My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

Psionic skills can no longer penetrate its defenses, and the melta sword has been destroyed. The only thing that can cause damage to it is the frost blade.

Noita panted softly, keeping his distance to prevent the Illusionary Demon from taking advantage of this change.

This is where her disadvantage lies.

Without reaching the second level, she could not use magic power, which made it difficult to replenish her strength after it was consumed, and she had to rest to recover.

Normal combat is enough, but this guy can be reborn continuously, which is really abominable.

Noita retrieves spells, ready to use them on the enemy after the Blood of Steel is depleted.

The illusory demon stayed where it was and did not pursue. Its appearance at this moment was very different from its original form. Its eyes were bright and intelligent. It was not as bloodthirsty as before and seemed no longer to be controlled by the person behind the scenes.

Convinced of the enemy's imminent defeat, it called out, "Warrior, if you were in the depths of your fathers' dreams, you would surely have become a hero whose fame would resonate with the world. Kings would be less glorious than you, heroes less beautiful than you. Your deeds would be celebrated alongside those of Perseus and his ilk, and the gods in heaven would have treated you with special favor. But today you must die at the hands of Typhon's son. Remember my name, Phaethon."

It turned out to be him.

Noita recalled the story about Phaethon in the game.

Phaethon was the son of Helios, the sun god. However, due to his inability to control the sun's chariot, which damaged the earth, he was struck by lightning and fell into the sea, where he was buried ever since. This is the story of the original Greek myth, but Gaia adds to it.

Typhon's minions found his body and re-conceived it, and the second birth became Typhon's offspring.

Because he controlled the sun to destroy the earth, he had the power to destroy fertile land and turn oases into deserts.

In this case, he is the culprit who caused the city of Attica to disappear in the shallow dream.

Noita dodged the attack and tried to ask, "Since you are the scourge of Attica, why don't you fulfill your mission instead of fighting me?"

"I will put an end to those clowns who attempt to manipulate me, but heroes like you also disgust me. To prevent you from disturbing the dreams of our ancestors, you must die here and never take another step forward. Besides, you've destroyed my form so many times, so what if I destroy you once?"

Okay, okay, now that our defense has been broken, we must get back at them, right?

Noita was shocked and flew in the strong wind to avoid Phaethon's pursuit.

The direction she was flying was exactly where the city of Attica was.

Let me see if you will still chase me when the city of Attica really appears in front of you.

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Chapter 146: No Plan, No Plan to Fail

The fierce wind roared, sounding the prelude to destruction.

The city of Attica was protected by a layer of faint light. The sandstorms that wanted to destroy everything were greatly weakened after passing through this layer of light and turned into a harmless breeze.

The lake in the center of the city was stirred by the incoming sandstorm, and the pure lake water rose and fell, as if scolding the disaster, demanding it to retreat immediately.

The water source of the oasis has always been sacred and possessed some kind of mysterious power. The lake that brings vitality to the city of Attica is no exception. This sacred water source was once one of the three thousand daughters of the Ocean Goddess, a nymph fairy who was respected and worshipped.

Even though its name has been lost and its personality has been lost like a river, its power has not diminished. The yellow sand cannot cover it and the high temperature cannot evaporate it. The fairy's divine power maintains the area of ​​the lake, allowing it to be forever vibrant and never dry up.

It was precisely because of the existence of this water source that Attila took root in the desert and created an oasis. As long as he had this inexhaustible water source, the city of Attica could continue to exist.

However, today the lake faced a challenge. The disaster that had been following Attica since she left the deep dream came back. The disaster evolved into a sandstorm and manifested a monster named Phaethon, intending to bury the city of Attica completely.

Anjou stood on the shore, recording the lake's waterline.

The turbulent lake water overflowed the bank and submerged her ankles. The water was still clear and sweet, but its color was extremely bright red, like blood flowing from the earth, which was chilling at the sight.

She noted the waterline and returned to the temple.

Inside the temple, a feast of slaughter ended quietly in the long, dark night. The priest fell to the ground, his heart removed, and he died with his eyes open.

Qingyu stood among the corpses, holding a stone tablet in his hand, and comprehended the contents on the stone tablet with a smile.

Anru knelt on one knee and presented the recorded data to Qingyu: "Teacher, this is the change in the central lake during this period."

Qingyu put down the slate, took the notebook, glanced at it casually, and put it aside, then looked at the student with interest.

She asked gently, "Do you regret getting on this pirate ship of mine?"

The dim curtains blocked the candlelight. Anru didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that there were some subtle rustling sounds in the teacher's voice.

Anjou remained silent and said nothing.

The girl's silent posture made Qingyu giggle. She lowered her hands, placed her slender fingers on Anru's head, and gently stroked the girl's hair to soothe her panicked heart.

"Since you don't want to answer, forget it. After all, it's come to this point and there's no point in regretting it." Qingyu asked again, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

Anjou murmured, asking what was bothering her: "The monster has broken free from your control. Was this part of your plan?"

