Chapter 283
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Chapter 283: The Head of Destruction!
“Without shelter, without salvation, without respite, without movement—this is the realm of Avici Hell.”
Avici, meaning the realm without reprieve.
Words hold power, and from all directions, an endless sea of blood surged, seemingly capable of devouring everything.
They embodied the deepest domain of Avici Hell, nestled within the heart of the Hard Blade.
At first, the innate power of language to transform into blades was weak. Initially, Bai Yan could only manifest fruit knives or daggers at best. However, upon entering the realm of Potential Apocalypse, he could transform the very landscapes in his mind into a tangible torrent of power.
Words, written language, can express everything.
Anything could be transformed into a blade.
The sea of blood—contacting it meant certain death.
Perhaps, within the heart of this middle-aged man, there existed nothing darker or more terrifying than this.
The sea of blood had already consumed everything around it, and anything it swallowed would instantly lose its vitality, vanishing and perishing without exception.
It roared, surging with relentless waves, advancing as though it would completely engulf Bai Yan on the ground.
Amy, perched on a wheelchair soaring through the air, gritted her teeth and kept her eyes wide open, witnessing the unfolding scene. She couldn’t find a way to help Mr. Profligate resist the sea of blood.
In that moment, she despised her own helplessness.
If she survived this, if she managed to save the world, she would implement even bolder plans in the future.
Amy thought of her “sisters” back home.
“If I could create more ‘like them,’ productivity would increase dramatically… Though risky, there was no more room for hesitation.”
After all, the world was teetering on the brink of destruction.
All threatening “medicines” had to be accepted without discrimination.
Bai Yan stood calmly amidst the ruins, facing the vast sea of blood. But fear did not fill his heart.
“Hard Blade” was more powerful than “Chaotic Saint.”
He was just one step away from the “Apocalypse.”
Perhaps, if he could fully awaken from the madness, he could break through to true Apocalypse.
But some people are destined to never wake from their fevered dreams.
Bai Yan’s eye gleamed with a silver light.
“Game.”
In his other eye, a dark and mysterious glow flickered.
“Connection.”
Even in the most desperate situations, “Connection” could help Bai Yan find the optimal path, revealing the true weaknesses of his enemies and their most lethal moves.
And “Game” would transform everything into playful data.
Thus, atop the “Crimson Sea,” a vivid “health bar” appeared.
The entities with the “health bar” were naturally vulnerable. Such logic did not exist in reality, but it posed no problem in the world of games.
In that moment, to Bai Yan, the real world felt like a game.
In his hands, Gungnir and Gorgeous Moonshine manifested.
The flaws of the Scourge of War also became evident.
The power of the Scourge of War could only be unleashed by possessing one slain “Civilization-level Relic” per day.
Thus, Bai Yan could not replace Gorgeous Moonshine with any other weapon.
But these two powerful weapons were already more than enough.
“Cut it off.”
He swung the Gorgeous Moonshine, severing everything, symbolizing the Blood Sea of the Abyss splitting in two. A long, bloody trail plummeted at an alarming speed.
Then, it was time for Gungnir.
A beam of white light descended from the sky, and the unerring spear instantly extinguished the split Blood Sea.
And amidst the endless white radiance, Bai Yan’s figure vanished from view.
Deep Blue World.
That deep, profound shade of blue once again spread across the entire universe, freezing all matter in that single moment.
He walked through a world frozen in time and arrived before the Hard Blade.
Bai Yan furrowed his brow, already noticing something.
“Blade Nest.”
Beside this middle-aged man, there enveloped a dense array of invisible blades.
Unseen, they formed an immensely colossal “Blade Nest,” where anyone who approached without permission would be torn to pieces.
Bai Yan swung his weapon, but his attack was blocked by the invisible blades.
The defensive power of the Blade Nest was extremely frightening, and even in the frozen moments, he couldn’t immediately break through it.
Compared to its attacking prowess, the true strength of the Hard Blade lay in its defense!
The world returned to normal.
“Ahahaha!”
Hard Blade burst into laughter with unrestrained joy!
Bai Yan looked on in astonishment as he saw the wild and deranged expression on his face. His eyes were filled with a mixture of mockery and sadness, completely oblivious to why Bai Yan had suddenly appeared before him. Without a second thought, he burst into laughter and swung his blade forward!
“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”
The seven characters for “kill” transformed into the purest embodiment of the knife of murderous intent!
With this slash, the blade struck before the opponent could react.
Even though his speed wasn’t impressive, it felt as if every strike was certain to hit, certain to kill, leaving Bai Yan completely unable to dodge or defend himself from a physical standpoint.
