Chapter 142
As soon as the words were spoken, a roaring sound like the breath of a nuclear explosion spread, and fiery clouds descended like a falling sun, the sea of fire, red to black, devouring the twilight.
The girl's delicate, fair hands, like Surtr from Norse mythology, were actually wielding a colossal blade that blotted out the sky from tens of thousands of meters away in the void. Accompanied by sonic booms stretching for thousands of miles, it sliced through the rings of countless eyeballs, shattering the archangel into pieces as if it were a toy.
Subsequently, the ruins of the country were reduced to scorched earth ravaged by flames.
But many more, like maggots clinging to bones, archangels of various forms, were revived and born within the rules of the Old Testament, all watching over and smiling.
That forgotten battle, a war fought by mortals against the gods, continues endlessly in the illusion of the Sea of Truth.
Underground central control room.
The Dream Weaver Rabbit opened its eyes, instantly detaching from its personality module as the chief mentor and mascot of <Flash Dance>, and entering Super AI mode with a godlike global perspective. Through the Aether Satellite [Fuxi], it accurately detected the anomalies of high walls around the world.
--[Pure white].
This Miracle High Wall, which is of utmost concern to countries around the world, is experiencing an unprecedented tremor. Unlike previous tremors that were imperceptible to the naked eye, its shaking can be clearly seen by flying a drone into the sky.
In an instant, people all over the world received the same message.
Super AI Analysis Report:
"[Pure White] trembled again, the ether particles fluctuated greatly, the wall located in the Faroe Islands in the Atlantic Ocean disappeared, the mirage standing in the sky showed slight signs of collapse, and the self-repair rate decreased by 880.9%..."
Countless projections unfolded from inside the room, and discussions of fear, sighs, and prayers gradually arose.
"Why did this happen? There were no warning signs, and it doesn't follow any previous patterns!"
"This collapse occurred at an unprecedented rate; has its mercy on humanity finally reached its limit?"
"The collapse of [Pure White] would be a catastrophe for humanity; the Kindling Project has only just begun."
"Perhaps we've been wrong about the rate at which [Pure White] is collapsing. If it continues at this pace, the high walls simply won't be able to withstand the final battle of [Flash Dance]."
"Nobody knows how long [Pure White] can hold out. If it collapses this time, at least 30% of the world's countries will be instantly overthrown."
"We must face this with the utmost pessimism; perhaps it's time to prepare and initiate the filing process ahead of schedule."
These important figures from the Donghuang Federation discussed amongst themselves, but they all looked up at the sky at the Wall of Sighs, which had protected human civilization for 17 years, as if they were watching a meteor shower about to fall on the whole world, their eyes filled with undisguised fear.
How long can [Pure White] last?
Area A1, practice room.
Tang Liuli emerged from another shower room, looking like a cat drenched in rain. She was drying her soft, black hair with a large towel, her emerald eyes gazing solemnly into the mirror, her small face very serious.
The Green Eyed Cat changed into a summery dress with a wide neckline that revealed her slender collarbone. The back featured crisscrossing straps, creating a hazy, ethereal beauty as her skin and fabric intertwined.
The girl had a slender waist, and a third of her thighs were exposed below. One of them was tied with a leg ring, and her fair legs were particularly eye-catching as her skirt swayed.
Well, if you put aside the gloomy, socially awkward, and forcedly outgoing image, she's now simply an invincible, youthful beauty.
However, with just a little bit of acting skill, even this flaw can be made up for.
How about that? This is an unbeatable tactic for changing your impression through clothing!
Tang Liuli cheered herself up in front of the mirror. Her eyes were slightly upturned, and the beauty mark next to her was the finishing touch. Her pink lips parted, revealing an exceptionally charming smile. She suddenly felt that she was much cuter than that Sakura Girl.
"Great! Wujian and Xiao Shu have gone back to their dorms, and Xiao Qing is still showering in the practice room. She has three hours of rest afterward. Liuli, you need to seize this opportunity and take the initiative! Invite Qing Mom to go see the neon movie together!"
The Green Eyed Cat muttered to herself, frantically picking out perfumes, starting to agonize over her choice:
"Burberry's Pink Ballad is nice; the floral-fruity fragrance smells a little like Qing Mom's blood."
"But both Nina Ricci and Anna Sui's fragrances are floral-fruity, it's just that the top notes are very different."
"But wouldn't being too girlish be a bad idea? I should be more like a mature woman. If I want to break that image, wouldn't Gabrielle, with her urban sophisticated image, be a better choice?"
"Wait a minute, but I'm dressed very girly today. Should I change my clothes?"
Tang Liuli became more and more conflicted as she thought about it. She had absolutely no experience with dating, let alone dating a girl.
