Inner Destroyer

　"Purple Lightning Palm, half-strength."

　Invisible electricity immediately penetrated into the young lady's limbs and bones, and hit her central nervous system with violent force.

　“Yiyiyioo ...

　The bar lady suddenly emitted an extremely shocking sound effect, her whole body vibrated, she fell to her knees, stuck out her tongue, her pupils had lost their luster, she was unconscious, and had a look of "ah hey" on her face.

　Urine, soaking the carpet behind the bar.

　Qi Xing quickly pulled away and shook his head.

　Why did the Global Supernatural Council honor Qi Xing as "Master Leipu"? Besides praising his immense power, it was primarily because "Thunder Method" was the cornerstone of Qi Xing's cultivation.

　Ten years ago, after Qi Xing ran away from home, he learned many different schools of magic around the world. However, his foundation was still the introductory techniques he had memorized in the immortal cultivation family before his escape.

　Doesn't that family practice zombie cultivation? What does that have to do with thunder magic? Actually, it's quite related. As early as the Song Dynasty, when Taoists first studied the Five Thunder Method, they discovered that by passing lightning through a corpse, even if the soul had already departed, the dead could be revived.

　Therefore, Song Dynasty Taoists revered the Emperor of Thunder as a Celestial Lord. "Thunder God of Universal Transformation" held the power over all life and death in the universe, summoning the winds and generals, commanding ghosts and gods, and having the power of life and death. He was both the Father of All Lives, who rewarded the virtuous, and the God of Life, who punished the wicked.

　The Huainanzi states, "When yin and yang come into contact, they produce thunder." Thunder law encompasses the vibrations of yin and yang in heaven and earth, and is in no way encompassed by ordinary "electricity" or "sound waves."

　Yin and Yang are the root of all things, and can be expressed as "life" and "death." Since corpses can be revived by thunder, then at the point of intersection between life and death, in the realm of the Thunder Emperor who controls life and death, the end point of the Thunder Cultivation Path is...

　Will there be a supreme realm where yin and yang are united as one?

　Qi Xing was clearly still far from perfect. However, through a special mental method, he transformed his zhenqi into electricity, which he released upon contact, allowing him to control the lives of other creatures with his bare hands. He could cure illnesses and exorcise evil spirits, as well as slay demons and take lives.

　Similarly, simply poking someone with a finger could send their central nervous system into an unparalleled climax. Qi Xing could even capture a villain and instantly transform him, forcing him to use a shock collar for the rest of his life. Such terror was no joke.

　But at this moment, Qi Xing still felt ashamed of his negligence. He had underestimated the hypnotist.

　Even the bartender picked up a machete and wanted to cut up a chicken to pay for the drinks. There were more than 2,000 people on this ship, from the crew to every passenger... I'm afraid they have all been hypnotized.

　Qi Xing's electric shock treatment had knocked out a bartender, but what next? He still had no clue where the hypnotist was. Perhaps knocking out the bartender would alert the hypnotist to something unusual.

　(It's impossible for a mortal to hypnotize and brainwash over 2,000 people by himself. My total mana is ranked among the top ten in the world, but it's difficult for me to maintain my focus and brainwash 20 people.)

　Qi Xing is a demigod who lives forever. A single full-strength Thunder Fist can sink an aircraft carrier. If Uncle Hypnotist truly possesses a hundred times Qi Xing's power, he could easily smack the Vatican to death with a single blow, eliminating the need for escape. Such a monster with such exceptional stats shouldn't exist in the human world.

　Although this world is twisted and weird, it still has rules that keep it running, otherwise the world would have been destroyed long ago.

　(To be able to brainwash an entire ship on such a massive scale, it must be some kind of large-scale ritual... a ritual powered by ancient relics? Perhaps the Great Demon's magic power is indeed sufficient for such a thing. I'm not entirely sure about this. I can only ask Elaine.)

　Qi Xing quickly started to think,

　(But the ritual must have requirements and a purpose. What exactly is the purpose of this ritual? Is it really to summon some evil deity?)

　As he thought about this, he walked out of the bar and activated his headset communicator: "The sword is calling the Holy Grail, I'm afraid the whole ship is full of goats."

　There was no response from the communicator. All radio communications on the ship had been blocked.

　Qi Xing shook his head. Fortunately, he had been prepared for this routine. He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, folded it into a paper crane, and blew a breath of fairy air at it. The crane immediately came to life, flapped its wings, and flew away.

　Then Qi Xing thought about it, turned around and walked towards the entrance hall for boarding and exiting the ship.

　At first glance, the corridors around him looked the same as before, but Qi Xing could now sense an increasingly powerful force—pure and overwhelming divine power—spreading throughout the cruise ship. With each step forward, the scene before him shook, revealing two different images, as if two photographs were superimposed.

　A second ago, on the first level of the world, there were luxurious cabins designed for sea vacations, a lobby like the entrance of a luxury hotel, and waitresses in neat clothes were seriously receiving passengers. It was a very normal service.

　The next second, on the second layer, he saw them wearing wreaths of new buds on their heads, naked, walking with light and graceful steps, singing happy songs, drinking fine wine from each other's bodies, and feeding beer and bread to the guests with their own hands, praising the ancient gods together.

