Chapter 1571
Chapter 1571: [Blasphemy Card XIII: Word Pursuer]
Ye Qiyan linked Wandering Hell and the Imaginary Space together,
trapping Mousi within them.
Heinz was right.
This time, his Dream Weaving truly only brought forth himself.
However, what actually granted Ye Qiyan power went far beyond that.
All nineteen items upon the wall of records were funneling strength into Ye Qiyan.
He wielded his own past, drawing a continuous stream of power from the wall recording his defeated foes.
Dreams naturally come to an end.
Yet before this dream could conclude, Mousi was pleasantly surprised to discover that it could no longer breach Ye Qiyan’s Wandering Star Holy Mark!
In purely numerical terms, Ye Qiyan had actually bridged the gap of two brief Wasteland Years, reaching a level nearly equal to Mousi’s own!
Ye Qiyan’s body was engulfed in azure light and flames!
With a gun in one hand and a sword in the other,
[Gun-Sword Wheel Dance]!
Mental Power, Stamina—there was no need to care how much was consumed.
Swordsmanship and gunplay cycled in an endless loop.
Moonlight and blazing sun reflected illusion and reality.
[Dimensional Strangulation], [Hollow Point], [Gluttony], [Typhon], [Raven Twin Evils], [Red Tears]…
Every single strike from Ye Qiyan landed squarely on Mousi’s true body.
Even when it split off countless phantom clones in a single breath,
he could pinpoint its true form’s exact location.
There was only one reason.
He had placed the Mark of Justice on the severed claw he had discarded.
An Inquisition composed of illusions and reality rose straight from the ground.
Mousi’s body was battered by an array of punitive executions.
Its life was draining away.
Everything it possessed was being stripped by the judgment.
Yet, being Mousi, it did not halt. In fact, upon realizing Ye Qiyan truly had the capability to slay it entirely, it fought back with all its might while feeling ecstatic.
Dreams would inevitably conclude.
The nineteen items on the wall of records were dimming bit by bit.
Once the power they provided to Ye Qiyan was exhausted, this strength that fully matched—and even overwhelmed—Mousi would reach its end.
But that was for later.
For now, there was still plenty of time.
Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!
Hammers crashed heavily, and firearms discharged relentlessly.
Each of Ye Qiyan’s companions had likewise grown formidable in this dream.
Continue!
Strike without ceasing!
Until one of them collapsed completely.
—
Three wasteland days later.
Order Heaven, Fortress Town, Sielin.
Ye Qiyan’s spire had vanished from its spot long ago.
No one knew how long his battle would have to drag on before it finished.
A swarm army of 3.9 billion zerg crashed against this tiny town day and night.
Human reinforcements flooded in continuously to bolster the town’s defenses.
Casualties were countless.
Yet, if one counted solely the death toll of Human Train Conductors,
it was zero.
At least along the front lines centered on Sielin Town, the death count for human Train Captains stood firmly at zero.
It was neither that the swarm was incompetent nor that the human Train Captains were invincible.
The fallen were many, far too many to count.
Yet whenever people raised their heads toward the sky,
at the convergence of the sun and moon,
a Paradise of Broken Dreams towered proudly.
The angels’ radiant glow bestowed [Gospel] upon every Human Train Conductor.
And the master of that paradise, sovereign of angels, and queen of Atheism—Shaya—held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, moving with effortless ease even under siege by two zerg legion commanders.
She shattered one legion commander’s head with a slash, yet there was little excitement in her eyes. Instead, she cast a slightly worried glance toward the spot where the spire had disappeared.
“Why hasn’t he returned yet…”
Ye Qiyan’s name remained colored on her friends list.
He was still alive, but Shaya could not help feeling anxious for his safety.
As another batch of Train Captains perished, Shaya cast out holy marks of Gospel, resurrecting every corpse gathered there.
People were grateful to her, but Shaya did not consider herself to be performing mere charity.
Resurrection came at a price; a portion of their maximum Stamina and Mental Power was permanently transferred to her.
Moreover, she could hoard these maximum attribute caps and temporarily bestow them onto someone else.
Shaya was accumulating strength for Ye Qiyan.
