Subtitle: I will exact vengeance upon you for everything you have done to my people.
“Blood feud, irreconcilable enmity. Whether you are ready or not, I am more than prepared to play with you all!”
Qiweiya twisted her neck, waking from her dream. She glanced at the empty flesh chamber, a bitter expression on her face.
“So it’s true? It has completely merged with me…”
“Though I am not the god Naraku you know, they are still a clone born from a fragment of my divine soul, left behind during my transmigration. I can’t just ignore them.”
A ‘thump-thump-thump’ sound emanated from beneath Qiweiya’s feet.
The old Qiweiya might have found it repulsive, but now, having assimilated the memories of these believers, she could no longer see them that way.
After all, they had chosen to shatter like jade rather than remain intact as tile, all for her sake. If she were still capable of treating them with cold words, then she would surely be the first to condemn herself.
Gazing at the fleshy wall before her, Qiweiya murmured,
“Sacrifice life for righteousness, glorious even in death? Hehehe~ If that is the case, then as the inheritor of your will, I cannot hesitate!”
With a ‘squelch,’ her single hand plunged effortlessly into the constantly shifting flesh wall.
“People of Naraku! Let me see the depth of your resolve. Let me feel the extent of your hatred for the gods. I do not wish for you to disappoint me… so struggle with all your might!”
As if in response to Qiweiya’s fervent call, the surrounding flesh twisted frantically.
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————I shall bathe the gods in blood!————
Lysander observed the trembling crimson giant before her with a hint of bewilderment.
Yet, driven by her desire to avenge Qiweiya, she would not let such a prime opportunity slip away.
A ‘hum!’ With ‘Photon Slash,’ two crimson light blades sprang from Lysander’s arms.
A flash of red light streaked across, and a massive blood-red cross ripped open the giant’s flesh.
However, Lysander remained unsatisfied. “Such an attack, capable of severing all, only inflicts a mere scratch?”
Observing the giant still trembling, Lysander sensed something peculiar.
‘Could it be that Lord Qiweiya was difficult to digest, causing indigestion or something similar? Otherwise, it had been so active just moments ago.’
With a ‘clatter-clatter,’ the giant, to Lysander’s astonishment, began to unravel and decompose like a cocoon.
Crimson flesh tendrils flew wildly through the air, a truly spectacular sight.
Then, with a ‘clang-clang-clang,’ the tendrils transformed into colossal crimson chains.
With a ‘whoosh,’ they instantly spread out, truly obscuring the sky and eclipsing the sun.
Lysander was surprised to find Qiweiya’s figure at the far end of the chains.
Qiweiya, having also spotted Lysander, offered a faint smile before her expression soured as she turned to gaze at the chains filling the sky.
To be honest, seeing this made Qiweiya’s face fall considerably. She had just managed to escape the shadow of one set of tentacles, and now this reminded her of that accursed experience!
She deeply felt about this grand gift from her people: ‘Surprise, yes, but joy, no. If you had chosen a more conventional weapon, like a chainsaw, or a chainsaw, I would actually be quite grateful~’
Despite her words, Qiweiya was reluctant to acknowledge this new armament, yet… its practicality earned her significant approval, especially its reshaping ability.
One had to remember that this crystal, formed from the life will and souls of the First Race that had retreated an era ago, hadn’t even been scratched by her continent-sinking attacks.
If this were to transform into a set of armor, it would be absolutely phenomenal! It truly had the potential to elevate her to unprecedented heights.
Moreover, its innate ability to corrode everything and its fusion characteristics made it truly exceptional.
‘Had she not known these chains were the main body, Qiweiya wouldn’t have minded giving them a lick or two.’
Startled by her own thoughts, Qiweiya hastily recited a calming mantra.
The chains, however, paid no heed to her attempts at inner peace, autonomously binding themselves around Qiweiya.
Qiweiya flinched, watching the chains continuously retract into her body.
While she knew this was a necessary process, it looked utterly grotesque.
With a dark expression, Qiweiya gazed at the endless chains still contracting in mid-air, feeling utterly distraught. ‘When the hell is this going to end?’