He knew that he would perish beneath this single strike.
Almost every cell in Bai Yan’s body was sending a message to his brain, warning him that he was about to be killed, severed, destroyed.
There was no chance of survival!
However, Bai Yan’s body suddenly vanished into thin air.
Hard Blade paused for a moment, his blade gleaming. In an instant, the “Seven Kill” sword sliced through a towering building a kilometer away.
Until this moment, Bai Yan’s body reappeared, just a short distance in front of Hard Blade.
Bai Yan had just entered the dark dimension, leaving behind the material world.
This was the ability belonging to Nightsaber.
Once again, he swung the moonlight polarization. The silver long sword had liquefied, stabbing at Hard Blade with utmost precision.
Bai Yan had no understanding of swordsmanship.
He was simply using the power of “Connection” to accurately find the fatal weakness on the target’s body. As long as he could hit it, there would be a chance for a deadly blow!
No need to understand swordsmanship, only the act of stabbing at the “point” in his eyes, again and again, was necessary.
Around Bai Yan’s body coiled a temperatureless crimson aura. The power of scarlet blood enhanced both his strength and speed greatly.
Without hesitation, Hard Blade swiftly retaliated, swinging his blade with lightning speed. Countless shadows of the blade poured down like rain.
The blade clashed against the sword, and the two of them collided repeatedly.
“Buzz.”
After a tremendously intense tremor, Hard Blade stared blankly at the blade in his hand.
His weapon, shattered.
This blade was undoubtedly a “Civilization-level Relic,” but it was severed by “Moonlight Polarization.”
In theory, only gods can destroy Civilization-level Relics.
But Bai Yan managed to wield the shimmering silver longsword as if it were flowing moonlight.
It severed everything in its path.
This was a simple yet tremendously powerful ability.
Even though Bai Yan had the insight of “Connection” to identify weaknesses, in terms of combat skills, he absolutely couldn’t match the legendary swordsman before him.
However, his weapon, which possessed the ability to sever everything, proved to be even more superior.
This was the first time Bai Yan experienced a heart-pounding close-quarters battle.
The swordsman before him had already mastered martial arts to the extreme, possessing a formidable combat ability called “The Art of the First Strike.”
He knew very well that the opponent had already figured out his attack rhythm in the brief clash they had.
If it weren’t for the weapon being more powerful, in less than two seconds… the person who would have been defeated and slain might have been himself.
The swordsman’s weapon was destroyed.
In theory, without his sword, the swordsman could no longer continue the fight.
But the Hard Blade didn’t give up the struggle and the fierce battles.
Besides, the swordsman had already lost everything!
“Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead!”
He cried and laughed, stretching out his thin, weak arms, transforming into a symbol of death’s blade, striking towards Bai Yan, who stood before him.
Deep Blue World.
In the next moment, the swordsman was taken aback, realizing that his arms had been completely severed.
The cooling time had come. Bai Yan once again unleashed Deep Blue World, and after continuous attacks, finally destroyed Blade Nest, ultimately severing the swordsman’s arms.
“Ahahaha, hahahahaha!”
After his arms were severed, Hard Blade was already in tears, staggering backwards, but his smile never ceased.
Bai Yan understood why this person had joined the Troublemakers.
Hmm, “The Pupil of Chaos” itself symbolizes disorder. A true madman is undoubtedly a natural devotee.
“This world is not worth my attachment.”
“I want to create a completely different world, that’s all… Even if it’s another world of hell, it’s still better than living here.”
Badly injured, Hard Blade seemed to have finally regained some rare moments of clarity.
Bai Yan noticed that the Blade Nest, which had been broken open moments earlier, had closed again. These invisible blades were as troublesome and elusive as Gaara’s sand.
He could only keep attacking to break through.
As Bai Yan continued his relentless assault to destroy the Blade Nest, he calmly spoke, “It’s pointless. The twisted world that the Pupil of Chaos conjures is not a place where humans can thrive. Everything will be undone in chaos and natural disasters… In such a world, no one will ever find happiness.”
Hard Blade remained silent, blood steadily pouring from his severed arm.
Bai Yan’s words rang true.
Only true madmen and zealots desired the arrival of the Pupil of Chaos.
Normal people understood the catastrophic consequences of the world’s collapse.
The middle-aged man, now regaining some semblance of normality, smiled deeply, tinged with sorrow.
“You’re right, but I have no other choice…”
Indeed, there was no other option. Even if he were to fall to his knees in regret and surrender, just to be safe, Bai Yan would immediately eliminate this mentally unstable formidable foe.
“Your strength is greater than I had imagined… Oh mighty one of the Babel Tower! Let us battle until the end, with my strongest strike against you!”
