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Chapter 387 The Howling of the Ferocious Wolf, Two Riders Galloping (Part 2)

A berserker takes hold. Emotions spread through his body. A murderous intent spreads like a potent poison. The blade swells. Blood evaporates due to the intense heat.

Destruction is imminent. A vicious bomb that will blow him to pieces from the inside.

This was an attack that was absolutely impossible to resist. Therefore, Chu Hengkong made a decision in that instant.

He gripped the berserker and squeezed its muscles, causing the weapon to thrust out from the other side of his body. The explosive force gushed from the wound, creating a volcanic eruption-like storm on the right side of the motorcycle!
The Dragon-Slaying Motorcycle was blasted out of the field of order, and Chu Hengkong's left side was almost completely disfigured. He forcibly circulated his Undying Technique to repair his body, and the spilled blood flowed back into his body. In that instant, he created a protective armor of qi with his bursting flesh and blood, thus protecting Velbert behind him. However, the price of protecting his boss was that he himself suffered even greater damage, and now he could barely hold onto the Divine Slash.

The dragon's divine form was thus extensively corroded, and now only the dragon's head remained of the divine form protecting the motorcycle. Velbert squeezed out her mental energy to recreate a fragmented field of order in front of the motorcycle. However, the light from that path was extremely dim, almost like the glow of a dying firefly. In contrast, the rainbow light on the back of the Mad Wolf remained dazzling.

"Success!" Blood Smoke roared. "It hurt, didn't it, Serpent of Sacrifice? How about now! Can you still look at me like that now?!"

But the Serpent of Life wasn't even looking at him. He turned to look at Velbert and whispered something to her.

"Chu Hengkong!!" Xueyan's twisted pride was about to explode. He threw the Mad Soldier again, and the twin blades drew a winding trajectory in the air.

This is a cursed weapon that embodies the "variability" of fate. There is no cause and effect between attacks; the uncertain beginning brings endless possibilities, and only at the end does it converge into a single result. Therefore, the berserker's attacks are unpredictable and unpredictable, and it can maximize the explosive power of blood smoke.

Faced with such an attack, neither intuition nor experience was of any use; the most malevolent power could only be neutralized by an equal force. The twin blades were already close to Chu Hengkong's head, and the smoke of blood awaited the moment the attack would be decisive.

Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of unease, as if he had overlooked something. Then, he realized that the Berserker was still in his hand, as if the previous attack had never happened. The only difference was that a withered single wing had unfurled from the enemy's back.

At that moment, Chu Hengkong activated the Void Death Wings, thus nullifying the Berserker's attack. But at the same instant, Furuidan leaped dramatically from the ground. Its claws transformed into invisible blades, shattering space, disrupting order, and even distorting time itself—a strike unleashed at this moment, containing the full power of this divided spirit!

"—Disorder and damage!!"

This was precisely the opportunity that Furudan had been waiting for. After the Sky-Piercing Wings were exhausted, Chu Hengkong, suppressed to point 3, had no strength left to retaliate. Therefore, they had to go all out now, destroying the enemy with their strongest power when he was at his weakest!

The Twilight Doll wasn't here; there was no other possibility. Approaching. A chilling killing intent. A deathly pale face. Blood splattering in the smoke. The threads of cause and effect torn apart by hand. Claw marks branded onto the enemy's body.

Then, a blue flame rose from the smoke.

"—?!"

As if some sinister magic circle had been activated, eerie blue flames rose around the body of the Kanglong Motorcycle. Those flames carried a deep-seated, abhorrent greed and scorching heat. The source of the anomaly was Chu Hengkong's left hand; he was producing a burning contract.

A flippant voice came from the fire: "Do you know what the best solution is to be falsely accused of being a terrorist?"

"Really want to be a terrorist?" Chu Hengkong laughed.

“Correct answer.” Kanin laughed. “Enjoy the Senate inflame!”

The sky above the city-state of Jingsha was illuminated by light and fire, turning a full third of the heavens blue. A pillar of burning blue flames stretched from the sky to the earth, like a flamboyant madman occupying the center of Mansa Star Castle. At the very center of that pillar of fire stood one of Jingsha's oldest buildings, the city-state's upper council, representing public opinion and the politics of the city-state.