"Plan? No no, I don't have a plan."

Qingyu bent down, lifted Anru's chin, and looked into her eyes.

At a very close distance, Anru saw Qingyu's pupils. The irises were pure white and the pupils were pitch black. The contrast between black and white was extremely eye-catching, making people unable to help but pay more attention to her eyes.

But once you pay too much attention, you will find that Qingyu's pupils are strangely black, expanding and shrinking from time to time, as terrifying as the mouthparts of a worm, which makes people feel cold in their hearts.

Qingyu heard the instructor say, "I had no plans before or after receiving this pottery jar. I simply transformed the Heart-Eviscera with the help of the worm's power. After all, there were so many raw materials in the city, and I just wanted to make some monsters. You know that feeling, when you have a lot of materials left after an experiment, you can't help but use them."

"Back to Phaethon. Um, that's the name of that monster. I don't know how I found out, but after merging with that worm, I've been learning some mysterious knowledge from time to time. Is this supposed to be one of the worm's characteristics?"

"Let's get back to the point. That illusory demon is Phaethon, but Phaethon isn't the illusory demon; it's the sandstorm itself. Phaethon's goal is to destroy Attica, but he won't stick to a single method. Burying it in sand is fine, or burning it with fire is equally acceptable. Phaethon only wants the result."

"Originally, it hadn't reached this stage yet, as this was only the early stages of the sandstorm. Under my guidance, it would become a wall separating the inner and outer worlds, gradually consuming the Atticans' living space and forcing them to die in despair and pain. Who could have imagined a twist? Noita killed the Demon of Illusion."

Anjou asked, "Isn't this right?"

"Of course not. Noita destroyed the Illusionary Demon cleanly and efficiently in the open air. That was impressive, but I had given the Illusionary Demon the command to kill everyone. The control I exerted was too strong, so even after being destroyed, it still retained the command. This command caused the sandstorm to change, causing it to support the Illusionary Demon and allow it to be reborn."

Qingyu sighed, "But Noita's killing methods were too efficient. He destroyed the Illusionary Demon several times. In the constant destruction and rebirth, the instructions I left behind were damaged. The Illusionary Demon became stronger and stronger, until it was strong enough to carry Phaethon's consciousness, allowing him to manifest. Thus, a monster that no one could control was born."

"This is outrageous. In all my years, I've never seen a first-level being slaughter a second-level being openly and honestly more than a dozen times."

"So, from the very beginning, this matter was out of my control. Originally, I planned to let this illusory demon take care of Noita and then find a place to stay and let it play on its own."

While they were talking, a meteor flashed across the sky, and the fire-bathed warriors streaked across the dark sky and fell into the city of Attica like a fire meteor.

Noita passed unhindered through the barrier of light that sheltered Attica and glided down to a rooftop.

The dim light was unaffected by the sandstorm, and even the air was mild, not as harsh as outside.

Phaethon was refused entry. He floated in the sky, looking down indifferently at the entire city.

Seeing that he couldn't come in, Noita glanced at it from a distance, and disappeared from Phaethon's sight in a flash.

The outcome has not yet been decided, the wrestling still binds the two men together, and they both believe there is still one battle left between them, a battle to the end.

Now is the time for intrigue, and intrigue is also part of the struggle.

"Noita is coming in."

Sensing someone passing through the dim light barrier, Qingyu instantly knew the identity of the visitor.

"Should we go meet her? It doesn't seem right. Judging from her revealed temper, I'm afraid she'll kill you with a single blow and put an end to it all." Qingyu asked herself, then answered, "What's your decision?"

"I'm not familiar with her. Besides, you left my fake body in the ruins. In her eyes, I must be dead."

"Then it would be appropriate to stay here."

Qingyu snapped his fingers, and the bodies of the priests and the blood and dirt in the temple disappeared completely.

"Come with me."

Qingyu was wearing a pure white priest robe as she walked through a side door toward the back of the temple, asking Anru to follow her.

They crossed the empty riverbank, passed several prominent buildings, and arrived at a recently built altar.

In the center of the altar, a beautiful black-haired girl was sleeping peacefully. It was a high-quality sleep that was almost like a coma. If no one woke her up, she could sleep until the end of time.

Now, Qingyu needs her to wake up.

"Your Highness, it's time to wake up."

Chapter 147: The Defeat of the Phantom Demon

The phantom demon woke up from a long dream because of the call. He blinked his bright eyes and saw Qingyu who was dressed solemnly.

She remembered that she couldn't beat the fake Hongrong and was defeated and knocked unconscious. Why did she see Qingyu when she opened her eyes?

Could it be that he was saved by her?

The phantom demon tried to move, but found that his body was difficult to move and he could only make slight movements.

She observed Qingyu calmly, hoping to find clues from her expression. However, the closer she looked, the more uneasy she felt - why did Qingyu's eyes resemble that of the fake Hongrong?

A similar inhuman feeling lingered around them.

Worried about the road ahead, the phantom demon forced out a warm smile and greeted Qingyu: "Did you save me?"

