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Chapter 364 We Are All Moving Forward
Ningxi Fengyuan was not beautiful; in fact, she could be described as heartless.
Apart from the deathly winds surging from the bottomless, pitch-black chasm, there was only the inky black earth, which looked like it had been soaked in blood and was filled with scattered boulders.
There were no weeds or beasts in sight, only the sound of the wind, like a mocking laugh, in the deathly silence.
Without a doubt, this is not a good place, and it is far too vast. Jiang Kehan estimates that the Ningxi Wind Abyss is at least as large as a city.
But none of this has anything to do with the Underworld. After all, the Underworld is just a simple isolation zone. How could it possibly bring about such a desperate scene?
It will only hold onto the more desperate things tightly in its hands until the world is destroyed.
"Is this the lingering poison that even after death, the level 9 fantasy species can hardly eradicate?" Jiang Kehan sighed softly, her disgust growing stronger.
The fantasy species is far too filthy compared to its beautiful name.
Its birth is related to the contaminated spirit.
Although the spirits are fickle, they are still one of the cornerstones of the world. How could they be easily corrupted? Even if they were completely corrupted, it would take a process, right?
For example, a “cycle” exceeding hundreds of billions of times—no, exceeding the number that can be explored by common sense—can also be called waste utilization.
One second she was a flying bird, the next she became a stubborn rock. In the illogical world factory, Lingye was being pulled and torn apart, becoming less and less pure.
Until they reached a certain limit, these spirits, carrying the filth left behind by their "past lives," began to entangle with matter, forming nightmare-like creatures, also known as fantasy species.
Something so mad it transcends fantasy and logic.
Like black mud, it is filled with the eyes of different creatures, and its body is covered with cracked rocks and broken glass with arms. It has no fixed form and is a desperate thing born from the tug-of-war of countless "past lives".
Expecting this thing to be rational is really asking too much of it, and what's even more frustrating is that this thing loves to bring its family along!
That's why Ye Yu left quickly after Jiang Kehan finished hunting the Yin Fenglong, to avoid being discovered by the local fantasy species.
A level 5 fantasy species, exuding despair in the midst of battle, is enough to attract a level 6 fantasy species, and they can even continue to nest them.
If you don't kill the fantasy species fast enough, what awaits you is a dark sea of despair where the old ones come after the young ones, and the ancestors of the old ones come together to devour you completely.
Disgusting, extremely disgusting.
Therefore, when encountering fantasy creatures, most other creatures besides witches would prefer to run away.
And if they can't run away, don't expect those greedy people to have much public spirit and risk being contaminated to kill the fantasy species.
Yes, the fantasy species also come with their own pollution. Although it's not as bad as the Abyss, it's still enough to cause headaches and even despair.
The only thing that can be resisted is the witch's magic and the authority of the "supreme".
Therefore, these greedy people usually exile fantasy species that are weaker than themselves.
Since garbage is disgusting enough and difficult to deal with, just throw it somewhere out of sight, since it's not them that will suffer the calamity.
That's why fantasy creatures are now everywhere; sometimes, even when you're at home, a huge pile of non-recyclable trash might fall from the sky.
Aside from witches, only witches would suffer the hardship of dealing with these disgusting things.
Will these greedy people be grateful? Of course not! They are simply indifferent. After all, they are not the ones suffering from the disaster, so why should they care, and why should they be grateful?
This is nature, nature that belongs to the greedy.
Sometimes, Jiang Kehan couldn't even tell whether the fantasy species was more disgusting, or the greedy people who recklessly enjoyed the power.
Since it's all about killing, there's no such thing as killing the wrong people; it's just that the killing wasn't ruthless enough. It gave these people, who deserved to be tortured to death countless times, a quick and painless end.
Thinking of this, Jiang Kehan suddenly felt a little tired. She leaned against the dark boulder and coldly looked at the bottomless abyss.
The Abyss is something that cannot be fought against by human power, at least not by her.
Faced with natural disaster, all Jiang Kehan could do was take a break and make sure she wouldn't die from her own negligence.
After all, she was quite tired from hunting all the way.
Even the sharpest blade has begun to lose its edge, becoming somewhat dull in a physical sense.
"This world of ditches," Jiang Kehan sighed softly, suddenly feeling a pang of longing for a carefree future.
Only then could she truly understand how much the witch had sacrificed in the past to achieve such a glorious future.
Accompanied by the sparse whistling of the wind, Jiang Kehan slowly closed her eyes, feeling a slight bitterness in her mouth, yet a smile appeared on her face.
Yes, she came here because she didn't give in either.
The road ahead is long, but we should not stop.
For a fleeting moment, the unchanging sound of the wind seemed to pause, before resuming its usual flow.
After a short rest, Jiang Kehan opened her eyes again, but the dark anger that had been burning within her seemed to have vanished and was now hidden deeper within.
Now, she no longer faces enemies, but unknown fears, which stem from her own fears.
But she did not hesitate or feel afraid. She walked slowly but firmly toward the bottom of Ningxi Wind Abyss, feeling the wind blowing her cascading black hair.
He then fell face-first to the ground, plummeting into the bottomless abyss.