Right now, the House of Lords is burning in flames!
A burning top hat emerged from the flames, and from within came clearly audible sounds—the conversation between Speaker Parriman and the Demon of Chaos. Amidst the stunned gazes of the citizens, the demon's laughter echoed through the heavens: "Zan van Parriman is a sympathizer of the demon; there is not a single good man left in the Upper House. Citizens of Thorns! If you still have any conscience, follow the guidance of the fire and embark on the right path."

"God punish the traitors!!"

He shouted eagerly, then vanished in a flash of flame. Only a snicker remained in the contract: "Transaction complete. Best wishes to everyone."

Frudan was still in shock: "When... why didn't I feel it...!"

Who exactly is helping him behind the scenes? Someone must have given his ambition freedom to cause this farce, but could that person really conceal his movements? He can't possibly be as blind as a sacred tree to such obvious betrayal—

Then, Fridan finally understood the truth. Its roar echoed all the way to the top floor of Mansa Star Castle: "Thorns!!!"

Old Jing laughed heartily: "It's only polite to return a favor, you old dog!"

The old tree bore several more new wounds, yet it seemed even more spirited. Without a word, he punched himself again, and taking advantage of the moment when the Du'ai ideology was weakened by the terrorist attack, he issued a new order.

"Release the suppression on the three Allied soldiers!"

The smoke signal instantly blazed with light, and a stable field of order spread out like the earth. The multiplying millennium worms gathered around the motorcycle, repairing and transforming it into a sharp and sturdy war machine.

Chu Hengkong stood atop the chariot, the flames of ambition coursing around his blade, causing the Divine Slash to resonate with ecstatic clatter. All the wounds on his body healed simultaneously, and the death wings on his back fully unfurled. Surrounded by flames, he ascended into the sky, his ferocious spirit erupting like a savage beast tearing through the smoke!

Chu Hengkong slowly sheathed his sword, looking down at the assassin on the wolf's back from the air.

He smiled, the same dismissive smile he always wore during their encounters.

"All right."

"Show your courage."

No longer needing to worry about his boss, he could now fully unleash the Remnant Soul Reversal Technique. The technique, woven from the flames of ambition, the disintegrating rays, and the burning night, greedily devoured the smoke signals, even feeding the great demon's power. He swept his left wrist across the scabbard of the God-Slaying Blade, channeling all the absorbed power into the blade. Before the enemy could react, flames erupted from the scabbard, transforming into a scorching line.

Shadows appear in the blazing sky, a fire burning in the withered heart.

In an instant, the smoke dissipated, and the world became clear. The smoke that had enveloped the entire Fourth Meridian disappeared, and the raging fire that erupted in a narrow arc incinerated the chaotic demon's power into ashes. The slash pierced through the smoke screen, striking the demon's true form and severing its massive wolf head!

"Ooh... Ooh ahhhhh!"

A scream and blood splattered simultaneously as Furudan's body was severed by a single sword strike, the blood and mist that had merged with it rolling out from the wound on his neck. That ruthless slash had even severed the contract between them!

Furudan picked up the head with its giant claws, wisps of smoke curling between its head and wound. It reached for the blood smoke, attempting to re-establish the contract, but the armored vehicle seized the opportunity and accelerated, ramming into the giant wolf's waist. Relying on the repulsive force of the order field, it was sent flying.

"Leave the Chaos Demon to me."

Chu Hengkong gave an OK sign in the rearview mirror, reassuring herself to focus her attention on the enemy. Fu Ruidan's profile was pressed against the car door, and the giant wolf sneered at her: "Trying to deal with me with the rubbish that the Empire disdains?"

"That should be enough to deal with a dog that has lost its owner."

"How arrogant!"

Furudan used its single claw to press down on the front of the vehicle, forcefully wrestling with the armored car. It clearly understood the enemy's methods; the only fundamental change after the restrictions were lifted was the limitation on mental energy output, but the methods themselves remained unchanged. Previously, they had barely maintained their form thanks to the protection of the Soaring Dragon Dharma Form, and the same was true now.

The smoke from the wolf smoke seeped into the armored vehicle, causing the cards that were maintaining the fusion to dissolve. The Dragon Avatar then separated from the armored vehicle, and Furudan's giant claws gripped the dragon's head, tearing it into pure white specks of light.

"You risked your life to fight me alone because you wanted to activate that device from the Thorn Flower Festival, didn't you?" Furudan sneered. "Projected from outside Dust Isle, reinforced by the resonance effect of the Order Field and the continuous spacetime generation mechanism, ultimately triggering a high-frequency mental energy oscillation device upon descent. Isn't that the so-called 'Staff of God'?"

