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Chapter 244 Leaping Over the Whirlpool of Fate (Part 2)
Two dim lights emanated from the spider's tiny eyes, activating the illusion that manipulated the ghostly body through visual contact. Qingxia pressed her goggles, creating a barrier in front of her with her blood energy. Yet, she still saw all sorts of bizarre sights: greasy worms crawling out of the ground, strange beasts shaped like eyeballs wriggling in the ruins, and tiny black mice scurrying across the bricks and tiles, making rustling sounds.

This was no illusion; both smell and perception provided real feedback—it was a living being that truly existed here. The spider's gaze pierced the earth, awakening a lingering memory within a gigantic corpse. His illusion had become reality within the demon city!

Qingxia stomped her foot on the ground, the burning scales spreading freely, wiping out all the strange creatures around her. With swift, decisive action, she flew directly to the limbed spider, grabbing the plump messenger. However, all she saw was a pale face and lifeless, small eyes, with dried blood lines remaining on the spider's back, forming black lines that disappeared into the city.

Qingxia immediately understood the enemy's tactics. The spider's hind legs had been rendered immobile by the Rising Flame Strike, so it simply discarded its body, transferring its remaining form to its ghostly form using black blood as a medium. At that moment, black rats and swarms of insects rushed in, beginning to devour the spider's "corpse" along with it. The dense horde of beasts resembled moving waves, and within that sea of ​​death, a colossal, lifeless creature rose.

The Corpse Demon City dissolved and reshaped by the will of the fallen, forming a magnificent, mountain-like form. The biological memories slumbering beneath the earth endowed it with a new form, causing thick limbs to grow and tiny eyeballs to bulge out. Amidst the hideous, grotesque writhing of its limbs, the colossal mass of ten thousand bones transformed into a gigantic spider. That was precisely the appearance the Limb Spider should have possessed in life, the largest-scale divine magic the Limb Spider could wield after death.

Undead Body Animation: Divine Envoy Corpse Puppet Abyss Demon Spider!

The spider-like creature clung to the puppet's back, its limbs trembling with anguish. He was the last messenger to die; the majority of the matter in the Despair Wasteland originated from the remains of the former Holy Son of the Moon. Now, even his remaining memories from his previous life were being used in battle, to buy Vansalar a sliver of hope for victory…

It was unwilling, it resisted the fight, and it feared and hated the mage from the bottom of its heart. If it had a choice, it would have returned to the moon long ago. But it had no choice but to do so, because even if Vansalal died, it could not prolong its life. This was the only way for it to survive.

The Abyss Spider brandished its massive legs, furiously striking the area besieged by the beasts, like a child venting its rage. The spider, trembling, muttered to itself, "What do you know... what do you know..."

He thought of the past again, of that damned, dark night. He had always avoided battle and lived a life of seclusion, forgetting that there were so many others to choose from in the cradle, yet the old man had appeared before him.

"The little girl at the Spiral Tower made a wish, hoping we could help her put on a show," the old man said with a smile. "But if I go, the charade will become real. Little Spider, how about you go for me?"

"This is also a good thing for you. Acting will allow you to live longer than going to the battlefield."

Could he refuse? How dare he say "no" to the old man?! The benevolent old man had already made arrangements; whether you were a holy son or a son of a concubine, you could only obey. He went to the Empire, and it wasn't a charade at all; Vansalal really wanted to kill him. He begged for mercy, explaining his purpose, and managed to save his life from the demon king.

He survived and became the messenger of Vansalal. He had to do whatever the Demon King commanded. He didn't want to fight, but the Demon King forced him onto the battlefield. He didn't want to make enemies, so the Demon King made him fight the allies. During the great war, the Demon King finally died, but it was another madman who killed him. He could only fight Chongming. Chongming survived, and his next target was him, the Spider Lizard!

Finally, even he died, only to be resurrected in a nightmare. Now he must wholeheartedly help the Demon King again, dying time and time again just to survive. He absolutely cannot let the Demon King die; the Demon King holds his life in his hands…

His life!
"Once you become a heretic, you have no other choice. Even if you become a holy son, your life is still in the hands of the adults!"

The spider's eyes were bloodshot. It roared furiously at the self-righteous little girl, and at itself, forever unable to escape its fate: "What kind of self-worth do you have? You're forever powerless. What you do is all up to fate! Up to your fate!"

Amidst the surging waves of black rats and insect swarms, the burning life still struggled within the tides. The Abyss Spider clenched its fist and slammed it down, creating a bloody, mangled crater among its minions. Qingxia's struggle was not yet over; he could still sense the other's presence.

He simply summoned moonlight, creating a deep purple gravity sphere. The sphere fell into the swarm of rats, suppressing Qingxia's struggles. The limbed spider breathed heavily, preparing to cast another divine spell, his eyes filled with profound sorrow.