His gaze cleared, and he closed his eyes once more, slowly.
“At least, this will bring me joy!”
Bai Yan remained silent as Gungnir, together with the polarized moonlight, pierced through the Blade Nest. Without hesitation, he continued to strike, opting to eliminate the man before him.
Regardless of the enemy’s internal conflict or tragic past, none of it mattered to Bai Yan. Having come this far, the price had to be paid.
“Perish,” he declared.
Hard Blade still refused to submit. Even without his weapons or arms, the former top master of Heart City could still unleash his Flow of the Heart, turning words and writings into razor-sharp blades.
“After countless cycles of life and death, he achieved Buddhahood, leaving this world to enter the ultimate bliss!”
“Hard Blade,” no… “Buddha Knife,” closed his eyes, softly murmuring, his murderous aura gradually fading, unnoticed by anyone. In its place, a sense of tranquility emerged.
“After enduring innumerable lifetimes of suffering, he achieved enlightenment and was reborn in the blissful Pure Land!”
The mighty slash of Amitabha Buddha.
A blinding white radiance emanated from the middle-aged man, as if the Pure Land of ultimate bliss had descended upon the world. Unstoppable and dazzling, the radiant light quickly engulfed Bai Yan’s body.
The entire world turned white.
Amy instinctively closed her eyes, filled with awe at this overwhelming power.
This enemy had made a breakthrough just before death. This was a power that could only be wielded by someone of extraordinary abilities, a being on the level of “Apocalypse.”
“Does Mr. Profligate have any plans?” Amy wondered, feeling a pang of concern.
Bai Yan was still attacking!
After Gungnir and Moonlight polarized, they continued their assault once the Blade Nest was breached. The gun that would “definitely hit” and the sword that would “definitely cut through” cut through the dazzling white light, instantly grinding Hard Blade’s body to pieces.
This once legendary figure of Heart City, a terrifying urban legend, the pinnacle expert of the Order of the Troublemakers, met his end under Bai Yan’s assault.
However, the aftermath of the final strike still ravaged Bai Yan’s body. His physical strength remained limited.
In the air, his shattered flesh quickly regenerated. Nails, arms, organs, skin—Bai Yan calmly reassembled everything, returning to life.
He took a deep breath, feeling a stir of unease.
“Phew, if it wasn’t for the power of ‘Mysterious Magic’ at the last moment, using ‘Substitute Puppet’… I might have already died here.”
But he had survived.
He emerged victorious in this deadly game.
Bai Yan smiled with quiet joy.
With the power of “Connection” and “Game,” he could foresee the movements of his enemies and the consequences of each action, allowing him to make the most rational response ahead of time.
“Hmm, compared to the ‘Chaotic Saints,’ this man is undoubtedly a stronger foe.”
Bai Yan breathed deeply, feeling the exhaustion set in. Engaged in battle after battle, both his physical and mental strength were rapidly draining… Despite his superior resilience, he still felt the toll of his efforts.
“Even so, it’s a bit overwhelming,” Bai Yan murmured, shaking his head.
Amy, still in her wheelchair, flew down swiftly and landed beside Bai Yan. Small and slender, yet full of energy, she looked up at him.
“Sorry, I couldn’t be of much help… I’m still too weak.”
Bai Yan smiled faintly and shook his head. “You and Mysterious Magic both tend to blame yourselves, but it’s not your fault when facing enemies that are simply unbeatable.”
Amy shook her head, her expression calm and serious, and said earnestly, “I don’t make excuses for myself. If I can’t protect others successfully and instead rely on others to protect the innocent… then all the comforting words and praises would mean nothing.”
Bai Yan remained silent.
He was too tired to argue or try to convince the girl. Almost every Core Operator held firm beliefs, ones that were hard to change… Even the Slime held an unshakable “innocence.”
Amy continued, resolute, “You must go quickly. There are people waiting for your support, and I will do everything I can to hold the fort here.”
Bai Yan nodded, recognizing it was time to leave. Before doing so, he quickly assessed the current situation.
Hmm, it looks like the “Fist of Duel” and “Fusion Slime” have already secured victory over at Annottales.
Curiously, their enemies were weaker than expected. And there was one more thing—”Psychic Dancer,” who had teamed up with their own incarnation, had successfully defeated their opponents at the strategic point in the wilderness outside Tatsumi City.
A smile spread across Bai Yan’s face.
Of course, the main force in the battle was his own incarnation, not the one named Maryse.
“If that’s the case, I’ll help ‘Nightsaber’ and ‘Queen of the Scarlet Moon’ first… Their enemies must be the most terrifying ones.”