Qingyu smiled lightly and gave the phantom demon no chance to turn around and said, "I was the one who kidnapped you, Your Highness Attica."

The monsters in the sandstorm have always been targeting the "princess", and the students and mercenaries killed in the search process are just small dishes.

Oh, damn.

Huanmo was in a heavy mood and her head was buzzing. She hated these straightforward people, especially when they were often stronger than her.

But the situation was stronger than him. The Phantom Demon struggled and asked, "Do you want a ransom? My boss is wealthy and a favorite of the extraordinary. Just send her the ransom letter and she will definitely give you an offer you can't refuse."

Qingyu smiled subtly but politely, trying not to let the ridicule hurt the phantom demon.

But the phantom demon had been injured.

She continued, "Well, my relationship with my boss isn't exactly close, so she might not spend money on me. But I'm the Princess of Attica now, and if you want Attica's treasures, I can give them all to you, considering Attica's resources and your favor."

Qingyu smiled again.

Such shameless words could be uttered by this noble face. If the bright-eyed girl in the deep dream knew about this, she would probably wipe this person out immediately.

She is really funny, but it’s a pity that Qingyu is not here to entertain fools.

Qingyu sat on the edge of the altar, gazing calmly at the phantom demon, examining her face carefully, not wanting to miss any detail.

The man's gaze, as if looking at a work of art, made the phantom demon feel uneasy, fearing that the man was going to embed him in wax and make him a wax figure that would never fade.

Fortunately, Qingyu didn't like this way of playing. She was just confirming the quality of the phantom and how much of the "princess" status she had obtained.

As a result, she was very satisfied.

Qingyu nodded happily and said, "You have grown up, Princess."

This statement made the phantom demon jump up and down excitedly on the altar: "What? Can you please speak human language? If you want to kill me, at least let me die knowingly. Otherwise, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost! And your perverted statement is disgusting!"

"I sincerely apologize for making you feel uncomfortable." Qingyu put away her smile and sighed. "This tone was chosen based on my experience with you and the other students. It should make you feel comfortable."

Qingyu shook his head, stood up, and ordered Anru to leave and go outside the sacrificial site.

"Since you want to know the whole story, I'll help you sort it out. The story begins in this city. Do you know the prototype of Attica? What was its original name?"

Qingyu was concentrating on carving the sacred patterns of sacrifice on the altar, and answered without hesitation: "In the beginning, the city of Attica was a ship called the Ship of Theseus, the work of a certain philosopher."

There is a drifting world in the deep dream, which is the last echo of the Olympian gods, a dream that only exists in Typhon's dream, a dream within a dream.

Philosophers in a deep dream observed the sea of ​​fire, hoping to explore the world beyond. The wise gods supported their plan and allowed them to build a large ship to cross the sea. The philosophers asked the king for building materials and sought strength from the gods. Over many years, using only their skills as a foundation, they built a celestial ship capable of crossing the sea of ​​fire.

The ship of Theseus set sail with blessings, but Typhon's fire could burn everything. After sailing for many years, the ship was finally burned. The surface of the ship was as dry as charcoal, and pieces fell off one by one and disappeared in the depths of the sea of ​​fire.

But the ship continued to sail. The outer shell made of divine iron was burned, and the devil fire in the sea of ​​fire was bound and forged into a new hull.

Destroyed and recast again and again, replaced and repaired again and again, after an unknown amount of time, the ship of Theseus finally passed through the sea of ​​fire and arrived at the shallow dream.

"Is this the origin of this city?" the phantom demon commented. "Your story is wrong. Qihang was a ship, so how did it become a city when it arrived on Earth? And where did the people come from? There's no way anyone could have thrived on Theseus' ship. They would have burned to death."

"people?"

Qingyu laughed out loud as if she had heard something extremely funny: "How can there be anyone here? Apart from outsiders like us and the wandering merchants from the dream world who strayed here, there is no other human being here."

"Aren't priests and guards also human?"

"They are dream creatures. After the Ship of Theseus arrived in the shallow dream, it distorted some of the dream creatures, giving them pre-stored identities and causes and conditions, and forcibly fabricated the 'City of Attica.'" Qingyu smiled, "That's why you were able to easily obtain the identity of the Princess of Attica, even though the power and glory that identity symbolizes far exceeds your grasp."

"Because the dream creature originally abducted by the Ship of Theseus has had enough of being confined to a dream, and it couldn't be more delighted to have you take over. Your identity theft abilities are indeed remarkable, but the other party's reasons for taking the initiative shouldn't be underestimated."

Qingyu said this with such certainty, as if she was right there at the scene where the phantom demon stole the princess's identity.

The phantom demon was shocked and asked, "You're spying on me?"

"No, it's just that the worms have some little tricks for traveling through time and possibilities, and I learned them." Qingyu suddenly felt regretful. "Unfortunately, since the beginning of the Dream Sky era, the possibility of traveling through time has been banned. I can only try it in this dream."