"Little Qingxia, I don't want to fight you. I pity you, I despise you!"

You were meant to live a happy life, committing evil, hunting, and even if you were ultimately killed by the Allies, you would have lived a carefree life. But you were ruined by Vansalal; you thought you could become a hero. You never considered that even if you truly escaped the Heavenly Prison, those outside would still see you as an outsider. You will strive, you will struggle, but you cannot erase your bloodline; that is your destiny, the fate you were born with.

You've become a hero because of the Demon King's whim. But if you were to encounter a loving mother one day, you would still be that lustful demon!

"—Then I will become stronger than my loving mother!"

Cracks appeared on the surface of the gravity sphere, flickering light leaping like flames. The deep, dark sphere suddenly shattered, sharp spearheads shooting skyward, carrying a repulsive force that carved a path to the heavens. The immense power swirled and exploded, incinerating any black rats that dared to approach, leaving a charred ring on the earth. The girl wielding the gun soared through the air, her wings fully spread, scales scattering with her movements like stardust. Those insignificant particles, already burned during the breakthrough, now exploded, transforming into points of intense light that illuminated her confident smile.

"If I am stronger than my loving mother, she will no longer be able to control me. If I am stronger than the original immortal, even the true form of the heretic will not be able to affect my actions."

Qingxia raised her hand, pointing high into the sky.

"I may fail, I may be shattered to pieces, but even in death, I will die on the path of fighting against fate!"

"—Then die, you stupid insect!"

The spider glared angrily, its gaze piercing through the thick clouds to the sky, drawing the moonlight into a dark veil that enveloped Qingxia. Qingxia pointed forward, and scales, following her command, rose in a vast, surging mass, colliding with the moonlight. A vibrant life force tore a bloody path through the moonlight, and Qingxia flapped her wings, flying towards the only exit.

She was greeted by the giant maw of the demonic spider, and a colorless "arrow" spat out from the belly of the corpse puppet. The arrow spiraled and twisted in the air, no longer possessing the magic to tear through space, but still retaining the power to pierce through clouds and split the earth.

Dark Moon Divine Art: Blood Piercing the Void.

That was the first skill Qingxia learned in the Demon King's Castle, and also her most proficient martial art. Suddenly, memories flashed through Qingxia's mind. How long ago it was, tiny insects scurried around the spider, watching the messenger reluctantly teach her skills, listening to him explain how to survive, how to hide. He told her never to anger the Demon King, to avoid battle as much as possible, and how to survive longer in this world of suffering…

A slight smile appeared on her lips. Then the smile vanished, replaced by a burning fighting spirit. She hurled the Qingkun Spear, using the exact same technique as her opponent. The tips of the two demonic spears collided in mid-air, and Qingxia's armor was instantly covered in cracks.

However, Qingxia didn't grip the gun again. She soared high into the air, reaching the highest point of the desolate wilderness. Then, she gathered her strength, unleashing a kick. Blazing scales enveloped her feet, forming a swirling vortex of burning air. A meteor-like kick descended from the sky, striking the hilt of the Qingkun Spear!
"Immortal Technique: Crimson Feather Jade Flower!"

The weapon's internal gravity, drawn by the willpower, began to rotate. As it spun, the Night Dragon Spear fused with its scales, resembling a fiercely burning crimson drill. That massive drill shattered the demonic spear, pierced the spider's skull, and, carrying a fleeting burst of intense heat, drilled into the abyssal spider's body, shooting out from behind and completely piercing it.

The life-burning toxins multiplied rapidly within the corpse puppet's body, and the Abyss Spider was instantly engulfed by the raging flames, resembling a blood-red epiphyllum blooming under the moon!
With her back to the flames, Qingxia plowed a scorching path through the ground. Her wings folded back, reverting to their cloak-like form. Such a powerful attack had temporarily drained her strength; only her most powerful, trump card could crush an enemy like the Limb Spider.

With her heightened senses after the transformation, she knew that a sliver of life still clung to the dying flame. She didn't turn around, but spoke softly.

“I think you’ve been forced to make many choices you didn’t want to make… But if you really didn’t want to, why didn’t you fight those who coerced you? Even if you die if you lose, at least you’ll have chosen death with your own will.”

Qingxia brushed aside her scorching hair, turned around and said, "Perhaps it's just like you said... what you do depends entirely on your own 'fate'?"

The corpses in the fire, which had been twitching slightly at first, suddenly turned to ash and vanished upon hearing these words. Qingxia closed her eyes slightly, turned around, and looked at the solitary, towering castle.

In the desolate wilderness, only the city stood alone. She knew her comrades were still fighting, or advancing wounded and battered. She clenched her hands and, in a moment of regaining her strength, uttered a sincere prayer.

"Come on! Don't lose!"

Operation Dawn, Battle Three. Kiyoka, the Para-limbed Spider.

The victor is clear of flaws.

(End of this chapter)