He still recalled the “strategic point” beneath the Platinum Zone in Tatsumi City.
The threat level was at 10!
Tatsumi City.
In the Yeling District, the commercial street had vanished. All the buildings were reduced to rubble. It appeared a terrifying force, like a massive earthquake, had ravaged everything around it.
“I’m in a hurry, deal with all of you quickly.”
Cruelty sat atop the wreckage, speaking with a sly and mocking tone, reiterating its earlier words. Its five insect-like legs clutched a black scepter, stained with the crimson of blood, although it didn’t seem to belong to it.
The remaining sixth insect-like leg carried a skull, filled with fear and anger. In its final moments, it had witnessed something astounding, overwhelmed by horror.
That skull belonged to the head of the Imperial Guards, known as “Restraint.”
Timidity quickly stepped back several paces, nearly sitting down on the ground in fright upon hearing the words “kill you.”
“No, no, please, don’t kill me…”
Even his pleas were incredibly weak, so weak that they couldn’t even be expressed with an exclamation mark in writing, causing Cruelty to furrow his brow upon hearing them.
However, the other people in the “tower” were also very annoying, so he reluctantly had to team up with this guy.
“In short, our next task is to find the Babel Tower. They are probably fighting against the people of the ‘Legion’.”
After a moment of silence, Cruelty spoke, saying:
“Glo, Glofield, the Chosen for Eternity, the leader of the army, I have heard of him a long time ago. This guy is an ancient evil demon lord, definitely a very tricky presence.”
It said very seriously:
“We’d better… hurry and find the people of Babel Tower before it destroys the entire tower.”
Tatsumi City.
Platinum Zone.
That is the story of the past few days. In the deep underground of the Astor family’s residence in the Platinum Zone, about five hundred meters below the surface, there appeared a massive and dim underground palace, big enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.
In fact, it was created in a very short time, a large palace was brought into existence.
And the person who created it is none other than the Supreme Leader of the Order of the Troublemakers, the Chosen One, the Head of Destruction.
He was of considerable size, standing at over five meters tall. His wide and sturdy blood-red robe was adorned with rare gemstones. His skin underneath was as dark as ink.
The Head of Destruction sat calmly on the throne at the end of the palace. One hand rested against his chin, while the other withered and shriveled, tightly grasping a dark gray hammer.
“Well, it was quite a good performance.”
The Head of Destruction had eyes that resembled flickering flames, and beneath his skull-like face, his voice was deep and hoarse, unlike any sound that a human could produce.
Not far from him, the followers of the Troublemakers were falling one by one.
Two immensely powerful women stormed in, almost nobody was a match for them.
Finally, even the high priest of the Order of the Troublemakers, who was second only to the Crown, fell.
All the Troublemakers in the palace had already been slain, leaving only the Head of Destruction sitting alone on the throne. Meanwhile, the crimson incantation of the ritual of descent floated on the surface of the palace walls, constantly twisting and writhing.
The blood on the blade flowed from the tip of the sword to the ground.
Mu Ling, resembling a revenge goddess in the darkness of the night, swung her blade and took a deep breath.
She stared coldly at the “person” on the throne.
The leader of the Troublemakers, the Head of Destruction.
There was only him left, the last remaining enemy.
“Savior, please rest assured, I will not fail,” said reassuringly.
The Scarlet Moon stood by Mu Ling’s side, shoulder to shoulder.
This time, she was no longer controlled by the Savior’s power, but could act on her own.
Just as promised before, the Scarlet Moon didn’t betray Babel Tower this time, but fought alongside Mu Ling.
Mu Ling nodded gently and said calmly, “Scarlet Moon, I knew you would eventually stand by our side.”
“The Savior can certainly see your performance at this very moment.”
The Scarlet Moon furrowed her brow and shook her head.
Her exquisitely beautiful face was filled with disgust and displeasure, immediately indicating her stance.
“Just this time, during the Doomsday Crisis, my people are also in danger, so I am willing to cooperate with the Savior… that doesn’t mean I will forever become his dog like some others.”
“Um, being a temporary dog is fine,” Mu Ling didn’t say anything and didn’t even pay attention to the Scarlet Moon’s insignificant resistance.
She simply gazed at the Head of Destruction sitting on the throne.
This guy is very strong.
All the extraordinary beings knew one thing for certain.
Between the Crown and the Apocalypse, there loomed a towering wall that seemed impossible to surpass.
“You completely disregard the well-being of your subordinates. In my eyes, you are simply an unfit leader.”
The Scarlet Moon gazed coldly at the leader of the Troublemakers on the throne.
This person was a “monster” she had heard about before.
