Chapter 222

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Chapter 222: Don’t Blame Me

Surrendering means awaiting death.

Naturally, she wouldn’t comply obediently.

Even if she were to die, she wanted to die in her hometown.

She immediately crashed into the window, and the space beneath her feet suddenly distorted for a second.

Chongming Bird, also known as the Chongming Gaze Bird, is born with dual pupils.

In the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, Chongming Bird is also rare. Wherever its gaze falls, it can distort space. Although it can’t traverse through space, simply distorting it allows it to easily crush objects, disregarding their physical strength.

Bai Ze Woman was well aware that Chongming Bird’s dual pupils could distort space. She kicked over tables and chairs, blocking her line of sight, causing the furniture to be twisted and broken in her place. Then, she swiftly hurled various objects from the coffee table and scattered sheets of paper.

Although its eyes are formidable, they don’t possess the ability to see through things and cause piercing damage.

The pages of the book were twisted by the Chongming Bird’s gaze, transforming into countless shards, resembling snowflakes fluttering down. Among the fragments, a sword thrust toward Bo Heya’s brow, only to be caught and pinched between his fingers, leaving a shallow red mark on his brow.

They immediately engaged in a fight without any hesitation, and it was a fight to the death.

The demons of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom are actually accustomed to this kind of fighting life. The lifespan of demons varies; some are short-lived while others are long-lived. On average, their lifespans are even shorter than those of normal people. Most long-lived demons have experienced countless battles and killings, and conflicts between nobles are not uncommon.

"Bai Ze isn’t skilled in fighting… You can’t defeat me with your ability."

Chongming Bird stared at Bai Ze Woman, just inches away, and the distorted space was already curling around the hem of her clothes.

"Of course, I know. But do you think I’m incapable of anything?" she retorted.

The next moment, magical fluctuations surged from her body.

The magic system of Europa has penetrated into every corner of society, serving as a massive internal driving force, much like intricate small gears.

Transplantation of a mysterious system is like transplanting oranges from the south to the north. However, even after thorough study, only certain geniuses can achieve cross-system dominance.

And the advantage of magic lies in the fact that it is completely unfamiliar to the vast majority of demons.

Even Chongming Bird, when it saw the arc of light outlined by magic, had no idea what it was at first.

In Europa, even middle school graduates would know this move called "Sun Fist" because every first-grade student would get hit by this move in combat training class. Rumor has it that it was passed down from the teacher and became a classic written in textbooks, still being widely talked about after hundreds of years.

For the Allied Nations that uphold martial ethics and prioritize practical combat skills, moves like Sun Fist and Sandstorm Palm are not considered dark magic at all. They are classic techniques suitable for inclusion in textbooks as "sightline kills." Anyone who claims that these moves are too dirty or despicable is often regarded as naive because battlefield combat is not a noble duel. Those who hold such ideas are either already gone under the power of Sun Fist or should be discarded into the rubbish heap of history.

Many renowned mages have delved into the study of Sun Fist, developing numerous different versions, all because their mentor once uttered a single sentence.

– This move is merely the basic version of Sun Fist; there is an ultimate version that can instantly flatten an entire city.

For centuries, mages have firmly believed in this, yet no one has succeeded in practicing it.

This is an expected outcome since the ultimate Sun Fist is equivalent to a nuclear bomb.

The mages’ ultimate secret is hidden within science.

Chongming Bird’s innate abilities can only be activated by glaring at someone with its eyes, but its vision is disoriented by Sun Fist, causing it to lose its sense of direction.

Bai Ze Woman withdrew the sword, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately refrained from striking and killing the opponent.

One reason is the lack of absolute certainty, fearing it will waste time;

The second reason is that killing would be meaningless and offer no assistance in the dire situation.

"You can’t leave!" Bo Heya shouted, "If you want to leave, you’ll have to give me a wound!"

"…Fine!"

She swung her sword, blood gushing from Bo Heya’s body as he collapsed to the ground, his eyes regaining some sight, only to see the silhouette of a person leaping from the upstairs.

The ambassador of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom covered his wounds, blood flowing ceaselessly; this was a serious blow, and he would need to lie in a hospital bed for a while.

However, they could try to delay for as long as possible.

But for her, this sword strike meant the complete loss of any retreat.

