I am a godslayer, not your hero.

then----

Accept them as fate.

No matter how unreasonable or tragic the tragedy, as long as it is the act of the sovereign, we have no choice but to accept it.

It was a sickeningly beautiful sight.

"destiny……"

Ophelia muttered.

The next moment, her consciousness returned here.

The next day, Ophelia was transferred to the Alejandro Institute in Lizetania.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The painful roar pierced the sky and echoed in every corner of the institute.

Ophelia's throat was split and her mouth was full of blood foam. Her limbs, which were fixed to the observation equipment, were struggling as if they were broken, but the layers of special restraints wrapped around her sealed her so that she could not move at all.

The whole body was tortured and felt severe pain.

Because Ophelia's body is being reassembled from scratch.

From an ordinary human body to a "Star Vein Generation" body.

During this long torture, Ophelia's fear was like a bottomless abyss, devouring her soul.

She was terrified of the "power" that was growing within her body. Compared to this fear, the pain of having her body torn apart was almost insignificant.

This power is the evidence of a close connection with the world over there.

A fragment of the powerful, relentless, overwhelming power of God.

That fragment may change something depending on how it is used, but if it is used incorrectly once, it may bring irreparable misfortune and destruction.

I don't need this kind of power!

I don’t want it either!

For her, this was just too much.

It is clear that just one flower is enough for my life, but I happen to have such a powerful power.

I want to discard that kind of power right now.

If it can't be achieved, then just commit suicide.

However, she failed.

I can't even commit suicide...

In the end, Ophelia succumbed to her fate.

If I take away countless lives, and can only use this power to destroy, this is my fate, and this is what God wants...

Then just accept this fate.

Because she obeyed her fate and the powerful star god, she survived.

In her later life, Ophelia never felt that she had done anything wrong, nor did she think that resistance would lead to better results. She still submitted to her fate.

"What a disgusting slave to fate!"

The person who said this was the only person Ophelia hated.

With just one glance, Ophelia saw through the other person.

That's someone just like her.

Just as alone.

The same thing: contentment.

He also encountered an irresistible fate (God).

The only difference is...

He chose to resist.

He survived because he rebelled against fate and powerful gods.

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

Mingxian was wearing red dragon armor and holding a big knife, and he went straight towards Ophelia.

Clang!

The broadsword and the snake sword collided.

The two looked at each other through their helmets, and purple crystals lit up under their steel eye masks.

"It's just you I can't tolerate and won't allow you to crush my destiny!"

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

It definitely can't be you!

Snapped!Snapped!

Under Ophelia's feet, it seemed as if there were thousands of dead souls wailing, and the miasma surged out like a black torrent, forming a huge dead arm. The arm was twisted and powerful, as if it could tear apart anything that stood in its way.

As the miasma arm appeared, she simultaneously raised her snake staff.

A card flickered in the dim light and was slowly placed into the snake staff.

"Vemon Vent!"

The emotionless mechanical sound rang out in the empty battlefield, like a sentence of death.

A page of the heavenly book was activated.

A gigantic mechanical cobra slowly emerged from the shadows, its sinuous body flickering in the moonlight. Its golden lines lit up, like flowing blood, emitting massive amounts of toxins. A suffocating stench filled the air.

The venom of the Serpent King and Ophelia's miasma combined perfectly at this moment, as if the two extreme forces between heaven and earth were merging with each other, producing a terrifying mutation.

Not only that, but there are also fragments inside Ophelia.

That is the divine blood that the Fairy King, a high-level spiritual being, bestows upon those who come into contact with him (the priest).

The cursed power flowed out unconsciously.

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

Although, that god is not as powerful as the gods in [Mythology].

boom!

The miasma arm that could corrode other objects just by touching them was now raised high, covering the sky and the sun, like a towering building rising from the ground, casting a dark road on the earth.

This big hand, like the declaration of the god of death, slapped down violently towards Mingxian!

Ming Xian raised the dragon sword high, and red dragon flames emerged from his body, like a fire spirit dancing around him.

His mind instantly recalled all the martial arts of the Tianwu Chenming School.

