Bernardo knew that the Royal Court Palace preserved generational fragments of wonders used by members of the Royal Court team throughout the ages.

If he can seize all these fragments during the chaos of war, he will become the most powerful astrologer in the world.

Even if the fragments are unwilling to acknowledge him, he can still use the "Black Death" to corrode them one by one.

By then, even if Jack the Ripper crushed the heart he had kept with her, he would surely find a way to survive.

The royal palace stores so many fragments of legendary tales from different eras; surely one of them could regenerate his heart.

In this way, he would not need to fear the White Raven Brigade's retaliation and could simply reap the benefits.

Thinking of this, Bernardo crushed a fragment of a common-level oddity—"The Necromancer's Carriage".

White streaks of light flashed across the sky, followed by a fiery steed riding on will-o'-the-wisps, dragging a carriage along the horizon.

"Goodbye, Ryan... You catch your breath here for a bit, I'll come back and take all your lives in a minute."

After saying this, Bernardo put one hand behind his back, pulled back the curtain, got into the carriage, and headed towards the palace.

As Ryan brandished the Sword in the Stone, unleashing a ripple of golden light that parted the wave of skulls, he raised his head and roared, "Don't run, Bernardo! Come back here—!"

“It’s too late…” Bernardo said quietly. “If you had said that to me a few years ago, I might have turned back.”

He drew the curtains, no longer glancing at the island's scenery out of the corner of his eye, and the undead carriage sped away.

At the same time, on the other side of the island.

Anron, member number 11 of the White Raven Brigade, approached Louis, a member of the Royal Court team, step by step, at the edge of the island.

The two stood on the grassland, and light green grass clippings fluttered around them, like a unique snowfall.

Louis suddenly took off his round-framed glasses, scratched his brown curly hair, and couldn't help but sigh.

As he wiped his glasses, he said, "You're challenging me all by yourself? Do you think we've just fought the Red Dragon and are almost out of fighting strength, so you're here to pick up the scraps? You're underestimating the Royal Court team."

"Well... it depends on luck. If Lady Luck smiles on me, then I won't be challenging you alone."

Anlens spoke calmly, a strange light flashing in his pupils, as he summoned the huge slot machine, leaned against its side, and patted the metal plate on top of it.

"Am I right?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at the slot machine's lottery interface.

"Your superpower is a slot machine? No wonder it's your Phantom Troupe, your abilities are truly despicable."

Louis chuckled dryly and casually tossed away his round-framed glasses.

Then, he crushed the generational wonder in his hand—the Tower of Babylon.

Louis chose another way to use the generational oddities: to become one with them.

Generation-level and above rare events allow the user to become one with the rare event itself, rather than simply releasing the rare event to fight.

There are many benefits to doing this.

One of these reasons is to protect the Strange Envoy, which is why Li Qingping chooses to merge with the Red Dragon Welsh in every battle.

Louis lowered his face, and with his body as the center, the magnificent and massive tower rose layer by layer, causing the sea and sky to tremble violently amidst the thunderous roar.

After a while, Louis's body was enveloped by the colossal tower that reached to the heavens. The spire stretched straight into the sky, and when you looked up, you couldn't see the end; you could only see the clouds dyed red by the setting sun.

"Come on, let me see what use your broken slot machine is?"

Louis smiled slightly, and a provocative voice rose from within the giant tower. Anence, with his hands in his suit jacket pockets, looked up and examined the tower with great interest.

In his mind, he slowly recalled the information provided by the guild leader: if the tower had not been destroyed within twenty seconds of the construction of the strange fragment "Tower of Babylon", it would attract a "divine punishment".

The lightning bolts falling from the sky will indiscriminately strike enemies near the Tower of Babel. Only Louis himself, hidden inside the tower, will be spared.

The downside is that during this time, Louis cannot detach himself from the tower, because he has become one with the legend.

At this moment, Louis stood in the shadows inside the giant tower.

Through the gaps in the tower, I gazed motionlessly at Anron, who was leaning against the slot machine.

In the biblical mythology, the Tower of Babel was a product that angered the gods. Humanity's attempt to reach heaven by building a tower resulted in divine punishment.

"Divine punishment is coming..."

Louis looked up at the sky and saw a dark rain cloud sweeping in, with lightning flashing among it.