On the other side, Night Fragrance, traveling by train, also arrived at her destination, the Deathly Star, which was as huge as the sun.
For a level 9 being, destroying a so-called planet is as simple as picking your teeth after a meal, regardless of size.
Only the universe itself can make them raise their heads in admiration, this fragrant nourishment.
As for Ye Lai Xiang, the first noble of France, and Jennifer Hayes, the head of the Temple, they are similar.
There was only one reason that would make Jennifer Hayes stop here: to keep watch over the sleeping tyrant, the Supreme One.
Whether it slept or not, who cares? Just like it wouldn't care about being watched by insects.
After passing through the desolate and tasteless dust, the night-blooming jasmine finally met this taciturn knight.
She wore heavy armor that looked as if it had been cast in bronze, with only her sharp eyes showing. Her hands were planted on a giant sword that was stuck upside down in the ground, ignoring the wind and destruction, only to fulfill her duty.
They also ignored the approaching night-blooming jasmine.
"Sigh, it's not easy to see an old friend, but you're still so indifferent?" Night Fragrance stopped ten steps away from Jennifer Hayes. She knew that if she dared to step within ten steps, the other party wouldn't care whether she was the First Noble of France or not.
She was met only with merciless blows.
Jennifer Hayes' eyes seemed puzzled. She glanced coldly at the night-blooming jasmine out of the corner of her eye, as if questioning: Who do you think you are?
Chapter 365 We Still Have Something to Talk About
The Temple, an organization that is quite peculiar even among witches.
The first thing that comes to mind is his aloofness; he's aloof and doesn't care about anyone except a few noble princes.
Sometimes, even King Xun could only watch them silently, letting them go their own way.
Because what they represent is the old Franzian culture that is about to be abandoned by the times, and all the witches who love Franzian culture.
Well, although it's a bit frustrating, there aren't many Fran witches in this era who truly care about Fran; they're just concerned with their own small home.
As for Fran? It doesn't matter when they changed their name, they're all pretty much the same anyway.
Such a collapse.
If Jiang Kehan's anger towards foreign wars stems from her love for witches, regardless of nationality, then the French witches' anger is simply because there is no longer any place for them to go.
As for the flange? Good luck with it.
You know, that's how ruthless the times are; only the most "foolish" people stagnate.
For example, the Temple.
Thus, they continued to uphold these Fran witches, bearing the sorrow of being abandoned.
Resentment? The Guardians shouldn't, and wouldn't, have such a thing, just as they never thought of repaying or interfering in Fran's internal affairs.
They simply fell silent.
But this doesn't mean they have no temper. No matter who dares to disobey their duties, they dare to draw their swords, even if they are no match for them, even if the opponent is a noble or a high-ranking official.
So what if it's death? Would someone abandoned by the times be afraid of that?
But Ye Laixiang knew that they also cared about things, after all, the resentment and malice within her also stemmed from these "foolish" people.
So, faced with Jennifer Hayes's indifference, she simply smiled and shook her head, not taking it to heart. Instead, she looked at Tyrant Xuyu with him.
That was a beam of light, far exceeding the definition of distance.
Everyone sees something different in this light, just like the other person's authority and time.
This is an unimaginable enemy, and an enemy from which there is no way to attack.
No, when it is regarded as an enemy, it means that destruction is imminent.
But this time, it was the other side that first regarded the witch as an enemy, so war was unavoidable.
"You know that the executioner who carried it out was Keva Miller, right?" Night Fragrance said calmly, ignoring the dazzling light of Tyrant · Moment.
A hint of longing rose in Jennifer Hayes' eyes, and she nodded slightly, raising her head.
Her somewhat hoarse voice reached Ye Laixiang's ears: "You came here for her? You're underestimating her too much."
It sounded like a sneer, but also carried a hint of contempt.
Ever since learning that Keva Miller was among those to be executed by Tyrant Moment, Jennifer Hayes never worried that the plan would fail; she only cared about how spectacularly she would win.
Because the other party is Keva Miller.
If Angeli von Lushvid, known as the Witch of Destruction, is the most powerful executioner of this era in terms of direct combat strength.
Liang Qi, the founder of the Su Zhu faction, was the strongest supporter and poisoner of this era.
Then Keva Miller is the most well-rounded, a perfect person with almost no weaknesses.
Even if this universe is destroyed and all the other witches die, Keva Miller will never die.
Everyone thinks that way, but what if...
“What if I told you that Keva Miller has already decided to die?” Night-blooming jasmine’s calm yet sorrowful whisper was far more terrifying than thunder to Jennifer Hayes.
A crimson glint flashed in her eyes, and the greatsword in her hand, almost instantly bringing death, was pressed against Ye Laixiang's neck. Suppressing boundless rage, she gritted her teeth and questioned her.
"What nonsense are you spouting, or are you trying to provoke me?!"
But as the greatsword whipped up a gust of wind, Night-Blooming Jasmine's hood slowly fell down, revealing her eyes, streaked with dark tears, leaving Jennifer Hayes with no room for further doubt.
Her hands, which were originally like hands that would never be shaken, slowly swayed, feeling an indescribable powerlessness.