Vilbert's expression shifted slightly; Frudan hadn't overlooked this detail: "You used a chain reaction of multiple technologies to enhance your abilities, which is why you were able to assemble that extraordinary power without exceeding the limits of a point mass. However, this clever trick has its weaknesses; it requires extremely high precision in the triggering process. You must provide accurate coordinates to ensure it takes effect..."

"Therefore, once the coordinates are confused, your powerful Holy Grail becomes completely meaningless!"

Above the sky, the untouchable scepter was falling rapidly, its destination a thousand miles away from the center of the battlefield. Frudan's eyes flashed with shattered space; for a chaotic demon, disrupting spatial coordinates was child's play.

The cautious demon smiled, meticulously dismantling all the traps inside and outside the armored vehicle, leaving the enemy no chance. It asked with a wicked grin, "Am I right, Miss Velbert Velus?"

"Mostly correct, except for one point."

Violet chuckled and nodded at it. She melted instantly, leaving only a communication device in the driver's seat.

"The Staff of God is not the Cup of Honor."

"It is my extraordinary blade."

A series of booming sounds echoed from high above, completely imperceptible to ordinary people, but to Furudan, they were as deafening as thunder. It saw thousands of scepters arrayed like an army outside Dust Isle, like a meteor shower descending from the wrath of the gods!
The Staff of God is a transformative blade. Therefore, as long as one possesses sufficient mental strength, it can be mass-produced and copied after crossing the First Abyss.

Mass deployment!

"The Staff of God: Stars".

In the distance, Velvet pressed down on her cane, unleashing a total of 312 divine staffs simultaneously. Under such a dense onslaught, any coordinate positioning became utterly meaningless. The entire battlefield where the chaotic demon resided was within range; the projection of her mental power dismantled, destroyed, and pulverized the demon's fragmented spirit, reducing it to ashes in a dazzling display of power! Velvet tossed her wind-blown hair, hopped on her motorcycle, and headed to the other side of the battlefield. Beyond her sight, two figures were engaged in a final duel.

An assassin wielding a divine sword at will, a killer who swings his weapon wildly. The roar of explosions is the accompaniment to this battle; blood and smoke are the only colors on the stage.

Chu Hengkong's swordsmanship was incredibly fast, a speed comparable to Huan Ge's six arms. Yet the battle was evenly matched; Blood Smoke had somehow managed to withstand his attacks. Had Fu Ruidan left him with additional power? Had this assassin, during the days of torment by Yin Hai, comprehended a completely new martial art?

No! Absolutely not! It was simply a very basic tactic that was demonstrated at the very beginning of the battle.

A murky iridescent light flickered in Xueyan's eyes as he activated the Demonic Spirit Sacrifice once more, this time targeting himself. His body disintegrated from within, and the resulting emotions granted him even greater power. It was like a bomb whose power increased by constantly shortening its fuse, the fuse ultimately leading to Xueyan's own death!
"Kill you! Kill you!"

Blood Smoke roared as he unleashed his twin blades, the unpredictable swirling motions creating a bewildering arc in the air. But Chu Hengkong calmly observed his opponent, unfazed by the weaponry. A flash of death wings behind him erased the berserker's attack, and Chu Hengkong seized the opportunity to strike, severing Blood Smoke's hands in a single blow!

"Kill you!!!"

But there was no cry of pain; his blood, completely driven by murderous intent, propelled his wristless arms forward. He used smoke to create claws that resembled those of a giant wolf.

Chu Hengkong casually planted the Divine Slash aside, ducked to avoid the attack, and then landed an uppercut on his enemy's chin. Blood Smoke was thrown back violently by the blow, and Chu Hengkong landed three consecutive punches on its weak spot, followed by a side kick that broke its leg, forcing it to its knees. Finally, a powerful Iron Mountain Lean sent it flying!

Blood and smoke shot out like a tattered rag, leaving scorched marks on the ground. For some reason, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. It was as if he had seen this scene somewhere before.

Where is it? It seems to be a burning night as well.

Then he remembered—it was the last moment of his previous life, in the burning Verus Building. His dagger was knocked away, and Chu Hengkong's knife broke, so the two fought only with their fists and feet. Clearly, he was no match for the Serpent of Sacrifice in close combat. His attack was detected, he was struck in the middle, his leg broke, and he was slammed down the Iron Mountain Lean towards the end of the corridor…

The sacrificial serpent slowly approached, its form overlapping with the man in her memory. The injuries, the weapons, and the strength were different, but the eyes remained exactly the same—a gaze of utter indifference and disregard…

Blood Smoke roared, forcing himself to stand. He had already been transformed into a burning torch by the effects of the human sacrifice, almost on the verge of exploding. He desperately reached for the approaching assassin.

