Chapter 341

Chapter 341: The Shining Cross Star, the Compensation of Honey Qing

Border area, Capital of Serlo.

If Raysha was a gathering place for madmen, prisoners, slaves, and villains, a refuge for evils from all around the world, then Serlo was even more glamorous. Outwardly, it symbolized freedom and trade, but in reality, it was a paradise made especially for the upper class.

Here, the air was filled with a dreamy feeling of luxury. Expensive Alchemical Airships and flying shuttles wandered back and forth in the beautifully designed city. The clean and tidy streets were filled with laughter and joy, and the bright neon lights during the day flickered as if celebrating with toasts at any moment.

But rust, mold, silks, and black mist, accompanied by disaster aura, drowned the town, like a massive hurricane sweeping across the whole city, spreading a deadly plague quickly and bringing great sorrow.

Xie Qingxuan raced across the sky, feeling the increasingly hot and shining blessing deep in her soul, catching a whiff of Honey Qing’s scent, and shook her ears in confusion.

The girl stuffed the lychee-flavored Alchemy Elixir back into her ring and fell into deep thought.

The power to control existence rose like the tide, reaching an unbelievable level.

This wonderful phenomenon quickly provided many useful pieces of information when self-reflection was observed through the blessing, and then it was simplified into easy steps by the wise head of the golden retriever.

Little Qing’s identity was powerful—Little Qing had proposed to her in public—her status had risen.

Xie Qingxuan suddenly understood; she hovered at the edge of the Capital of Serlo’s alley, pulled out her Alchemy Crystal, happily read the gossip in the Empire Times, and slowly adapted to the ever-expanding power around her, contemplating her situation.

In the memory from the first playthrough, the Demon King, by continuously amplifying its own existence, exempted itself from using [The Power of the Titan], which would weaken its existence.

—How should the magnitude of existence be determined?

This depended not only on popularity but also on one’s importance to their people, to the world, to the planet, to history, to the future, and even to other factors.

For example, a star with millions of fans and a scientist who, although not famous, made significant contributions to the nation’s technology.

Although the former was more famous, the latter left behind more and had a greater impact, thus having more weight and existence.

Xie Qingxuan had many fans in real life, but her blessings did not compare to those of the Golden Wolf Princess, and this was the reason.

Anastasia Haider was a royal descendant of the Golden Wolf; she carried the glory of the Golden Wolf’s decline and bore the last hope of her people; her death would signify the true end of this group.

This uniqueness determined her value of existence.

Chu Yuanqing’s approach was to further increase popularity, and through this ambiguous romantic relationship, share a part of Lucy Tiffany’s influence with Xie Qingxuan.

This nature was like a poor commoner who, chosen by the emperor, was directly taken back to the palace and announced to be married, jumping from the hardship of not having enough food to a position of great honor.

Charlotte’s appearance further entangled the Adjudicator’s fate, making billions of imperial citizens aware of it, and Anastasia Haider’s identity multiplied its value many times over, causing it to rise dramatically.

As a result, she lost the need to escape.

However, a certain archbishop, who had been relentlessly pursuing her, did not think so and came with the imposing power that covered the dome.

That massive body, like a swarm of bees, held the flesh and blood of hundreds of thousands; a crown of iron and embroidery hung over its head, and the millions of falling filaments were like thorns, while the huge shell contained tens of thousands of awakened Disaster Debris.

Ralph’s "pupil" was filled with spores and mist; it looked down upon the earth, arrogantly laughing, and spoke cold words that caused every word to shake the entire Capital of Serlo, stirring up storms that shattered the distant waves.

"Ignorant witch, have you finally given up on your meaningless escape?"

"How foolish and how ridiculous, the millions of people in this city have fallen ill because of you. None of them received the grace of our Lord, and millions of wronged souls are resenting your arrival."