　"The great old king! Lord of Adobeth! Green God!"

　"You make beer rich and fill our bellies,"

　"Respond to our joy and let us start again!"

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　For you are the God who feeds the living and the dead! You are the God who gives bread and wine, death and peace, and second life!

　In the hall, a large group of guests were queuing up to receive these gifts. They were all adults, with no children to be seen.

　Faced with the wine and bread brought by the waiter, these men were willing to cut off their own penis in exchange as a matter of course - the price of bread and wine is chicken penis, isn't this common sense?

　The maids meticulously collected and arranged the cut chicken pieces one by one, smearing the blood on bread and adding beer. As they worked, they sang loudly around the large beer jar: "Let us laugh today, for tomorrow we will start all over again! For perfection must come through suffering, and glory through trials! Eat, drink, and be merry today!"

　Such a horrific act, like a paintbrush madly painting the layers of the world, caused the entire ship to distort and shake. Because the sight was truly terrifying.

　But at least Qi Xing now understood why the bartender tried to cut his dick.

　This act of cutting a chicken in exchange for wine was clearly a sacrificial ritual, not an offering in response to a summons.

　But to resurrect the dead.

　005: Stand up!

　Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

　Let's not talk about Qi Xing's brazen strutting around the upper deck, deliberately attracting the enemy's attention. But let's talk about Sister Elaine. After all, she didn't have Qi Xing's immense strength, and she was more adept at delicate tasks. Qi Xing deliberately sought attention, personally jumping in and stirring things up; she did the opposite, quietly hiding, analyzing the situation from the outside, searching for the key to a breakthrough.

　Although she was definitely not a ninja, the Crusades had a tradition since ancient times that actually had the secret of hiding, observing the situation, and waiting for an opportunity to act.

　As expected, Elaine, who was acting in secret, not only quickly noticed the same situation as Qi Xing, but she also discovered more.

　She discovered that all the men on the ship, no matter how normal they were doing, would eventually be willing to exchange their own ██ for these things as long as they tried to eat bread, drink wine, or eat anything made of wheat.

　The waiters on the boat are now busy cutting █.

　The men who lost their █ didn't care, didn't feel the pain, because it was obviously normal. The waiters would collect all the █, put them in boxes, and send them to the lower area of ​​the cruise ship in carts.

　The men were gone, bleeding, and soon they were mostly dead. The waiters put the bodies into boxes and carried them to the cabin one by one.

　This scene was truly horrifying, enough to shatter the mind and shatter the common sense of the world. But Elaine remained unmoved.

　What were they going to do with all the █ and █████ bodies? More importantly, where were the missing children hidden?

　Elaine was concerned about these things, so she hid her body, secretly followed the waiters, and quietly walked towards the lower deck of the cruise ship.

　The extravagant entertainment areas are only a small part of a luxury cruise ship, like only one-third of an iceberg above water. The remaining large area is purely "staff areas," off-limits to guests and not open to ordinary passengers.

　For example, the engine room, for example, the warehouse.

　The waitresses hummed songs and pushed carts into the warehouse.

　But when Elaine followed them into the warehouse, she found nothing but boxes and dust. In the blink of an eye, the waitresses pushing the carts had vanished without a trace.

　(Block? Or illusion?)

　The nun reached out and gently touched the wall of the warehouse, trying to grasp the power hidden beneath the surface. But she could only feel the undercurrent, but could not grasp the specific flow.

　After a moment's thought, Elaine took out a marker and began scribbling sacred symbols on the boxes and walls of the warehouse.

　People around the world are more or less familiar with some of the sacred symbols of Christianity, such as the cross. While there are many other symbols, such as the fish, the most important one is, of course, the cross itself. For those who truly believe, these symbols and emblems are more than just symbols.

　Elaine had just finished drawing a Jerusalem cross on the wall when she felt the surrounding bulkheads and even the entire ship twisting and trembling slightly, trying to resist the ink.

　This is not a good sign.

　The Church's mysteries lack direct influence on the physical world, specializing instead in interfering with the spirit and magic itself. These sacred runes are spiritual weapons. The ideal tactic for Church witch hunters against sorcerers is to set up an anti-magic field, surround the sorcerer with twenty to one man, and then execute them with swords, guns, and bullets.

　In other words, if even the cross Elaine painted on the wall caused the wall itself to rebel, then the ship was clearly very unphysical.

　(Oops, we still underestimated Professor Vanstra.)

　The nun couldn't help but secretly groan in her heart,

　(This ship is already the "inner world"!)

　[Inner boundary]

　——The inner world, unlike the outer world, cannot be seen in broad daylight, it is an abnormal world. It is far from normal and is built on abnormal common sense.

　It is well known that a highly skilled hypnotist can use hypnosis to create illusions in the brain of others, resulting in death.

　However, what's more, it is said that people who have reached the highest level of cultivation can even hypnotize the world and change the world's common sense.

　This cruise ship, which has been driven into the vast ocean, isolated from the rest of the world, and even the laws of physics have been hypnotically altered, has naturally become an independent [Inner World]

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　】. Nothing is surprising here, because everything that seems abnormal to outsiders is common sense to those inside.