These martial arts techniques seem to be linked together by invisible threads, being analyzed, reorganized, broken up, and reorganized again in an instant.

The secret of the Amagiri Tatsumi-ryu swordsmanship - Shura Moon.

The knife swung out a flash like a crescent moon, cutting the air in two.

At this moment, this move is no longer comparable to the accumulated experience of rigid human martial artists, but rather an individual's understanding of the world and his perception of life and death.

The knife flashed like lightning across the night sky.

Zheng!

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

Mingxian slashed at the void in front!

The flash of the sword was as fleeting as a crescent moon, but it had the power to change the world and reverse destiny.

The miasma arm was ignited with flames under the cutting of the knife. After being split in half by the knife, the flames spread instantly, turning the miasma arm into two huge tongues of fire.

puff!puff!

Tongues of fire poured out and fell to the ground.

Zheng!

A cold flash of a knife cut through the sky, and Ming Xian's figure was as fast as lightning. In an instant, he was in front of Ophelia, with the blade pointing directly at her head.

Countless strange arms suddenly appeared around Ophelia, formed by thick miasma and toxins. Their shapes were distorted and their outlines were blurred, like the claws of the devil crawling out from the depths of hell, emitting suffocating poison and despair.

These arms were swollen and fat, as if carrying endless pain and resentment. They twisted wildly, not only shaking the air but also eroding the earth, turning everything around them into nothing.

At this moment, it seemed that the only thing left in the world was the confrontation between the monstrous miasma and the lonely shadow of Mingxian.

The hand of miasma was like a giant snake in the raging sea, sweeping towards Mingxian with destructive power!

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Ming Xian's expression remained unchanged, and his movements of sheathing the sword were smooth and decisive.

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

Zheng!

The next moment, Ming Xian drew his sword again!

The sword light turned into a dragon, with dragon flames swirling around it, hot and dazzling, instantly igniting a miasma hand.

The arm twisted and screamed in the flames.

Eventually it turns into nothingness and disappears into formlessness.

Immediately afterwards, the sword light continued, and every swing was a judgment on the miasma.

The dragon flame was like a raging fire, devouring all obstacles.

Swing the knife!

Swing the knife!

Swing the knife continuously!

Every movement of the string is accompanied by the evaporation of miasma.

The fierce wind and the blade fire intertwined into a web, and even the flapping of a crane's wings could not escape its edge.

Looking down from the sky, this battle turned into a dazzling dragon fire flower, gorgeous and cruel. The boundless miasma hands melted one by one under this flame, and finally only a piece of scorched earth and ruins were left.

This is the secret of Toto Ryu.

He possesses forty-nine kinds of combos, not giving the opponent any chance to breathe, and continuously slashing. Through subtle guidance such as breathing, spacing, and sight, he can block the opponent's counterattack and create a situation to suppress the opponent until he is defeated.

At this time, this skill in Mingxian's hands has far exceeded Todo Kirin's understanding.

Even the founders.

Even the most accomplished ones.

I can only admit defeat.

"It's all over the world!"

Ophelia raised the snake staff in her hand, and in an instant, the huge body of the serpent king rose from the ground, opened its huge mouth that could swallow the world, and the golden lines on its body lit up again, as if it had come alive.

This time, it no longer emitted poisonous mist, but endless venom flowed out of its mouth.

As soon as the venom hit the ground, it immediately corroded the earth and turned it into a charred black.

A large amount of miasma gushed out from all directions, and they transformed into giant miasma trees that were hundreds of meters long, like a forest of giant trees, covering the sky.

Every giant tree exudes a strange aura that makes people feel chilled.

Seeing this, Ming Xian took a step forward, drew a dragon beast shield from the deck of cards and put it into his left hand.

"Contract reading!"

A red dragon flew out from the raging fire with tremendous power. Ming Xian leaped onto the dragon's back and flew into the sky.

He was like a king controlling fire, looking down upon the giant miasma tree below.

Those huge trees, either straight or diagonally, rose up from under their feet, like sharp arrows, trying to shoot down the red dragon in the sky.

The red dragon danced and meandered among the giant trees, like a nimble dragon, constantly spitting out dragon flames, evaporating the miasma-filled giant trees without a trace.