Chapter 1542
Chapter 1542: Mo Wen’s Daughter, the Assassin from the City of a Thousand Stars
The frenzy churned, and spatial turbulence erupted completely within 0.01 seconds.
Mo Wen’s arm, despite his high stamina value accumulated over long ages, burst apart under the Imaginary surge.
His left arm was swallowed by space.
Ye Qiyan’s malice washed over his consciousness.
Myriad evil thoughts sprouted in his heart.
[“Book of Truth and Falsehood”]
A purple-red halo expanded within the same 0.01 seconds, perfectly synchronizing his mental consumption with the opponent’s sea of consciousness.
Surging, gale-force, heaven-shattering explosion.
Everything here had turned into a wandering hell, devoid of souls, filled only with pure evil.
Clang-clang-clang-clang—!
Ye Qiyan’s powerful counterattack sent Mo Wen flying backward.
Having lost an arm, he pierced through several high-rises before finally being pinned to the top of a clock tower.
“…Is this the tide of the new era? Hah… It seems I underestimated you. The Think Tank’s analysis of you was meaningless.
As expected, those Think Tank members in the new era are all good-for-nothing cowards.
So-called analysis can never fully map out a Train Conductor who is still advancing through the Wasteland.
After all, human Train Conductors are, at their core, growing every single moment.
Spirit, stamina, it matters not.
Analysis….
Heh.”
Mo Wen jumped off the clock tower.
He looked at his severed left arm, waved his hand, and the limb returned as if it had never been lost.
“You really are strong. It was just that I was affected by something earlier, otherwise, I shouldn’t have fought you. Not now, at least.
Ye Qiyan, let’s stop here.
Give the girl to me.”
Mo Wen’s voice was not loud, but the distance between the two of them was already vast.
The air was filled with pitch-black flames.
The skyscrapers he had pierced began to collapse one by one.
This street in the Order Kingdom was already showing signs of total collapse, simply because of that 0.01-second clash.
Ye Qiyan stood in the heavens, tossing away the wrist he had been gripping.
“Stop? What a pity. If I were an angel, perhaps I’d listen to what you have to say, but right now? Impossible.”
The Silver-Winged Star of Doom unfolded behind him.
From the six wings, crimson light fragments erupted violently.
In Ye Qiyan’s eyes, battle intent burned bright.
Challenging the strong.
That was also where his desire lay.
“Since it’s come to this point, if you don’t show me your real skills, it’ll be looking down on me way too much! Old fossil!”
A piercing sonic boom!
Eve cleared the path in front, and Ye Qiyan’s figure turned into a shooting star, aiming straight for Mo Wen’s heart.
[“So arrogant.”]
Mo Wen’s heartbeat was also accelerating. His hand gripped a long spear, but the moment he gripped it, figures he had made promises to flashed through his mind.
“….”
The blade had already arrived, almost touching his heart.
Yet, he didn’t move.
Ye Qiyan’s gaze sharpened, the blade tip stopping just before Mo Wen’s chest.
But the force carried by the blade had already breached his heart.
His heart was shredded, and other internal organs were likewise pulverized.
His basic human existence seemed on the verge of being extinguished by Ye Qiyan’s attack.
He hadn’t counterattacked, let alone defended.
The long spear also vanished from Mo Wen’s hand.
Blood flowed; Mo Wen didn’t show a hint of pain on his face.
“Why didn’t you dodge?”
The flames around Ye Qiyan gradually dissipated, his mood shifting from battle intent to dissatisfaction. He looked at Mo Wen coldly.
“Are you satisfied now? Consider this an extra strike as an apology for the surprise attack just now, how about that?
Stop now. I apologize to you.”
His aura grew increasingly ethereal, as if he could die at any moment.
Those around them watched this scene in sheer terror.
But more people looked at Ye Qiyan with eyes filled with pleading.
“…Boring.”
Ye Qiyan pulled back his blade, sheathed it, and turned to leave.
This guy… clearly had battle intent brewing, yet chose to give up at the last moment.
“An old fossil bound by his own promises—truly a pathetic creature.”
Mo Wen didn’t respond to Ye Qiyan’s words.
Dim, mottled, yellow light swirled around him, and the drums behind him dissipated into the air.
“Can you let me see her?”
“Do whatever.”
Ye Qiyan didn’t look back as he released the girl hit by the car from his Matrix Space.
Looking at the girl’s appearance, Mo Wen’s body trembled slightly.
“So that’s how it is…”
He walked to the girl’s side. The girl, who should have been unconscious, opened her eyes at this moment and smiled at Mo Wen.
“Papa, long time no see.”
Ye Qiyan stopped in his tracks, sensing an extremely strong wave of malice and spatial ripples.