The archbishop grew happier as he spoke, silently weaving a cocoon of power, covering the space all around, like a spider about to pounce, and he continued with malice:

"You could not save anyone, and you caused so many innocent lives to be lost because of you. Failed witch, drown yourself in regret and despair, hate this weakness that no one can protect."

Before the words had fully faded, the power belonging to Nergar was finally elevated to a conceptual level within the overwhelming aura of disaster, and the entire Serlo melted into the mist of plague, transforming into a realm that threatened to flood the entire sea.

If the Dragon Witch were here, she would immediately understand that the power held by this archbishop came from the terrifying forbidden area that she barely suppressed after activating her Full Power Mode.

Just a touch of it could infect even the purest of beings with an incurable disease.

In the Historical Echoes, all archbishops’ powers were enhanced by the Calamity God, and now Ralph was strong enough to use that power to devour the magical girl’s Blooming Flowers, implanting troublesome diseases.

Xie Qingxuan looked at the ugly monster. Her overly beautiful features still maintained a customary coldness, her jet-black eyes stared ahead, the focus wavering, filled with a gaze that ignored the other.

The girl’s presence was like a silent deep sea, so heavy and so dead, The Power of the Titan continuously erased the concept of existence around her as she faced the archbishop’s power with a blade, like a rock standing firm amidst a tsunami.

This thing was so boring.

The cross star in Xie Qingxuan’s eyes was swallowed by a deep blackness. She looked at the body covered in "threads" in every corner and waved her hand.

Then, the existence of space briefly disappeared. A strand of pure black magic, like a shooting star, tore through the vast mist in an abstract and chaotic area, traveling thousands of kilometers and slicing through half of Serlo.

The scene was completely silent until the power of the blurred space was withdrawn. The rushing black magic exhausted itself, flickering with its last light, shining like a huge cross.

At this moment, space shattered, twisted, became chaotic and contradictory, creating an exaggerated energy like a nuclear explosion. The cross drawn by the black magic expanded infinitely, causing the entire Serlo, corroded by a plague, to be crushed in a rumble of black and white, becoming history.

The archbishop had no time to think and was pulled into this exaggerated explosion, like a dangerous and terrifying boss, vanishing like melted butter in a twisted black-and-white world.

Xie Qingxuan transformed into a void that never existed. She stood on the broken wharf, ignoring the tsunami raging behind her and the intense shaking of the land, looking at the cross star fireworks she had created herself with a blank expression.

The true use of "The Power of the Titan" had never been to violently reduce the existence of enemies and oneself, but to pinpoint weak points and trigger chain reactions that lead to the desired result.

Chu Yuanqing’s assistance allowed her to have the qualification to perform precise maneuvers on existence in the Ideal State.

Xie Qingxuan glanced at the gossip news in Alchemy Crystal that had not yet stopped being written.

The Empire Times was clearly having fun with Chu Yuanqing’s permission, letting their imaginations run wild by speculating how many times Lucy Tiffany played with her golden retriever each day, even starting to analyze who was the dominant one and who was the submissive one.

Even more, they began to imagine that a "sickly villainous heiress x slave beast-eared princess" was about to stage a classic tragedy.

Meanwhile, the big news that "Aisha Fez openly opposes this marriage" stirred up waves of gossip, making everyone wonder if this group had ever had a secret party together.

As Xie Qingxuan was flipping through the Ley Line,

The Capital of Serlo had been swallowed by overlapping seismic waves; the massive explosion had visibly thinned the nearby continental plates. As surging tsunamis rushed in, all that remained was an endless expanse of blue waves, occasionally dotted with ruins.

But those few strands of thick fungal filaments, spreading and tangling in the seawater, slowly forming a strange human shape, silently declared that the bishop was still alive.

Xie Qingxuan was not surprised.

Although she did not remember the specific abilities of Nergar, the enhancement of The Power of the Titan allowed her vision to be in a wondrous state, seeing the singularities of how the world was built, realizing that the other person had not disappeared.