Perhaps, he would be stronger than themselves.
But what does that matter?
She was fearless and would defeat her enemies here, no matter how powerful they were!
The Head of Destruction remained silent for a long time, then hoarsely spoke,
“I am merely delighted.”
Mu Ling and the Scarlet Moon were both stunned.
The Head of Destruction, with a face reminiscent of a skull, remained expressionless as they continued speaking.
“I was filled with immense joy and excitement because as the Saviors of the world, you were unexpectedly so weak, making it impossible for me to see even the slightest possibility of your plan being disrupted.”
“So, right now I am very happy.”
After hearing the derogatory remarks, Mu Ling’s face remained emotionless.
Though the Scarlet Moon fell silent, her hidden emotions seemed to simmer beneath the surface, with anger quietly growing inside her.
A wicked chuckle escaped the lips of the Head of Destruction, sounding as though it came from a devil deep within hell.
“But in your Babel Tower, there are still powerful individuals… Someone actually managed to kill Hals right here in this city… I can sense the threat he poses. No one in the Order of the Troublemakers should be able to defeat him, except me.”
After a moment of silence, he made his decision.
“Alright, I’ll head over now… I need to kill him immediately. Otherwise, someone this strong will be a serious threat to our plan.”
Slowly, the Head of Destruction rose from his throne. His towering five-meter frame appeared colossal even within the vast underground palace, exuding a formidable aura.
He descended the icy stone steps, his expression cold and distant.
“You two stay here. When I return, we’ll face death together.”
Scarlet Blood surged from the flawless body of Scarlet Moon, stretching upward toward the sky. The color red burned, lacking warmth but brimming with power.
“We are your enemies here.”
The ruler, filled with pride, clearly wasn’t pleased by the disdainful treatment and the disregard for her presence. Once she was displeased, the one who held the power of life and death could bring about disastrous consequences.
Death.
Mu Ling drew a deep breath. The blade in her hand, “The Heart of Death,” began to emit a swirling, black aura.
She could sense a terrifying presence.
No, this is “mang.”
After the coronation of the monarch, the lingering “mang” still carried an impressive force.
From Mu Ling’s perspective, the enemy in front of her took slow steps, as if an unstoppable tsunami were about to devour everything in its path.
As the Head of Destruction drew closer, the ground trembled, and his eyes—like flickering flames—never even glanced at them.
“May I borrow it for a moment?”
In the blink of an eye, he had appeared behind Mu Ling and the Scarlet Moon. The heavy hammer had already fallen.
“Bang!”
Mu Ling and Scarlet Moon both felt an overwhelming, unimaginable force striking them simultaneously.
The immense power sent their proud bodies uncontrollably flying.
Mu Ling instinctively clenched her teeth as her body crashed into one of the massive stone columns in the palace. She flew a great distance before finally coming to a halt, slamming into the far walls of the palace.
So heavy.
What kind of power is this? It’s simply beyond belief, way too exaggerated.
“Um.”
She touched the pit in the wall, feeling blood flowing down her head. A lot of blood stained her palm a bright red.
If I hadn’t reached the level of Crown, I would have probably died.
Mu Ling took a deep breath. The Blood of Darkness and her remarkable healing ability swiftly mended her damaged head.
She quickly realized there was no sign of either the Scarlet Moon or the Head of Destruction in sight.
It felt as though she had been hurled an immense distance. How did he manage to do that?
“I couldn’t even catch the movement clearly…”
Struggling to her feet, Mu Ling took another deep breath, regaining her composure.
The enemy was indeed overwhelmingly powerful, and she knew she had to give everything from the start.
“Deep Blue World.”
The world around her fell into absolute stillness.
In the tranquil, deep blue expanse, a lone black figure flashed by at an incredible speed.
A few seconds later, Mu Ling had already returned to her previous position and spotted the massive form of the Head of Destruction.
There was still time!
Without hesitation, she swung “The Heart of Death,” pouring all her energy into a single, devastating strike.
Like the Demon of Justice, the Head of Destruction’s body was covered in a dark “aura,” granting it a nearly impenetrable defense.
But this “aura” was nothing compared to Ailsa’s.
Mu Ling, despite the effort, managed to cut through it.
“Bang!”
When time resumed, she heard the dull impact sound.
To her astonishment, Mu Ling found that her blade had become lodged at the neck of the Head of Destruction, having sliced through both its “aura” and skin—but it couldn’t go any deeper.
“Was that the power of the King of Deep Blue?”
The deep voice of the Head of Destruction held something that made Mu Ling’s heart race with fear, sending a chilling wave down her spine as her instincts screamed to avoid the immense danger!