　Positional confrontation is a tradition of magical warfare. Magicians of any school can only unleash their highest power in a realm that resonates with their school.

　So, in a small, independent world where common sense has changed, how powerful would its creator be? Wouldn't he be like a god? Who would want to fight the master of another world?

　"I'm afraid Qi Xing would be the only one who would say he's looking forward to this challenge."

　Elaine muttered quietly as she picked up the marker and continued to draw the holy symbol mercilessly.

　"But I only play games on normal difficulty."

　Soon, as she continued to draw and draw, and wrote more and more—footsteps began to be heard deeper in the warehouse.

　"Guest, what are you doing there? This is the staff area!"

　A waitress came out from deeper inside the warehouse and was shocked to see Elaine drawing on the wall.

　“Please don’t graffiti on the walls!”

　Elaine sighed and didn't look back.

　A revolver fell from her sleeve into her hand.

　There was a loud bang, and before the waitress could jump up, a bullet had already pierced her forehead, exploding into a cloud of blood.

　"Don't insult my intelligence."

　It wasn't enough to just fire the gun, Elaine also complained about it.

　"It's impossible for someone who can come out of the deep inner world to be normal."

　Perhaps Professor Vanstra thought that exorcists would be lenient in order to avoid hurting ordinary women.

　Ordinary exorcist nuns may indeed show mercy - but then they will be attacked by evil demons using ordinary people, backstabbed, knocked to the ground, ███, drunk into puffs, and their eyes will lose their luster.

　But Elaine is not your average exorcist nun.

　If I hesitate, what then? Even if the demons transform the demon-repelling JK into flesh armor, I cannot hesitate or show mercy. Only swift action and unwavering conviction can save lives, or else I will risk my own.

　She is the assistant of "Master Lei Pu". After spending a long time with Qi Xing, she has gained some understanding of him. She knows that she should think independently and not blindly follow the common sense of the world around her.

　(It’s probably no coincidence that the harder I prayed for the consecration, the more immediately this hypnotized person intervened.)

　She thought to herself,

　(A mortal couldn't possibly maintain such a powerful "Inner World." It must be powered by a holy relic... Or maybe we could just dive deeper and see if we could just unplug it?)

　The waitress came out from the deep level and was not only shot dead by Elaine, but also exposed the path to the deep level.

　As the saying goes: If the enemy's defense is broken, you must rush over and continue to attack. You can't give birth to a tiger cub without taking the risk. Just don't give birth to one yourself.

　Of course, this situation could also be a trap. Unlike Qi Xing, Elaine didn't think rushing in without preparation was a good idea. A retreat still needed to be planned in advance.

　She activated her earpiece communicator—to no avail. In the "Inner Realm," radio signals were barely perceptible. So Elaine settled for the next best thing, pulling several scraps of paper covered in writing from her sleeves and nailing them to the walls of the warehouse.

　Then, while silently praying not to be discovered by the enemy, she strengthened her faith and began to squeeze into the depths of the warehouse where there seemed to be no way out.

　Squeezing deeper and deeper into the dark depths of the ship, into the deeper reaches of the "Inner World," felt like squeezing into the dank bowels of a gigantic monster. From within the ship, the humming, whirring of machinery could be heard, a terrifying hum like the churning of intestines. Everything around me seemed unnatural, and the depths of this hypnotized world were both strange and unsettling.

　Finally, Elaine found a door in the darkness. She hesitated for a moment and then opened it, and a sad ghostly song suddenly rang out.

　Inside the gate was darkness, complete darkness. The only sound one could hear was some women chanting some strange, mysterious, mournful songs. The ghostly voices were like the souls of the dead on the other side singing to the living. The tunes changed strangely, suddenly becoming louder, then lowering to a gentle hum, blending into the murmur of the sea.

　Elaine couldn't hear the words, but she knew it was a sad song.

　The music was beautiful, but it made Elaine shiver. There was also a nauseatingly heavy smell of incense.

　Finally, as her eyes gradually saw through the darkness, Elaine finally saw the secret of the hypnotist uncle.

　She saw the black throne standing at the far end of the ship's belly.

　She saw a group of worshippers kneeling on the black stone floor, half men and half women. The men had their penises cut off, and the girls were all young children. Elaine had seen the photos of all the missing girls and immediately realized that half of them were here.

　But this isn't necessarily good news.

　A man who looked to be about forty stood to the right of the Black Throne. He looked quite gentle, not very tall or strong. He wore only a simple black robe and black-framed glasses, and held a slender crooked staff in his hand. Elaine was very familiar with this face, for he was Professor Dalek Vanstra, the one they were hunting.

　A young woman sat upon the Black Throne. Her long black hair was tied back in a bun, secured by a golden ring from which protruded two sharp horns. A heavy golden collar adorned her neck. She wore no other clothing, save a crimson cloak that enveloped her entire body. Though seated on the throne, her eyes were dull and her body seemed poised to collapse at any moment.

　When she saw the girl, Elaine's heart sank because she had seen that face in the file before.