Chapter 1529
Chapter 1529: The Witch in the Dead End (2500 Words)
The door of space blocked that giant hand.
Ye Qiyan, who was navigating here, made Zhao Lin think she was dreaming.
She pinched her own face.
It hurt, so it wasn’t a dream.
The young girl’s eyes reddened, but she didn’t want to shed tears.
She felt she should be happy.
But, but…
Bean-sized tears still trickled down her face.
“Brother Qiyan, I, I… Wu… I’m sorry, I’ve caused you trouble again…”
Ye Qiyan didn’t mind her crying and casually tossed a Golden Apple into Zhao Lin’s arms.
“We’ll talk about other things later. Remember, you owe me another stroke of luck.”
He snapped his fingers.
High above the heavens.
In this world where neither sun, moon, nor stars existed.
The Silent Moon of eternal night and the Blazing Sun of scorching souls instantly illuminated the gloom of this world.
Calamity descended here.
The door of space grew larger and larger until it pushed that giant hand back.
He disappeared from where he stood, leaving behind only a few black feathers of light.
This Module called [Sky-Plundering Wings], as his understanding of [space] grew deeper and deeper, no longer required him to fire a gun to make him leap through space.
He appeared at the top of the space gate, parallel to where the woman was located.
The woman’s gaze toward him was filled with curiosity and pleasure.
“Yo, another little fellow has come. The traces of time, less than two years just like that girl, hehe~”
How interesting.
But the feeling you give me…
Is quite different.
You are…
The Hero Race…”
When mentioning the three words Hero Race, the woman’s tone was full of disgust, and amidst this disgust, Ye Qiyan also keenly perceived a trace of malice called [fear].
[Title Equipped: The Only Hero of Myself]
“What a pity, I am not of the Hero Race; I am merely a human. Since you asked me, it’s my turn to ask you.”
“Who are you? Why are you here?”
The two questions were asked together.
The ring of evil and the Ring of Calamity spun frantically behind him.
[Defiance x Bewitchment]
The woman seemed to sense something, but she merely frowned and replied anyway:
“Me? Hehe, I am the servant of that great existence, the dust beneath the feet of that existence after thoroughly ruling the wilderness.”
My name is Wassermil, the witch of Mirror Lake.
That great existence created me, accepted me, and let a lowly witch become His servant!”
Wassermil fanatically raised her four arms.
Hidden beneath a certain gemstone eyepiece, her eyes were filled with desire for that existence.
But she still had to continue answering Ye Qiyan’s question.
As the price for not discovering [Bewitchment] in the first place.
“As for why I am here? Hehehe~ Very simple, the Talent possessed by that girl attracted my attention~”
“Ah~ What a beautiful Miracle.”
“In endless life, such a Miracle where good luck and bad luck alternate and grow spirally could actually appear.”
“I must obtain her, let her be my puppet, and become the collection of that great existence. As long as it can help that existence, the meaning of her existence will be fulfilled.”
“Hm?”
“What am I…”
She seemed to realize something was wrong, but it was too late.
“Oh? Is that so? A true god-level witch like you would actually fanatically worship a certain existence?”
“In that case, how about telling me?”
“Who is that existence you speak of?”
Wassermil’s brows furrowed deeper.
She realized something was wrong, her gaze locked tightly onto the rings behind Ye Qiyan.
“card sequence? I see… Just like that little girl, are you also a card sequence user? What a nauseating power… Damn it, you are not worthy of knowing that lord’s name!”
“I will never say it!”
She refused to answer?
No~
On Ye Qiyan’s face hung a playful, mocking smile.
“I see, you don’t even know what the name of that existence in your mouth is. What a pathetic witch.”
“Clearly so fanatical, yet unable to even obtain the other party’s true name.”
Hehe.
Witch…
I happen to know another witch as well.
Compared to you, even she looks much more pleasing to the eye.”
Although she didn’t know who Ye Qiyan was talking about, Wassermil could fully feel the malice conveyed from this human.
