I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

I don't want it either!

This was simply too much for her.

He knew that all he needed in his life was a single flower, yet he possessed such immense power.

I want to give up that power right now.

If it can't be achieved, then I might as well commit suicide.

However, she failed.

He can't even commit suicide...

In the end, Ophelia succumbed to fate.

If this power, having taken countless lives, can only be used for destruction, then this is my destiny, and what God desires...

Then let's just accept this fate.

She survived because she submitted to fate and to the powerful star lord.

Throughout her life, Ophelia never felt that she had done anything wrong, nor did she believe that resistance would have yielded any better results; she continued to submit to her fate.

"What disgusting slaves to fate!"

The person who said these words was the only person Ophelia hated.

With just one glance, Ophelia saw through him.

They are people like her.

Alone, just like everyone else.

The same contentment brings happiness.

They too encountered an inescapable fate (from the gods).

The only difference is...

He chose to resist.

He survived because he defied fate and the powerful gods.

"I will kill you and shatter this disgusting fate!"

Clad in crimson dragon armor and wielding a large sword, Mingxian charged straight at Ophelia.

Clang!

The broadsword and the snake sword clashed.

Through their helmets, the two looked at each other, and purple crystals lit up beneath the steel goggles.

"Only you can I not tolerate, I will not allow you to shatter my destiny!"

Ophelia knew that deep down she longed for someone to stop her, to shatter her destiny, but that person…

It absolutely cannot be you!

Snapped!Snapped!

Beneath Ophelia's feet, it seemed as if the souls of hundreds of the dead were wailing, and miasma surged out like a black torrent, forming a huge arm of the dead. That arm was twisted and powerful, as if it could tear apart anything in its path.

As the miasma-like arm appeared, she simultaneously raised her serpent staff.

A card shimmered in the dim light and was slowly placed into the serpent staff.

"Vemon Vent!"

The emotionless mechanical sounds echoed across the empty battlefield, like a death sentence.

A page of the celestial book was activated.

A massive mechanical cobra slowly emerged from the shadows, its serpentine body shimmering in the moonlight, its golden stripes glowing like flowing blood, releasing massive amounts of toxins, and filling the air with a suffocating stench.

The venom of the Serpent King and the miasma of Ophelia combined perfectly at this moment, as if two extreme forces in the world were merging to produce a terrifying mutation.

Not only that, there are also fragments inside Ophelia's body.

That was the divine blood bestowed upon those (priests) who came into contact with him by the high-ranking spirit fairy king.

The power of the spell flowed out without anyone realizing it.

This is why Ophelia is far stronger than other Star Pulse generations. In a sense, she is a true witch, a priestess serving the gods.

Although that deity was far less powerful than the gods in mythology.

boom!

The miasma arm, capable of corroding any object it touched, was now raised high, blotting out the sky and the earth, like a towering building rising from the ground, casting a dark path across the land.

This giant hand, like a pronouncement from the god of death, slammed down violently towards Mingxian!

Mingxian raised the Dragon Blade high, crimson dragon flames surging from his body, like fiery spirits dancing around him.

In an instant, all the martial arts of the Tenmura Chenming style flashed through his mind.

These martial arts techniques seem to be connected by invisible threads, analyzed, recombined, broken up, and recombined in an instant.

Tenmiri Tatsumei-ryu Sword Technique Secret Transmission - Shura Moon.

He swung his sword, creating a crescent-shaped flash that sliced ​​the air in two.

At this point, this move is no longer comparable to the rigid experience accumulated by human martial artists, but rather an individual's understanding of heaven and earth and their perception of life and death.

The blade flashed like lightning slicing through the night sky.

Zheng!

The crimson dragon eyes lit up, like two burning flames, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Mingxian slashed at the void ahead!

The blade flashed like a crescent moon, fleeting yet possessing the power to change the world and reverse destiny.

The miasma arm burst into flames under the blade's blade. It was cleaved in two, and the flames spread instantly, turning the two halves of the miasma arm into two enormous tongues of fire.

puff!puff!

The flames fell to the ground.

Zheng!

A cold, sharp blade flashed through the sky, and Mingxian moved like lightning, arriving in front of Ophelia in an instant, the blade pointing directly at the top of her head.

Countless bizarre arms suddenly appeared around Ophelia, formed from dense miasma and toxins. Their shapes were twisted and their outlines were blurred, like the claws of a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, exuding a suffocating poison and despair.

These large, swollen arms, as if bearing endless pain and resentment, twisted wildly, shaking not only the air but also the earth, reducing everything around them to nothingness.

At this moment, it seemed as if only the towering hand of miasma and the solitary figure playing the zither remained in the world.

The miasma hand, like a giant serpent in a raging sea, swept towards Mingxian with destructive power!

Faced with this overwhelming offensive, Mingxian remained calm, and his action of sheathing his sword was fluid and decisive.

He took a deep breath, and as his chest heaved, sparks flew out from the edge of his mask.

Zheng!

The next moment, Mingxian drew his sword again!

The blade light transformed into a dragon, its flames swirling around it, intensely hot and dazzling, instantly igniting a hand wreathed in miasma.

The arm twisted and screamed in the flames.

Ultimately, it vanishes into nothingness, disappearing without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, the flashes of the blades continued unabated, each slash a judgment against the miasma.

Dragon Flame, like a raging fire, devoured all obstacles.

Swing the knife!

Swing the knife!

He swung his sword continuously!

Each time the string was struck, miasma evaporated.

The wind and the flames intertwined to form a net, and even the graceful flapping of a crane's wings could not escape its sharpness.

Viewed from the sky, the battle transformed into a dazzling flower of dragonfire, both magnificent and cruel. The boundless miasma hands melted away one by one under this flame, leaving only scorched earth and ruins.

This is the secret technique of the Toudou-ryu style.

With forty-nine combos, it gives the opponent no chance to breathe, continuously slashing and using subtle guidance such as breathing, spacing, and eye contact to block the opponent's counterattack, creating a situation to suppress the opponent until the opponent is defeated.

At this point, this skill in Mingxian's hands had far exceeded Toudou Kirin's understanding.

Even the founders.

Even the most accomplished.

They could only admit defeat.

"Full of the BL world!"

Ophelia raised the serpent staff in her hand, and in an instant, the Serpent King's enormous body rose from the ground, opening its huge mouth that could devour the heavens and the earth, and the golden patterns on its body lit up again, as if it had come to life.

This time, instead of emitting poisonous mist, it flowed endless venom from its mouth.

The moment the venom hit the ground, it immediately corroded the earth, turning it scorched black.

Large amounts of miasma surged forth from all directions, transforming into giant miasma trees hundreds of meters long, forming a vast forest that obscured the sky.

Each giant tree exuded an eerie aura, sending chills down one's spine.

Seeing this, Mingxian stepped forward and drew a Dragon Beast Shield from the deck, placing it in his left hand.

"Contract read!"

The crimson dragon flew out of the raging flames with overwhelming power. Mingxian leaped onto the dragon's back and soared into the sky.

He was like a king who commanded raging fire, looking down at the giant, miasma-ridden trees below.

Those giant trees, some straight and some slanted, rise up from beneath our feet like sharp arrows, trying to shoot down the red dragon in the sky.

The crimson dragon meandered and danced among the giant trees, like a nimble dragon, constantly spewing out dragon flames that evaporated the miasma from the giant trees without a trace.