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Chapter 212 The Demon of Desire

The superior has issued an order to eliminate all surrounding units. Complete the mission as quickly as possible, starting with the weakest units.

Qingxia released her heartbeat, completely ending her suspended animation. The sudden heartbeat effectively controlled Silar's actions, and blood trickled from Senmin's eyes.

She unleashed her spear, using repulsion to push aside the other units and gravity to draw Silar towards the spear tip. This was the first life she would sacrifice, and she had to do it well—quickly, precisely, cruelly—to kill him mercilessly.

Then, the spear tip pierced the assassin's palm. Chu Hengkong gripped the lance tightly: "Wake up, Qingxia! Don't breathe anymore!!"

What bad luck! My first move was blocked. I'm going to be looked down upon for this.

Qingxia naturally thought about it and naturally prepared to strike again. She saw her own arrogant expression in the eyes of her loved ones.

what is that.

Was that person laughing maniacally me?

What am I doing here?
She glanced around, seeing the distressed expressions on everyone's faces. The sudden mental cries caused internal injuries to all of them. "I clearly didn't release my meditation." The Qingkun Spear continued its thrust. Piercing through the palm, tearing through the arm. Blood seeped into the gun. The assassin's distressed expression was exhilarating. She heard her own laughter. An uncontrollable surge of excitement. She pierced the flesh target and killed the old man. The old man looked at her helplessly.

“Qingxia,” Sila called out.

The gun fell from her hand, and Qingxia looked at the mess she had made. She staggered back, knelt, and covered her laughing face. Tears of fear streamed down her cheeks.

"What happened?" Qingxia turned around, trembling, to look at her clansman who was still smiling. "What did you do to me? You—"

"Shut up, you're so noisy." Wen Yao snapped her fingers with a laugh. "Smile."

Qingxia's crying stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had clenched her heart, causing her body to act against her will. She began to laugh, a triumphant laugh like a hawk, while tears continued to flow without ceasing.

"That's more like it. What kind of blood knight cries and whines? Go kill them with a smile, devour them with a smile, indulge in debauchery with a smile, and wipe them all out!"

"I didn't..." Qingxia helplessly covered her face, trying to hide her smile. "I don't want this, I don't want to—!"

"What do I care about your thoughts?" Wen Yao laughed sarcastically, as if looking at an adult who lacked common sense. "Poor and foolish little Qingxia, you really don't even remember this."

"The higher-ranking immortals have absolute control over those below them!"

This outrageous statement awakened previously suppressed knowledge.

Vande vaguely remembered.

What kind of creatures are these ancient races known as the "Myriad Transformations Immortal Clan"?

"Run!" it cried out. "Take Qingxia with you, run!!"

Chu Hengkong gripped Qingxia's arm tightly, trying to drag her away. But Qingxia stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. Her body rejected her own will; her ego had long since dissolved under the enemy's commands. She stood stiffly in place, maintaining a chilling smile, listening to the immortal's laughter.

"To me, you are not even food. You are merely an arm, a bone spur, a nerve, an organ that I can use at will."

These silly tumors can be a real nuisance to their owners, and it's such a hassle for them to grow back after they're removed! So remember to get them now...

Deep within your flesh is branded your 'mission'!

The higher authority has issued an instruction.

Thus, the "information" deep within the bloodline was awakened.

Memories she had never heard of before flashed through Qingxia's mind.

In the foul-smelling, deep red pool of blood, a woman of ethereal beauty cradled her in her palms. A third eye grew on the woman's forehead, its vertical pupil overflowing with an eerie, bewitching love.

"Set off, my 'seed'." The loving mother turned her palm over, "to destroy the demon king's delusions."

She plunged into the pool of blood, pierced through the mist, and fell into the unfathomable depths of shadow. With the joy of impending domination, and the mission bestowed upon her by her loving mother, she first reached the shore, consuming a vast quantity of weapons, and taking a few books with her to disguise herself, as necessary information.

She hid in the jungle near the settlement and happened to meet Silar, who was out hunting. She happily accepted the forest dwellers' "adoption" because it would make it easier for her to get food.

She infiltrated the settlement, observing everyone's every move. All potential targets were secretly targeted, awaiting her ascension to be devoured. She intended to make this place her first hunting ground. The foolish Silar couldn't see the truth, and the warriors still thought she was a pet. She craved the expressions on the faces of the ignorant masses when they learned the truth, and the pitiful regret of the old people. Then, on the day before her ascension, she encountered a man with dark skin.

The Demon King looked down at the tiny larva and smiled kindly.

"Living like this is too boring."

"Don't you think people should be able to choose their own destiny?"

Then everything changed. The important things were forgotten. Artificially instilled knowledge became common sense. She was taken away, rescued, taught ancient myths, became a warrior captain, joined the Allied Forces, and remains so to this day…!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

Qingxia knelt on the ground, letting out a piercing wail. The fairy flew to her side, laughing wildly and unrestrainedly.