Ralph’s mind was in chaos. He inherited the power of Nergar regarding the plague, allowing him to see the lives infected by him as beacons, freely reincarnating within them.

And in the Historical Echoes, the Calamity God was not suppressed by the Pure White, even amplifying this power, so long as there was a hint of bacteria in the air, allowing for random resurrections.

In other words, did this witch almost defeat him in an instant?

The bishop of the filthy cult fell into deep thought, greatly shocked. It sneered, outwardly controlling a humanoid form while continuing to make threats, but secretly manipulating the mycelium to sweep through the ruins, turning the Disaster Debris into the concept of a plague, merging it with itself and flowing toward other places.

Even in the Ideal State, it brought many resurrection coins (followers) with it, not fearing that it would truly die.

But the key was that if the main body really died once, all the accumulated Disaster Debris would be lost, greatly reducing its power.

At this moment, Xie Qingxuan, in Ralph’s eyes, had evolved from a promising newcomer to a captain level who was deliberately fishing, making it unnecessary for him to clash with her.

As long as the Supreme Lord they believed in officially settled in the Fanol Continent, these archbishops would naturally receive more blessings, and the power of their authority would multiply by hundreds of times.

This kind of enhancement was like elevating directly from legendary to Saint, unrivaled even during the peak of the human emperor era!

After all, apart from the Emperor, there were only three Sacred Oaths and three Sages, who had the strength of near demi-gods. With a total of thirteen bishops from the Church of the Gods, how could they possibly lose when they had more than double the power? It was simply too easy to win!

Thinking of this, Ralph’s feeling of humiliation from fleeing turned into a calm indifference. He believed that the opponent would eventually be sacrificed to the great Lord, so it would be better to hunt the other weak witches first.

Xie Qingxuan’s dark eyes focused on the illusory dimension, looking at the lines that were everywhere, overlapping and sticking together. She completely ignored the talkative strange puppet and softly said:

"Personality, body, memory, soul, Disaster Debris, authority…"

"These pieces that make up ‘you’ are all products stitched together from different body parts. The gaps between them are too large, weak to the point of falling apart."

Xie Qingxuan crouched down and, with her slender fingers, drew a small cross in the seawater. The threads reflected in her eyes then snapped, and the illusory puppet in front of her suddenly shattered. She continued to calmly explain:

"So, no matter how far you run, as long as these connected threads are pulled, they will still break apart."

As her words ended, carrying a lot of Disaster Debris, Ralph, who had fled to a hundred miles away through the dark ocean currents, suddenly heard the roar of a soul. His consciousness became chaotic for a moment and felt waves of intense pain.

Memories surged back, and he seemed to return to the times when he was held in his mother’s arms, lulled to sleep. Suddenly, he found himself at a busy street corner, recalling his longing for a bright future filled with warmth and love…

Zars, Ralph, Rowen, Joseph, and Ariel—too many familiar yet strange names—whispered in consciousness, the threads of existence stirred, reminding it of the ritual held by the filthy cult to choose a bishop.

On that day, after hundreds were killed, under the control of a disaster beast, they were forcefully mixed together, allowing them to carry a few strands of the power of Nergar.

In the end, Ralph, who had "won a new life," devoutly consumed the blood and flesh of the bodies on the scene, alongside the disaster beast under his command, becoming the archbishop leading the filthy cult.

Xie Qingxuan could not break through Nergar’s protection to directly split the bishop’s soul back into hundreds of pieces, but she was able to temporarily raise the self-existence of those Soul Fragments, briefly recalling their original personalities.

For the archbishop, who relied on the whole to carry the power of the Calamity God, this was a cause of internal strife leading to destruction.

Xie Qingxuan walked on the clear surface of the sea, no longer doing anything unnecessary.

Death had come as expected.