That kind of malice gave her a sense of unease even when she was constantly being targeted.
“You’re courting death!”
Wassermil raised her arms, and countless threads descended from the sky.
At The End of the threads hung numerous puppets without any self-awareness.
Under the manipulation of those threads, they launched an attack toward Ye Qiyan.
“A little thing that has only traveled in the wilderness for less than two years dares to speak to me like this?”
“Do you think that having a door capable of becoming a true god at any time makes you invincible under heaven?”
“Frog in a well, let you become my puppet too!”
More threads descended from the sky, determined to turn Ye Qiyan into a puppet as well.
“A frog in a well, huh.”
Ye Qiyan’s smile grew a bit wider.
He raised his hand, aimed at the sky, and gave an order.
“The Hunt, Transcendent Mode.”
High above the heavens, the sound of mechanical drives was endless!
The roar of the Hunting Mechadragon descended from the sky!
[Consumption Great Reduction]
Countless points of light converged in one direction.
This originally grey-and-white world, under the absorption of Consumption Great Reduction, became even more bizarre.
“Roar!”
High above the heavens, beneath the sun and moon, amidst the clouds and mist.
A huge dark golden mechanical dragon descended from the sky.
At the same time, on Ye Qiyan’s hands, two rings emitted light simultaneously.
[Supreme Lofty: Ring of the Dominator]
[Scelerata Maxima Cupiditas ring of the overlord]
Prefix attached!
[Extreme Desire · Supreme · Transcendent Divine machine · World-Universe The Hunt!]
[Level: 14]
The power of the two rings of dominion fell together into The Hunt machine.
At the same time, besides this.
[anomaly Module · Evil Machine Soul Descent] was also playing its role.
All auxiliary abilities acting on [evil] and [machine] were all bestowed upon The Hunt by Ye Qiyan.
But this wasn’t over yet.
When The Hunt arrived carrying the clouds, when Ye Qiyan stood atop the head of The Hunt.
He raised his hand, and within his palm.
The blasphemy card named [Dream Weaver] was shining brightly.
“What a strange world, it has been subjected to The End, yet it hasn’t been completely subjected to The End. How should I put it?”
“It’s as if a The End was forcibly terminated by some existence.”
A dead end, huh.
I see.
Wassermil realized the danger.
She felt a power on Ye Qiyan that could kill her!
Kingship?
No…
Not Kingship, but a kind of power equivalent to Kingship yet walking in a different direction.
“Who, exactly, are you? You can even conceal time?!”
Facing Wassermil’s question, Ye Qiyan’s reply was simply to raise his hand and press his index finger against his lips.
“Shh~”
The Dream Trace was already formed.
“If this wasn’t a world half-subjected to The End~ I wouldn’t plan on fighting you.”
“But~ this world is very strong~ The existence that brought The End to this world is also very strong~”
“Then the dream that follows will be your last dream.”
Wassermil wanted to leave this place directly; this human had a problem! This world also had a problem!
As a witch, she had a premonition of her own death?!
No! She couldn’t die!
She hadn’t yet known the name of that existence!!
She… had to escape!
Clatter, clatter…
Wassermil’s figure immediately left this world.
Yet in an instant, her body was entangled by countless dark golden chains, dragging her back into this world by force.
“What, what power is this!? Who on earth are you!? How, how could I—ah! My power, my ability, how is that possible?!”
Suddenly, she found herself unable to use her own power, as if… a seal?
No!
Not a seal!
It was that her power was entangled by some existence! Affected?! Her magic power was unexpectedly blocked? Her abilities were inexplicably malfunctioning? Her power was leaving her!
What… was it?
“Can’t you feel it? True, you are far worse than that Charlatan.”
Ye Qiyan continued to buff The Hunt, handing all the power from [mark of the dream] over to The Hunt.
And from his perspective, ominous black qi pervaded around the witch.
This black qi.
He recognized it.
They were Zhao Lin’s bad luck.
“Have a good last dream in your life, witch.”