He couldn't imagine that this member of the White Raven Brigade could break through the defenses of the Tower of Babel in any way, so this victory was already a sure thing for him.

Anlens stared at the towering structure, hundreds of meters high, a slight smile playing on his lips. "We need to collapse this dilapidated tower within twenty seconds. We can only hope the slot machine rolls a good result."

As he spoke, he pulled the railing down.

Amidst the "ding-dong" sound effects, the cute cartoon images on the slot machine interface's lottery box begin to change rapidly—"bomb," "pool cue," "money," and "boxing gloves."

The reward patterns, barely visible at a glance, changed in rapid succession, leaving only afterimages.

Finally, the first pattern slowly froze; it was a "bomb".
Immediately afterwards, the second pattern also slowly froze, and it was still a "bomb";
Slowly, the third pattern also settled, still a "bomb".

Anlens paused for a couple of seconds, then let out a long sigh.

As he gently patted the hot slot machine, he said to Louis inside the tower:
"Do you know how that so-called 'strongest in France,' Catastrophe-level superhuman—'Ember'—died? If you don't, I'll let you experience his death."

He curled the corners of his mouth in a mocking smile, then suddenly raised his voice: "Sometimes... people just need a little luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, Anron put one hand in his pocket and used the other to lift the huge slot machine high into the air.

Then, it was suddenly thrown towards the towering tower directly in front of it. The slot machine spun around in the sky a few times and flew straight towards the towering tower, which was hundreds of times larger than itself!

"What's going on? He threw the slot machine over?" Louis was slightly taken aback.

He had thought that the slot machine was the core of this superhuman's combat strategy, but he didn't expect that the person would throw the core over so easily, as if... he had given up on himself.

"Could it be that he's already planning to run away before even starting the fight?" Thinking this, Louis suddenly smiled.

Suddenly, the front casing of the slot machine opened, and a huge rocket launcher slowly emerged from it. The rocket launcher turned upside down and aimed at the slot machine itself.

Flames shot out from the cannon muzzle, igniting the slot machine at the closest possible distance!
At that moment, a beam of fire, like an intercontinental ballistic missile, shot into the sky, engulfing the base of the giant tower. Then, like a ferocious beast forged from flames, it bared its fangs and claws and climbed upwards along the tower.

Endless, reaching straight to the clouds!
A moment later, only a gray mushroom cloud remained in sight, rising into the sky.

The charred marks spread across the earth, forming a shape resembling a bird's wing. The black was tinged with a blood-red hue, like volcanic lava.

The giant tower turned into ashes, which scattered and flew away.

What was once a beautiful grassland has now been transformed into a deep crater, like a meteorite that has fallen to earth.

And Anron himself had already retreated a kilometer away after throwing the slot machine.

A moment later, he, the instigator, finally dared to lean out, raise his hand to cover his nose, cough twice, and fan his hand to drive away the overwhelming smell of gunpowder.

Then, he slowly walked to the edge of the pit and looked down. He saw a human-shaped skeleton lying quietly in the pit, in a desperate posture of squatting on the ground with its hands covering its head. Its skin and flesh were gone.

Staring at the skeletons in the deep pit, Anlens sighed and said:

"Wow... there's still a skeleton left? The defensive power of the Tower of Babylon is indeed well-deserved."

He stopped appreciating Louis's artistically crafted squatting posture and instead looked up at the sky.

Above a vast, suspended staircase, the Wolves of the Day were locked in fierce combat with hordes of the Royal Army.

Meanwhile, Bloodline and Andrew crouched on the back of the giant wolf—the former forming a longbow and a volley of arrows from his blood, drawing the bow to shoot down the Strange Envoy hiding behind the soldiers; the latter firing powerful air blasts with a sniper rifle, working with White Greedy Wolf to disrupt the enemy's formation.

“It seems they don’t need to worry.” Anlens put his hands on his hips, curled the corners of his mouth, and turned to look at the side of the Ripper.

The battle against the Ripper ended as swiftly as a whirlwind.

As Kuki Suyu crushed the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons," the shadows of a hundred Japanese mythological spirits—tengu, asura, yaksha, kappa—beat drums and gongs, forming a formidable, oppressive array of dark clouds over the wasteland.