It was just… where on earth was he?
Besides Shaya, there were many others on the battlefield.
Fifteen legion commander-class zerg, together with 3.9 billion insect soldiers, repeatedly breached humanity’s defense lines only to be driven back again.
Yet the decisive factor remained the clashes between those fifteen legion commanders and humanity’s top experts.
Shaya had arrived the day before. She battled three legion commanders alone while dispatching her angels to clash with high-tier zerg.
Beyond her, the most dazzling figure was not Wu Yuanshan, who had arrived at the same time,
but Achuan.
As a member of the Emperor Sequence, he had not been widely renowned. Yet this time, Achuan had led his ghost army straight into the swarm even ahead of Shaya, beheading a legion commander with a single slash amidst hundreds of millions of zerg.
The number of Ghost Spirit Cards spinning behind his back had reached ten.
Though he did not display that level of one-hit-kill prowess against legion commanders again after that,
from that moment on, within the livestream channels of Focus Guild, everyone thoroughly committed this low-profile Ghost Spirit Lord of the Emperor Sequence to memory.
More than half of the fifteen legion commanders had already fallen.
Abukado’s Afuxiao and that elven swordsman handled one each.
Wu Yuanshan and Stacia did the same.
Stacia had completed the subjugation of her previous stop before joining this battlefield.
She had undergone changes compared to before as well.
Behind her, the count of Elemental Cards had jumped from the original 9 all the way to 12.
Evidently, the extra three cards were the ones formerly possessed by Abukado’s Holy Spirits, which had now fallen into Stacia’s hands.
A mysterious sword immortal from Baiyujing was locked in a fierce duel with another.
Wuwei City itself clashed head-on against a legion commander even larger than the city.
War Maiden led her Holy Martial Army in a tangled fight against another.
The Smiling Man, keeping his identity hidden, also engaged one.
The remainder were held off, confronted, and slain by other Train Captains who were either backed by factions or had come simply to hunt True God-tier zerg legion commanders.
Humanity was by no means united; infighting over loot dropped by the bugs was rampant everywhere.
Yet thanks to Shaya, they would not perish.
Paired with Alice’s singing, they quickly regained their composure, remembered each other’s affiliations, and continued exterminating the zerg.
Countless fortress defense lines were established one second only to be drowned by the swarm the next.
Incalculable iron torrents and magical reinforcements charged without hesitation into the 3.9 billion bug horde.
Across countless sectors, events both identical and divergent were unfolding.
Just like in a certain fortress, Moshi sat smiling atop a chair forged from Shadow Figures, lightly tapping her fingers.
Bug corpses across an area deliberately controlled within a five-hundred-kilometer radius rose to their feet once more.
Or in some corner, Shen Yuan smugly held the leash of a black-red Chain of Abyssal Contract, gathering every zerg that caught her eye into her collection and remaking them into pleasing forms that were no longer repulsive.
Or Colorless, brimming with excitement with only bandages wrapped around her fists, strode straight into the swarm, shattering every insect that dared approach into pieces with one punch after another.
Some were watching, some were waiting…
And some were praying.
Yearning for the return of that single person.
Within the borders of Sielin Town,
Zhao Lin held a magic grimoire as several corpses of insect kings tumbled out from the Contention Space behind her.
She murmured softly to herself,
“I am fortunate.”
Not far from where she stood,
dark green lattice lines and fractures slowly unraveled across the space,
as though something were about to emerge from within.
She shut her book, looked toward that fracturing space, and smiled sweetly.
“So, Brother Qiyan,”
she raised her hand.
At that exact moment, those three fragments coalesced into a complete card!
“I found you. I was the first to find you.”
A deafening roar reverberated through the heavens!
Everyone instinctively turned their gaze toward that direction!
What did they see?
A young girl.
A young girl holding a dark golden Card Series, standing before the rift in space.
That card was…
“A Blasphemy Card?!”
someone gasped in astonishment.
Yes, it was indeed a Blasphemy Card!
Zhao Lin raised her hand, and the System Interface manifested before her.
[Blasphemy Card XIII: Word Pursuer]