I'm furious! When that old man arranged the courses according to that woman's will, didn't he ever consider that I would one day be playing a mature and beautiful lesbian heartthrob? He didn't even include a course on seducing girls! How incredibly unprofessional!
Tang Liuli wished she could go back a few years and skip all her classes to focus on learning how to seduce a woman.
For now, she could only silently rummage through the few dresses she had brought in her bag, racing against time to think of the best outfit.
The sea of fire burned the continent.
An endless twilight enveloped the world, and the remains of angels lay scattered on scorched earth.
Chu Yuanqing lost count of how many times he had swung Laevateinn, and he couldn't remember how many times his body had been blown apart, only to return to the battlefield relying on his memory of [immortality].
This is a world of illusion.
Even if that miraculous victory were to be repeated, and the Old Testament, one of the thirteen calamities, were to be defeated once again, everything would still have to be overturned and started all over again.
--The battle is meaningless.
If it's the kind of illusion she experienced before, her five senses can vaguely penetrate into reality, so it can be completely ignored. She can patiently wait for the rampage to come to an end.
However, as time goes by, the curse of the Sea of Truth is also multiplying. The illusions that couldn't even interfere with the work of many office workers in the past have now ascended to the level of mere illusions.
If we choose to avoid war now, the allure of the Old Testament will inevitably erode our will.
However, if one forgets who they are even for a moment, all the blessings formed by willpower will inevitably collapse, and the outcome is self-evident.
Therefore, war is the only option.
Chu Yuanqing was covered in blood and wounds, like a porcelain vase on the verge of breaking. Her body was covered with cracks, especially her hand and wrist that were holding Laevateinn.
The intersecting black lines collapsed, revealing a deep, dark void where the blood had evaporated completely.
Most terrifyingly, however, was that from the edges of these cracks, streams of fire ranging from red to pitch black emanated, spreading and swirling around, solidifying into beautiful and illusory rings.
The price of Laevateinn's blessing is that its flames can only be extinguished by Chu Yuanqing's blood.
If all the blood in one's body is poured directly into Laevateinn at once, this Mythical Weapon will enter a forced cooling phase, making the flames within it more controllable than ever before, and forcibly freezing the host's life.
Based on this characteristic, Chu Yuanqing developed a unique life-threatening technique.
--[Burn Ash].
In this state, she can only survive for three seconds.
Within three seconds, Chu Yuanqing not only shares the same origin and destiny as Laevateinn, thus exempting him from some of the rules and authority of the Disaster God, but he can also fully unleash the power of this Mythical Weapon, leaping from the national level to the surface level, or even the planetary level.
Because each battle against the Disaster God results in at least six-figure casualties, she always activates [Burn Ash] immediately upon starting a battle to maximize the benefit of each life.
The same is true now.
Chu Yuanqing's slender hands fused with the sword hilt, like a piece of charred scabbed charcoal. She was clearly such a beautiful person, but her skin cracked inch by inch with each swing of the sword, her limbs melted and peeled away, and finally, like a shattered porcelain doll, she turned into an ugly corpse, and then rose up again in an unsightly manner.
The battle of illusions has no end.
But every battle with the Disaster God is as endless as this one.
Chu Yuanqing was like a traveler about to faint in the warm snow; her consciousness was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind. In her daze, Charlotte's voice, like a horse galloping before departure, gently fell into her ears:
"Xiaoqing, you've been doing a fantastic job all along."
"Now no one can make demands on you anymore, and no one has the right to make demands on you. You're always like this, too gentle and too stubborn. It's clearly painful to continue living, isn't it?"
"So, let's just stop here and get some rest."
Chu Yuanqing silently gazed at the distant, cracked twilight sky, ignoring her charred and shattered half-body, like an immortal giant in an epic, whose sword, pulled out with renewed effort, ignited a fire more blazing than the sunset.
In that instant, fiery clouds surged like a tide, engulfing heaven and earth.
Like sparks from fireworks, they lingered in the unfocused depths of my pupils.
Chu Yuanqing's eyes were gentle, and she gave a fragile smile, murmuring softly:
"I'm sorry, Charlotte."
"Not yet. The world where you can confidently sing and dance on stage still needs me to unleash my Laevateinn once more."
"I will not break my promise... The vow we made in the City of Doomsday, before you took your own life, will never be broken, no matter the cost or the sacrifice."
This was her last and only act of willfulness.
Volume 1: Chapter 141. Charlotte's Farewell, a Terrifying Battlefield. (5K)
Forbidden Zone at Dusk.
The deity perished amidst the fiery sunset.
Chu Yuanqing stood with her sword, her bones decayed to ashes, her skin cracked, like a work of art about to crumble, destined to peel away and collapse in the embrace of the fiery clouds.