"When we first met, you said something quite interesting, 'We are a race born with justice.' Even I was shocked at the time. How could someone with a mistaken sense of identity say something like that?"
No one thinks they're born righteous, right? Even knights wouldn't dare claim that! The fact that you would say something like that shows you already have some understanding of your own nature.

Wen Yao continued relentlessly, spewing out highly venomous words.

"Playing the role of a warrior leader for the ignorant masses is because the praise of others makes you feel good."
I emulate the characters in the book because I admire myself as a hero.

To live on in such agony is beautiful simply because the self-torture it causes is beautiful!

"What a knight! What a wonderful joke! You descended to destroy the desolate wilderness, you worst and most vile insect, Qingxia!"

A crimson light flashed past Wen Yao's ear. The woman turned her head, easily dodging the beam, and looked down at the cold-faced assassin. "Shut up," Chu Hengkong said. The short old man roared behind him.

"Don't listen to her nonsense, Qingxia!" Silar roared. "If you have any backbone, stand up and run! Take everyone back!!"

Chu Hengkong released the prosthetic arm's restraints, and the transformed prosthetic body thrust out like a silver spear. Wen Yao casually deflected the attack, lightly tapping the stiff, useless cyst lying on the ground. The command had been given, and the body began to move spontaneously, its trembling arms reaching for the sniper and Senmin. His eyes were fixed on the fearless figures rushing forward.

"Please!" Qingxia cried out in her heart. Move! Move! Move—!
"—Dragon Soaring Through the Heavens Spear!!"

She plunged the spear into her abdomen. The power of the devoured Heart Sword activated at that moment, its gravity pulling everyone towards Qingxia, while the frenzied repulsive force formed a colorless wind, forcefully pushing the immobile Blood Knight backward. Qingxia still had a sliver of strength left to struggle, for she had passed the test of the One Heart Ritual. The remnant Heart Secret Technique she had practiced in her childhood to overcome her impulses had now become her last hope.

"Great, let's run back like that!" Sillar laughed. "Run!"

The distance between Qingxia and Wenyao was increasing; a greater distance would offer hope of evading the command. Chu Hengkong had already activated his Calamity Wrist; if he could just hold off that woman, if he could buy even a few seconds—

"So what?"

A white-haired woman appeared above their heads.

It was as if they had teleported, traversing a vast distance.

The assassin covering the retreat failed to catch up; the thin, needle-like soft sword pierced his body, pinning him to the ground like a torture device. Crimson blood flowed down the sword towards the immortal, and the assassin's life force rapidly weakened. His strength was drained, his blood and spirit plundered by the sword, turning into a blissful flush on the immortal's face.

"The Immortal Sword's Betrayal" is a fundamental technique of the "Myriad Transformations Immortal Clan." It runs counter to the path of self-strengthening of the Dragon Township martial arts lineage; this is a sword technique that plunders the lives of others to fuel one's own power. There is a natural restraint between their life forms; the race from which this woman originates can almost be called the natural enemy of all flesh and blood.

Wen Yao clenched his fist, and his four colorful feathers vibrated rapidly, scattering a beautiful, sweet liquid. The liquid merged into the air, turning into colorless dust, seeping into the earth, forming colorful swamps; the bones on the battlefield were soaked in it, turning into fat white maggots, and the withered tree trunks, after being touched by it, swayed and grew as if reborn, turning into brightly colored venomous snakes.

"Celestial magic, a splendid feast."

In an instant, the battlefield transformed into a vibrant world. Where the sweet rain fell, a flourishing vitality arose; even rotten wood and withered bones could be reborn, and even dust and barren land would be transformed into a fairyland. A torrent of venomous, seven-colored energy surged forth, transforming into magnificent waves behind the immortals. It was a tide of life, a tsunami of poison, its speed comparable to a galloping knight; even Qingxia, with all her might, could not keep up with the spread of the poisonous tide.

Thus, everyone came into contact with the deadly poison in the air. Indescribable agony assaulted their nerves and bodies; exposed skin discolored and began to melt like asphalt under intense heat. Disorienting hallucinations overwhelmed their vision, their eyesight being eroded second by second. A colorful wave had already risen, and the sea of ​​poison was about to engulf Chu Hengkong, who was pinned down.

Shax tried to fire, but his fingers had melted. People's vocal organs were controlled by the poison, emitting cries against their will. The Warm Hawk reveled in the wails of the suffering, laughing gleefully in response.

This is by no means the demeanor of an "immortal"; what exists here is a demon indulging in desires and craving pleasure.

That is precisely the wrong path on the road to unifying destiny, the natural enemy of all flesh and blood life. It is because it blocks the path of life and the development of civilization that it is judged as an unforgivable heresy.

The Wenyao that appeared here is the most vicious soldier in the entire tribe. A bewitching and venomous woman who spreads plague, takes lives, and soars above the hell on earth she has created.

External Path Point 4, Desire Demon, Plague Demon.

(End of this chapter)