At that moment, accompanied by the shaking and crumbling of souls, the uncontainable power of the Calamity God began to rampage; the mycelium beneath the sea melted like snow, spreading across the Fanol Continent, while the filthy cultists carrying out tasks burst forth like fireworks.

Because the cult treated its followers as revival coins, the filthy cult that entered the Ideal State was completely uprooted, leading to their total annihilation.

Even the worshippers from outside, as long as they carried the plague implanted by Ralph, would eventually face death with the passing of time.

Xie Qingxuan summoned Nightmare Wolf from the Poke Ball, cast a levitation spell on it, and lay on the soft-furred big dog while raising the Alchemy Crysta to the sky, calling Honey Qing again.

This time, the call connected quickly.

Chu Yuanqing was hiding in a lounge at Yves Saint Laurent Academy, her delicate and cool expression showed a serious dignity, her fair skin still had an alluring blush, making Xie Qingxuan wish that Alchemy Crysta had a screenshot button.

After confirming the safety of the golden retriever, the Pure White Witch looked at its fluffy ears, couldn’t help but curl her pink lips and say it was cute, then continued to ask:

"Is everything alright now? Who found you?"

Xie Qingxuan replied honestly:

"All is well, it was a bishop who believes in Nergar."

"He had too many flaws; he was inexperienced, and I easily took him down."

Chu Yuanqing felt a bit surprised, but not shocked. In the first playthrough, besides herself, Xie Qingxuan was the one crowned as the Demon King by the starry crowd, and she was the supreme ruler of T1.

After all, whether it’s Liuli or Miyuki, their blessing abilities lean towards support. One can fully enhance defense and rewind time, while the other is simply a "blacksmith."

As for Charlotte, she lost because her personality is not well-suited for battle, and the move "Burial" is too extreme. When she opens her ultimate, it may not take down the "Calamity God," but it will likely destroy this timeline.

Thinking of this made Chu Yuanqing feel a bit sad.

According to the details Charlotte helped her remember, if it weren’t for the "Solar Calendar" binding with the star core, the opponent wouldn’t have needed to use such clumsy means to swap their fates with the "Calamity God," leading to mutual destruction.

With a bit more growth, she would soon be able to reach a level where she could face the "Calamity God" head-on.

So, as long as Little Xuan remembers some past uses of blessings, along with the BUFF given by "Lucy Tiffany," even if there are some in the thirteen bishops who could defeat her, they wouldn’t be able to kill her, and it would be normal for her to turn the tables.

The Pure White Witch’s gaze was dazed. She stared for a long time before freeing herself from the lingering sadness of not recalling Xie Qingxuan, and she smiled as she said:

"I also killed a bishop. In the Ideal State, there should still be eleven left."

"Little Xuan, the blessing you received will last for a few more days based on the popularity of Empire Times. While the Disaster Wave has not yet flooded most of the territory, you should join the other captain-level witches to hunt down the bishop."

That’s right, the boost to The Power of the Titan has a time limit. Not to mention, as the Disaster Wave grows stronger, how many people will have the energy to care about gossip? The fame created by rumors is ultimately very shallow.

Unless one day Chu Yuanqing really marries him in public, this significance will quickly diminish as attention fades.

Xie Qingxuan’s beautiful face showed little emotion, but her ears drooped sadly, and her tail hung down on her round thighs. Her dark eyes looked straight at Honey Qing like a deer, and she remained silent.

Chu Yuanqing felt very guilty being watched. It wasn’t right to use Honey Xuan as a laborer, and it was clear that she wanted to return to Yves Saint Laurent to find him.

The Pure White Witch hesitated for a moment. She pursed her pink lips and tried to keep a serious face as she softly said:

"The situation is tense right now. Once we drive away the Church of the Gods, I will give Little Xuan the compensation she deserves."

Xie Qingxuan blinked her eyes, keeping a serious expression, but her tail couldn’t help but wag like a puppy tempted by a treat. She nodded and said:

"The deal is done."

"I will look forward to Little Qing’s reward."