Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Kyō was still asleep, his long, milky-white hair spread out on the pillow, his eyelashes drooping, his breathing light and even. Mistress Miwa was curled up on his other side, one hand resting on his arm, her fingertips slightly curled like a cat's paw.

Yuuto didn't move; he just lay there, staring at the ceiling.

A few birds chirped intermittently outside the window, as if testing something. The rain stopped, a crack appeared in the clouds, and a ray of morning light peeked through the gap in the curtains, falling on the carpet and turning the silver thread from last night into gold.

Qiong's eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes. Her reddish-brown eyes looked at Yuuto without moving, just staring.

"What time is it?" Qiong asked.

"It's still early."

Qiong didn't ask any more questions, closed her eyes again, and buried her face in his shoulder.

Miwa Kasumi also woke up. She didn't open her eyes, but pressed her face against Yuuto's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

After a long while, Qiong finally sat up. Her bathrobe slipped down, revealing her fair shoulders and collarbone.

She didn't rush to cover herself. She glanced down at Yuuto, reached for the robe draped at the foot of the bed, put it on, tied the belt, and walked barefoot onto the carpet into the bathroom.

The sound of water rose, gurgling, intermittent.

Kasumi Miwa opened her eyes and looked up at Yuuto. Her long, sky-blue hair was spread out on the pillow, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly pursed, as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

Yu Ren reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Kasumi's ears turned bright red. She whispered, "I'll go help Sora," sat up, gathered her bathrobe, and fled into the bathroom.

The door was closed, but the sound of water was still ringing.

At noon, Yuuto stood by the window, holding his phone. On the screen was a text message he had just received: "Arriving tonight."

Ninety-nine yogis.

Yuu put his phone in his pocket and turned around.

Qiong sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed. She wore a white shirt, black trousers, and her long, milky-white hair was loose. Miwa Kasumi stood behind her, smoothing out the wrinkles at her collar.

"Ninety-nine will arrive tonight," Yu Ren said.

Qiong nodded without asking any questions.

Miwa Kasumi picked up Yuuto's coat from the back of the chair, unfolded it, and handed it to him. Yuuto took it and put it on, buttoning it up one button at a time.

"We'll set off at three o'clock tomorrow morning," Youren said.

Qiong walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to help him fasten the last button on his collar. Her fingers were cool, and when they touched his Adam's apple, she didn't pull them back.

"We won back," Qiong said.

Yuuto took her hand and gently kissed the back of it.

Qiong withdrew her hand, turned around, and pulled Sanlun Xia out. The door closed behind her. The sound of two people's footsteps echoed in the corridor, one light and one heavy, gradually fading into the distance.

When Ninety-Nine arrived in London, it was already 2 a.m.

Qiong was awakened by footsteps in the hallway. She opened her eyes to find the bed beside her empty. The blanket on Yuuto's spot was off, and the pillow was still warm. She sat up and heard people talking in the living room, their voices not loud.

Qiong put on her slippers and walked over. The living room lights were on, and Yuuto was standing by the window. On the coffee table was a small combination lock suitcase with the lid open, revealing several neatly stacked documents inside.

Yuki sat on the sofa, her long golden hair slightly disheveled by the night breeze. She hadn't taken off her coat yet, and was sitting with her legs crossed, holding a can of beer she had taken from the hotel minibar.

"Hey, Yuuto." Tsukumo held up a beer can and waved it at him. "Your hotel is nice, it's just a bit far from the airport."

Yuuto drew the curtains and sat down opposite her. "Was the journey smooth?"

"It was alright, just the layover was annoying. I waited for four hours at Frankfurt Airport, ate a terrible pasta meal, and drank two cups of coffee that were as weak as water." As he spoke, Jiujiu pulled a folded piece of paper from his coat pocket and threw it on the coffee table. "But it was worth it. This is a topographical map of the Glencoe Gorge. I flew there myself to take a look."

Yuuto picked it up and unfolded it.

The terrain of Glencoe Canyon is much more complex than the version hand-drawn by Sunshine.

The mountain walls on both sides are steep, the valley floor is densely forested, and the river meanders through it, with many naturally formed caves and fissures.

The location circled in red is at the deepest part of the canyon, where there is an area completely shielded by a barrier. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary rock wall, but Ninety-Nine's spell detected an anomaly.

"I released the Phoenix Wheel and let it spin around; the barrier's coverage area is about ten kilometers in radius."

Ninety-Nine took a swig of beer: "And there's more than one layer. The outer layer is a regular shielding barrier, the middle layer is an illusion barrier that distorts perception, and the innermost layer is the real sealing barrier. It's a completely different story!"

She yawned, placed the beer can on the coffee table, and said casually:

"However, I can handle it. My technique can directly imbue the barrier carrier with an imaginary weight, causing its structure to be unable to withstand its own pressure and collapse from the inside."