With the foreign ambassador injured, Yingzhou was bound to issue an arrest order; if she were to fall into their hands, she would be imprisoned, perhaps prolonging her life by a bit.

However, she had nowhere to go within Yingzhou; her only option was to hide in the shadows.

If she wanted to leave, she would have to wait until the chaos subsided and find a way to smuggle herself out. However, by the time global shipping reopened, it would already be February of the next year.

By that time, it would make no difference whether she returned or not; Bai Ze, the small kingdom, would inevitably be conquered by one of the warlords.

"Home in ruins, loved ones lost; only oneself survives."

"It’s better to die."

Bo Heya lay on the cold ground, "Lord Bai Ze, forgive me."

Footsteps could be heard behind the door, news of the attempted assassination of the ambassador of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom spreading like wildfire.

"…"

"Dundun."

"Miss, you’re back."

"Run," the woman said, "Immediately."

"Now?"

"Hurry!"

Dundun no longer maintained its original appearance; its body directly expanded, ripping apart its clothes, transforming into a furry and adorable Beast of Iron, standing at over two meters tall. After its four paws touched the ground, it immediately picked up the woman and began running at full speed.

The Beast of Iron’s running speed was not slow, but very steady.

The Bai Ze Woman’s hoodie was blown open by the wind, revealing her emerald green hair.

She lifted her head, gazing at the wind and moon of this foreign land, the scenery before her eyes appearing incredibly unfamiliar.

What should she do next?

The pursuers would arrive soon; she had left behind traces and her demonic energy. From now on, she could only hide and seek refuge in this realm ruled by humans.

Even if she miraculously managed to evade capture, there would be no way for her to leave this island nation.

She had nowhere else to go.

There was even a lack of currency on hand, no one to help, and the connections from the past were now useless. Each and every one of them had turned into informants. Once she made contact with them, she might quickly become the other party’s bargaining chip.

At this moment, she felt particularly confused. This overwhelming feeling of helplessness drowned out everything else, to the point where she even felt that the spies of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, who could appear at any moment, were no longer as terrifying.

What if she surrendered herself?

She couldn’t help but think like this. If she turned herself in, even if the outcome was imprisonment, it would guarantee food, shelter, and safety. It would just mean she wouldn’t be able to return home for a short period of time. But at least it was better than dying here. If she died here, it wouldn’t even count as a sacrifice, just a lowly death.

The thought of weakness resurfaced, but it was quickly suppressed. It wasn’t time to despair yet, she wanted to struggle a bit longer.

Although she no longer knew the way forward, but…

Just wait a little longer.

Wait until it’s truly hopeless.

Yingzhou’s cold night, the panda ran on the street.

Bai Wei once again traversed the ocean of the spiritual world and arrived at the Tulip Academy.

The school anniversary is getting closer and closer, and even from a distance, one can feel the lively atmosphere.

Although he is an Easterner, he actually feels closer to the European alliance in his heart, perhaps because of different perspectives.

Yingzhou, with its rigid class structure, although it has experienced a technological revolution and injected fresh vitality and passion into society, it’s like injecting fresh water into a stagnant lake – it’s a temporary solution, not addressing the root problem.

The alliance itself has a high social mobility, although it hides various invisible barriers, but with strong enemies around, there has never been a chance to relax for hundreds of years. If one desires a privileged position and status, they must pay a higher price and shoulder more responsibilities. The alliance may not have nobility, but it has titles, and the holders of these titles have often experienced pains that ordinary people cannot bear. These titles are not simply obtained through "hereditary" means.

If one is useless themselves, even if their parents leave behind enough wealth, they may not be able to hold onto it… This is also one of the reasons why Juna Selvicer is so determined to cultivate Judy. In her hands, the Selvicer family has actually become much weaker. Always calling others useless, but in reality, she too is useless…

Bai Wei opened his eyes, consciousness returning to a familiar place. Ah, so familiar…

As soon as he opened his eyes, what he saw was the blissful scene of a women’s dormitory, dressing up mannequins. How wonderful~

Don’t look inappropriately, don’t… Hmm? Wait a minute… Something seems off about this size.

Bai Wei looked up and saw the woman in the mirror, instantly realizing where the sense of incongruity was coming from.

…Why is it you?

…Oh no, I wore the wrong body!