Those streams of fire, emerging from the cracks in the skin, the organs of the body, and the corners of the eyes like dust, are turning from black to red, from red to orange, their colors becoming increasingly pale, dull and soft.
These Lingering Fire, forged from her own soul as fuel, are like countless threads connecting every ashes of her body, stitching them together to form the shape of her shell. This is the true reason why she is immortal in her [Burn Ash] state.
But now, even the Lingering Fire are dying out.
Chu Yuanqing's beautiful golden eyes shattered like weathered fragments. She wearily lowered her head, and the Laevateinn, which was fused with her palm, disintegrated, like a thin, dilapidated doll, slowly falling to the ground in the grand radiance.
--A hard-fought victory.
The ending of this illusion recreated the tragic scene of the initial victory over the Old Testament.
Chu Yuanqing will never see the sunset he created with his own hands, just as he felt helpless after going through all the hardships to save the world, only to be unable to enjoy happiness.
Just as she was about to fall to the ground, someone who shouldn't have been there embraced her lithe body as if it were a precious treasure, whispering with a smile mixed with sadness:
"Xiaoqing, are you having fun in the new world?"
Charlotte's eyelashes drooped, her pupils were a gradient of azure blue like phosphorescent phyllite, her face was exquisitely beautiful, with a unique charm that was both bewitching and captivating. She exuded a radiant and passionate aura, like a fairyland, and a warmth that seemed to melt into the skin like powder or water.
This woman, known as the Doomsday Diva, remains as clear-headed as when we first met. She is clearly sorrowful and sentimental, yet the smile that appears when the corners of her eyes slightly upturned still exudes a soft, mango-like warmth, offering a comforting and healing touch.
It's strange, I shouldn't feel anything, and I can't make a sound from my throat.
Chu Yuanqing still felt the warmth of being embraced. She could smell the scent on Charlotte that seemed to symbolize all the beauty in the world. It was like the sweet scent of a ripe autumn pear, nestled in a bouquet of white freesias, mixed with golden amber, lily of the valley, and slightly cool woody notes, creating a sweet and golden impression.
These are Charlotte's qualities: enthusiasm, liveliness, sincerity, and warmth. Even after experiencing the turmoil of the apocalypse, witnessing the most despicable aspects of humanity, and traversing the most dilapidated ruins, she remained steadfast, always choosing to face suffering with a smile and spread beauty.
But... how did Charlotte end up here?
Could the illusion of the Sea of Truth not only replicate the authority of the Disaster God, but also trace back the history after the victory over the [Old Testament]?
Chu Yuanqing was somewhat bewildered. She vaguely remembered that after defeating the [Old Testament], it was Charlotte who led her away from the continent that was about to sink into the deep sea.
However, if it were merely a matter of retracing history, Charlotte would never have been able to utter any words about the New World.
Charlotte gently stroked her face and whispered:
"Is it strange? Indeed, this illusion is different from any before."
"Xiaoqing, you have successfully recreated the miracle of defeating the Disaster God, fulfilling the conditions for clearing this illusion. And I am Charlotte, constructed based on the history of the illusion and your memories."
"So, I know some things you've forgotten, and I also know things I shouldn't have known at this time."
The girl's pink lips curled slightly, revealing a playful smile. She blinked and said nonchalantly:
"Although I don't know why this happened, for now... let's just consider it a reward for victory."
"How about it? A beautiful girl like me as a prize is definitely the most luxurious kind, right? Xiaoqing, you'd better cherish it."
Chu Yuanqing's eyelashes had withered and turned to ash, her eyelids and face were charred and indistinct. A mix of emotions welled up in her heart, a strong bitterness surged into her soul, yet she smiled with relief and whispered:
"Of course, this is the best gift I've ever received in my life."
"The illusion of the Sea of Truth isn't entirely without merit."
"At least, I can still feel your warmth and smell again."
Charlotte was a little unconvinced, and she counted on her fingers as she added:
"That's not all. You can also enjoy my lap pillow, hug me freely, kiss me, talk to me, pour out your troubles to me, complain about 17 years of corporate life, the daily routine of raising a child, and your true feelings about recently becoming a beautiful girl and being chased and kissed by a group of pretty girls."
Chu Yuanqing felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She was filled with shame and guilt. She suddenly realized that the "Charlotte" created by this accident had become a complete collection of her Black History, connecting almost her entire life, with each sentence a critical hit and a scathing revelation.
This encounter, transcending time and death, turned into a public execution site.
But inexplicably, all those words that needed to be explained, expressed, and poured out were extinguished by the strong and pure emotions in my heart, along with my guilt and shame, which evaporated and were refined into a simple and unpretentious sentence.