"But it takes time; it requires at least ten minutes of continuous output without interruption."

Chapter 131 Operation Begins

"Born of darkness, and reaching the deepest darkness."

“All filth and impurities shall be cleansed away.”

Deep in a primeval forest somewhere in Europe, hundreds of people recited in unison.

The sound echoed in the twilight, each incantation carrying a solid magical power, surging towards the sky like layers of a tide.

A colossal curtain slowly descended, a semi-transparent black barrier hanging from the clouds, enveloping the forest for miles around.

This is where the Pale Knight and his retinue are hiding.

The moment the curtain fell, the light deep in the forest was cut in two.

Inside the tent, the twilight was filtered into a layer of hazy, dim light.

Outside the tent, the last rays of the setting sun still danced on the treetops.

Hundreds of sorcerers spread out along the edge of the tent, with one stationed every few dozen meters, making hand seals and injecting sorcery into the barrier to encircle the area like an iron barrel.

Ten barrier masters were positioned on the outermost layer. They did not participate in the battle, but were only responsible for maintaining the stability of the tent and ensuring that nothing could escape from inside.

Yu Ren and Jiu Jiu were stationed on a high ground at the outer edge of the tent.

Ninety-Nine turned up her coat collar to block the wind, her long blonde hair becoming slightly disheveled. She pulled a mint from her pocket, popped it into her mouth, and asked, her words muffled:

"What about Nanami and Kusakabe?"

Yu Ren didn't look at her, his gaze fixed on the dark forest deep within the tent: "They're preparing with men."

The sorcerers responsible for assisting Yuuto and Tsukumo Yuki this time are mainly from Nanami and Kusakabe, numbering over 300.

About half of them are from the sorcery community in Europe.

The other half was brought from the Spell Seed Alliance.

After thinking for a moment, Jiujiu nodded slightly and asked no more questions.

Before the curtain fell, the pale knight deep in the forest had already sensed something was amiss.

A pure white figure sat atop a throne made of withered wood and bones, the pure white gilded armor gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Nearly a thousand members of the royal retinue were scattered around the throne, their appearances varied and their ranks clearly defined, filling the clearing in the woods to the brim.

The Pale Knight did not move.

With a blockade covering a radius of a hundred miles and hundreds of sorcerers casting spells simultaneously, this battle was inevitable, only it came a little earlier than he had anticipated.

He raised the bone spear, its tip slicing through the void, silently unfurling a gray-white spatial rift.

The moment the edge of the crack touched the curtain, it was bounced back by an invisible force.

The spell of the Ninety-Nine Yogis has been embedded in the barrier.

The pale knight sheathed his lance and slowly stood up.

The face shrouded in a pure white halo was expressionless, but the surrounding retinues all lowered their heads, as if awaiting some command.

He wasn't too worried.

In just a few months, he had transformed nearly a thousand followers with his "victories." These followers were selected from the cities he had slaughtered, and through the corruption and transformation caused by plague and miasma, they were changed from ordinary humans into warriors loyal to him.

The ranks progressed from low to high, forming an army that should not be underestimated.

The spell "False Victory Bow - Plague Apocalypse" is the core power that allows him to enhance himself and create followers.

It has several derived abilities.

Arrowless Curse Wave.

The bowstring vibrates in the air, releasing a wave of mental bewitching magic. Those struck by it fall into a hallucination of submission, worshipping the person as a god.

The curse wave is invisible and intangible. The only way to defend against it is to use curse power to create a barrier on the body. Although there are other methods, it is still extremely difficult to completely defend against it.

The baptism of the plague arrow.

The bone arrows, imbued with plague miasma, are fired, triggering an incurable plague upon impact.

It manifests as physical ulceration and complete necrosis of the curse energy circuits.

The defense method is similar to that of Arrowless Curse Wave, which involves using a spell to create a barrier of curse power on the body's surface, or using special forces to defend against the intrusion of curse power.

They won again and again.

It devours the souls and magical power of the defeated, and strengthens itself without limit.

It grew stronger with each battle, and with each batch of souls it devoured, another gilded pattern appeared on its armor, and the white bones on its bow became increasingly pale.

The nearly one thousand followers converted in the past few months were mostly cultivated from corpses after the massacre of the city using this ability.

The pale knight stepped down from the throne, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

A pure white calamity horse emerged from the shadows, its bony hooves clattering softly on the withered branches.

He mounted his horse, his white bone spear pointing diagonally at the ground, its pure white halo standing out starkly in the twilight.

The tent had been completely lowered.

But he just stood there, without giving any instructions.

He was waiting. Waiting for the other person to come in.

His subordinates and their families were also fully organized.

The lowest-ranking cannon fodder is called Niesheng.

They were conceived directly from plague and miasma, or transformed from ordinary civilians.

The number is in the tens of thousands, endless.