A hundred demons swept towards Enma Rin, covering the sky and the earth.

However, the Ripper remained unfazed, merely transforming his katana into a giant scythe.

Carrying a sickle, she fearlessly charged forward into the center of the enemy ranks. Her black and white skirt swayed, and the sickle in her hand, like a blood-red crescent moon, swept across the enemy ranks with unstoppable force as she charged forward.

It was a moment of utter silence, then suddenly a bloody storm swept across the wasteland.

Blood, like a tidal wave, flew wildly in the sky, its rushing sound instantly engulfing the entire world.

Immediately afterwards, Ripper leaped into the air, twirling like a light bird, and arrived in front of the phantom of Yamata no Orochi.

At this moment, Kuki Soya merged with the phantom of Yamata no Orochi.

"So it was a fake Yamata no Orochi... I thought it was a real mythical tale. It gave me quite a fright."

Before she finished speaking, she was already in front of the Yamata no Orochi's neck.

Seizing the moment, all eight snake heads simultaneously opened their bloody mouths, spewing out venom like a tsunami.

However, at that moment, Enma Rin's scythe transformed into a demon sword. She held the dark red katana horizontally against her waist, and then in a flash, she drew the sword and unsheathed it.

The blade flashed out, tearing apart the curtain of venom and creating a huge gap. With overwhelming force, the circular blade severed all eight heads of the Yamata no Orochi.

"What kind of monster is this..." Kuki Soya was shocked, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

After severing the head of the Yamata no Orochi, Enma Rin crouched down in mid-air, passing through the gap in the venom, and then switched her katana to scythe form.

She descended from the sky, her skirt billowing as she sliced ​​through the body of the eight-headed serpent. Amidst a spray of blood, she landed on Kuki Soya, who was hiding within the serpent's body, and then neatly cleaved his body in two.

The Ripper sheathed his sword and walked away without looking back.

Two seconds later, Kuki Suye's body slowly separated, and then a fountain-like line of blood gushed upwards from the crack.

"Wow... this is our Phantom Troupe's strongest fighter, the only Calamity-level fighter, clean and efficient."

Anlens said with a smile, then glanced at the sky and saw Xia Pingzhou riding on the dragon's back pierce through Direjie's meteorite with his second Black and White King Flash.

Anlens looked surprised, unconsciously whistling as he muttered to himself, "The newcomer is improving so fast, she can already hold her own against a near-Cataclysmic level? She seems even more monstrous than the Ripper's sister..."

He turned back and glanced sideways at Ryan, who was battling a wave of skeletons created by fragments of the Black Death.

Ryan fought as he retreated, moving with the speed of the wind. Each time he slashed with the sword in the stone, golden ripples would carry away a group of skulls, but soon new skulls would emerge, filling the waves.

He finally realized. The number of skeletons depended on the number of souls taken by the Black Death; unless those Black Death souls were completely consumed, skulls would not stop being generated.

Ryan's expression grew increasingly solemn, and also increasingly angry and ferocious.

He didn't know how many people his old friend had killed with the plague to create such an unstoppable offensive... It was beyond description as just a sea of ​​people.

"You're really crazy, Bernardo!"

Ryan roared hoarsely, leaping into the air with the Sword in the Stone in hand, facing the oncoming horde of skeletons.

"It seems we don't need to worry about him. But where did Bernardo go? I haven't seen him. Oh well... let's see how the fighting is going over there." With that thought, Anlens's smile faded, and he turned to look at the scene on the ocean.

"The guild leader said not to interfere, but can that kid and the shark really defeat a Calamity-level Mystic Envoy?"

Above the sea, Agubaru's body gradually expanded, and after a moment it unleashed its complete form.

Two hundred meters long, its towering, beastly eyes alone are comparable in height to a residential building. Covered in dark blue metal, it is armed like a mechanical beast, and the black waves it stirs up undulate like mountains.

Enveloped in the dark tide, it rose ever higher. A shadow, dark and overwhelming, fell upon the deck of the Titanic.

"Can it get this big?"

Ruth looked up from the shadows of the deck, tracing the trembling mast upwards to the giant shark that resembled a battleship. "It seems... I underestimated you."

　First update, please vote with monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)