"I've given up everything!"

"My own fighting style! Dignity! Freedom! Making a pact with the devil, even at the cost of burning my life!!"

Step by step, they approached the sacrificial serpent.

He uttered the painful question that had always bound him.

Even so, you never even considered me a worthy opponent...

"Even so, am I not worthy of being seen as your opponent?!"

Then, for the first time in history, Chu Hengkong looked directly at him.

"Did you do something good?"

-

His thoughts came to a standstill because of this inexplicable question, Chu Hengkong said, puzzled.

"Have you saved many people? Have you become a hero? What great deeds have you accomplished? Or have you fought against heretics with all your might?"

Do you possess unparalleled strength that surpasses all living beings? An unwavering will to carry out your goals no matter what? Or a steadfast commitment that you, as a human being, can never abandon?

"No, right, Hazama Naruga. You've lived a second life and you're still a terrorist, smugly dropping bombs in crowds, as if you're doing something amazing."

If you don't pursue strength, you have no meaning; your actions are merely an outpouring of your destructive desires. Even in your final moments, when you're burning your life force, you're only serving a heretic.

Without a trace of emotion, the Serpent of Sacrifice asked curiously.

"I'm also very curious, how do you want me to show you respect?"

-

not like this.

He has principles. He has self-respect. Although he has given up now, before he was driven mad by the Yin Corpse, when he was an assassin on Earth, he acted with a clear purpose.

The way ignorant people enjoy this false peace is nauseating. His mission is to tear away the facade of peace and reveal the world's fragile truth. Then, he must find the true "strong," which no amount of despicable means can hinder. Once that strong one is found, once his goal is achieved...

What do you want to do?
"killed……"

Yes, we must kill him.

After that, no one will be able to stop me. I can destroy and kill at will. I can do whatever I want. The world will become a pure paradise.

This is Lord Bloodsmoke's great dream!
"what."

He touched his face with his bare wrist.

It stuck out its tongue and licked its own blood.

He burst into hysterical laughter.

"Haha ...

No wonder chaos came knocking. In the end, it all came to pass.

He's just a complete madman, the kind you see anywhere!
Hazama Naruga couldn't help but laugh out loud, using the last of his life to let out a mad, empty laugh. Suddenly, his chest felt empty, flesh and energy collapsed towards his heart, and a void, a sign of nothingness, emerged from his desolate heart, extending outward and devouring this being who had finally come to understand his own nature.

This is the end of the so-called path to godhood.

From the raging winds that celebrate freedom to the rainbows that disrupt order, these gods, like natural phenomena, roam the world, distorting reality with their will, attempting to cross the rainbow bridge to the other side of the heavens.

However, at the end of that bridge of light, there was nothing.

Meaningless. Lacking perseverance. Lacking faith. Lacking ideals. When the abundant emotions have burned out, and willpower and madness have been worn down on the journey, only then can those who consider themselves supreme finally see the truth. Madness and tyranny are merely excuses to unleash desires, and arrogant gods are nothing more than villains who crave power.

The first objective self-awareness will shatter false obsessions. The self will collapse, transforming into a void, a black hole. This black hole will devour everything, becoming a pure natural disaster.

The sixth point on the path to supreme godhood is "Quiet Void," a meaningless and pure nothingness.

However, the hole that swallowed the battlefield did not appear. Or rather, the black hole did not have time to form.

Chu Hengkong stepped forward and severed Xueyan's head with a single chop.

Blood erupted. Far exceeding the body's capacity, a massive amount of blood gushed into the air like a crimson fountain. The noise of the splashing blood was like the man's hollow laughter.

The corpse exploded, and the blood column high in the sky also dissipated in the storm.

The chaotic elemental forces illuminated the night sky, transforming into the last murky firework.

Chu Hengkong rubbed his wind-blown hair, while Velbert waited on her motorcycle, her expression telling him that she wanted to drive this time. They got back on the motorcycle and crossed the boundary between the fourth and second pulse sequences.

Vilbert casually asked, "So, what kind of person is Hazama Naruga?"

"He's an arrogant guy."

Chu Hengkong thought for a moment and then added a sentence.

"same as me."

(End of this chapter)