“Though I genuinely feel nothing, and I know you’re merely concealing yourselves in the alternate dimension within my body, couldn’t you be a little more… normal? Don’t be so terrifying!”
If one were to describe Qiweiya’s current sensation, it felt like a mental violation.
Had she not known that interrupting the ritual might compromise the integrity of this armament, Qiweiya would have unhesitatingly halted this arduous and painful process.
Originally, Qiweiya had planned to emerge with a grand announcement, using amplifying magic to project her power across the world and assert her dominance.
Now, after this ordeal, she had lost all desire for such a display. Qiweiya’s spirit was utterly crushed.
Lysander cautiously flew before Qiweiya.
“Lord Qiweiya, are you truly alright?”
Qiweiya listlessly raised her eyes for a glance.
“Oh, it’s Lysander? Your new look is quite good.”
Silence.
Lysander’s face remained impassive. “That’s it?”
“That’s it. Did you expect me, currently overwhelmed, to lavish you with praise and bestow a golden seal? Forget it! Can’t you see I’m extremely annoyed right now? I’ll hit you, you know~”
Lysander retracted the light blades on her hands, observing the ceaseless chains.
“How long does Lord intend to take? I doubt the gods of this continent will allow us to leisurely attune this armament here.”
Blood-red light surged in Qiweiya’s eyes.
“Hehehe! If they come, all the better. It saves me the trouble of rummaging through every nook and cranny to drag them out one by one for divine retribution!”
“Hmgh~”
“What’s wrong?” Lysander asked, seeing Qiweiya suddenly let out a muffled grunt.
Qiweiya’s expression was grim.
“Someone is attacking my chains… and their strength is considerable. Go help me block those small fry! I’ll see if I can speed up the attunement process. Although it might have some impact on its usage, I believe it will be enough to deal with the gods here!”
Lysander was not one to dither.
“In that case, I will go hold them off first. Also, I hope Lord will be careful.”
Qiweiya stared blankly at Lysander, who had transformed into a crimson streak of light and sped away, feeling a flicker of uncertainty.
‘Did I mishear just now? Lysander showing concern? No, no, no! It must be that I’ve been too stressed lately and am hallucinating.’
“However, now is not the time to dwell on such minor matters. Speeding up and joining Lysander to eliminate those who attacked is the priority.”
Faster! Faster! Faster! Qiweiya frantically accelerated the attunement process with her Origin Power, anxiously watching Lysander, who was already at a disadvantage.
Lysander was not a combat-oriented type. Even with the ‘idle-mode triple-boost’ she had activated, she couldn’t unleash much of her true power.
No matter how high her attack, if she couldn’t hit the opponent, it was utterly useless.
The chains poured into the alternate dimension within Qiweiya’s body as if on fast-forward.
A crisp ‘clatter-clatter-clatter’ of metal resounded incessantly, yet Qiweiya remained unsatisfied.
Although two-thirds had already been absorbed, at a speed of several thousand meters per second, it was truly negligible compared to the millions of meters still remaining.
With a ‘shriiiing,’ Qiweiya’s pupils abruptly contracted. “Lysander!”
Under the encirclement of hundreds of heroic spirits and suffering multiple injuries, Lysander was finally truly gravely wounded.
Her slender right arm was severed by a greatsword imbued with the property of non-regeneration.
Under Qiweiya’s furious gaze, Lysander’s broken form was seized by two of them, her legs grasped and her body flung towards the ground like a broken doll.
Lysander’s butterfly wings were instantly shorn off, leaving only terrifying remnants of their roots on her back.
Falling into the starry sky alongside several severed wing fragments, Lysander appeared both tragically beautiful and utterly desolate.
Qiweiya went berserk!
What she could tolerate least was anyone harming those close to her. Although Lysander had constantly undermined her along the way, Qiweiya had long since accepted this girl, who seemed devoid of emotion, like a delicate doll, into her heart.
“You… all! Die! Now!”
A ‘whoosh—’ A blood-red chain of light, splitting heaven and earth, swept across, leaving behind a crimson sky, like a veritable purgatory.