This ripple wasn’t hidden at all; any Extraordinary could perceive it quite clearly.
Something was being transmitted toward this girl.
But the malice—only he could feel it.
“Mm, long time no see, Little Ai.”
Mo Wen hugged the girl, weeping and smiling at the same time.
“Papa, you didn’t keep our promise.”
Little Ai’s words caused Mo Wen’s aura to collapse significantly.
Fresh blood began to pour again from the wounds that were almost healed.
“I’m sorry. I promised you that no matter where you were, I would find you. I broke my promise. I’m truly sorry…”
“It’s okay. Little Ai knows Papa was looking for me all along.”
Little Ai hugged Mo Wen in return, like a well-behaved and sensible daughter.
“Mm, I understand now. Heh… so you were always in the City of a Thousand Stars, right beside me, right in the hands of my good-for-nothing disciple.
Can you tell me when this started?”
Mo Wen sat on the ground, his aura becoming increasingly aged.
“From the first day I disappeared from your side, Brother Lu Jiayun sealed me away.
I’m a doll now, and my memories have been tampered with; my consciousness has been worn away too. What I’m saying to you now is constructed based on an analysis of the ‘real’ Little Ai.
Only my soul is still mine. After all, I had a talent, and Brother Lu Jiayun studied that talent, imitating and using it to create the Spirit-Born Project.
Papa, you even went to the Spirit-Born Project’s machines, you know. But you didn’t see me.
We were very close, very, very close.
If only you had seen me, you could have taken me away.”
“Oh… so it was the Spirit-Born Project…”
Blood-red tears flowed from Mo Wen’s eyes.
“It was Papa’s fault for being useless, too confident, and trusting your Brother Lu Jiayun too much. I’m sorry, Little Ai.”
Little Ai shook her head.
“No need, Papa. Little Ai is already dead. The current Little Ai is just Little Ai’s body and soul, imitating Little Ai herself.
It hurt a lot before.
It doesn’t hurt now.
Papa, can you die for me?”
Little Ai spread her hands, and a short blade appeared.
That blade was the very thing that had just been transmitted here.
[True · Extraordinary Annihilation Blade]
[Grade: None]
[Usages: 1/1]
[Creator: Lu Jiayun]
[Target: Mo Wen]
“So that’s it. This was my disciple’s plan.
I thought I had overestimated my disciple.
Now it seems.
He is even more ruthless, even more like a…
Train Conductor?
Heh….
A man who rejects the train and advancement more than anyone, yet happens to be the most ‘Train Conductor’ type of all.
As expected of him.”
Mo Wen stroked Little Ai’s head, smiling.
“Of course, Little Ai. A man who failed to keep his promises deserves to die, and dying by your hand isn’t half bad. Just give me a moment, okay?”
“Okay.”
Mo Wen’s aura had weakened to the extreme, yet those who wanted to run over to help him were still held back by a layer of indestructible dim yellow light.
Only one person remained within the light.
“Ye Qiyan, you were used. My disciple is quite impressive, isn’t he? In the City of a Thousand Stars, all the members of the Think Tank combined are not as clever as he is.
After I die.
My old friends in the City of a Thousand Stars will only have him to rely on.
Even if they know clearly that Lu Jiayun killed me.
But, they have long since lost their fighting spirit. To survive, they will inevitably follow Lu Jiayun’s arrangements.
The only ones who might resist are in the Think Tank, but I imagine Lu Jiayun would have purged them since the plan began.
As for my train, it is here.
The slaves on the crew will die along with me.
I lost. I didn’t think my disciple would prepare such a method just to kill me.
What a pity.
If I had known, I should have just broken the promise and fought you properly.
Consider this compensation; take it.”
He pulled out a ring and was about to throw it at Ye Qiyan, but before he could, he locked eyes with Ye Qiyan’s malicious gaze burning with azure flames.
“Is that your final will? You disappoint me. You truly are a pathetic creature bound by your promises. As for your things?
I have no interest in receiving anything from a pathetic creature. If I want something, I’ll take it myself.”
Ye Qiyan’s demon horns instantly turned ghostly white.
Mo Wen’s expression changed drastically; he wanted to stop him.
“No! Don’t!”
“I don’t care if you’re willing or not—in fact, it’s even better if it disgusts you!”
He revealed an extremely malicious smile.
“Your daughter is indeed dead, but this body—which has her soul, her flesh, and even her memories—can still birth a new consciousness! Mo Wen! You want to die? Lu Jiayun wants you to die!?
Then I simply won’t let your wishes come true.
Little girl.
You want to live, don’t you!”
[Demon Card · Redemption]
