The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 902 - 359: Heartbroken Witch_3

The Jester Emperor yawned and reclined back on the large rock, his arm supporting his neck and his palm cradling his head, relaxed and lazy.

Inside Without-Sun City—suddenly, it turned chaotic like a pot of porridge boiling over.

The Guardian Saint Spirit stationed at the Heaven-Reaching Pillar reacted extremely quickly, immediately filling the gap, and the crack on the Clan Protection Formation was repaired in the blink of an eye.

But in that blink of an eye, two beings had broken in.

One of them wore a red bridal veil and red cloth shoes, holding a red umbrella in hand.

She bathed in the blood rain, walking gracefully, exuding an allure in every step.

Her long legs, because of her walking posture, occasionally flashed from beneath her skirt hem—her delicate skin tempting to touch, and her plump, round shapes were exactly what humans find aesthetically pleasing, making it hard to look away.

However, when you notice her hair trailing on the ground, you’d feel an inexplicable shiver.

Under that blood-red veil, her pale skin and sexy, fiery red lips curled slightly upwards.

The beauty that burst forth in that instant was more enchanting than a meteor slicing through the sky.

As the blood rain intensified, she laughed a chilling laugh while walking through the deserted streets, high buildings collapsing thunderously.

With a flick of her finger, the Shining World Fetus in charge of surveillance was spellbound, stepping out from its cover and converging towards her.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh..."

"Laugh, laugh, laugh..."

A humanoid monster suspected of controlling blood, charming people’s hearts, continued to slaughter lives within Without-Sun City, leaving behind an ever-growing path of white bones wherever it passed.

"New bride... a False God of the Abyss of the Red Dust?"

Ye Tieqi suddenly charged from his seat, and a gigantic horse-shaped Guardian Saint Spirit appeared beneath him, merging man and horse, riding through the sky.

That withered, decrepit aura of a saint, like fuel ignited, reached its peak instantly.

But Ye Tieqi did not charge directly at the new bride.

He shattered a ring and with a boom, dust flew, and a massive skeletal being knocked down buildings, emitting an ultra-low frequency scream, and the crimson blood rain falling from the sky immediately became sluggish and lethargic.

"No wonder the vast and formidable Ming Lamp Night Clan still has toys made from False God corpses..."

The new bride smiled winningly, her snow-white palm lifted a corner of her red veil, her serene red pupils focusing behind the skeletal being.

"You are guilty, deserving of a thousand deaths!"

Ye Tieqi, unafraid of those red eyes, let out a cold shout, ancient text only decipherable by Ancient Demons, wrapped around the new bride’s exposed ankle like a whirlwind.

"The Way of the Music, to kill with words?"

The new bride’s smile brightened, and between her gleaming white teeth, one could vaguely see the remnants of unidentified creature’s flesh:

"In my life, I detest male creatures the most."

"Like you, eloquent and most deceptive, living in this world just wastes food..."

"Rushing sound——"

Blood rain fell violently as the bride, in a flash, leaped and kicked out, clashing with the Bone King’s corpse on equal footing.

Ye Tieqi remained composed, their commands dense like a tight-binding spell, continuously activated to change patterns and restrict her movements.

...

"Ming Lamp Night Clan, hand over the body of the Great Slaughter God!"

"Since the mid Near Ancient Era, there have only been two gods from All Heavens in the prison, and despite our troubled deliberations, we still haven’t managed to achieve godhood!"

"I have reasons to suspect that you all have deliberately retained the Godly Prison Mark. Hand over the divinity, hand it over!!!"

The second creature that burst into Without-Sun City also arrived at the realm of the False God.

She wore a sexy black leather skirt and had a feminine body, standing ten meters tall, far surpassing humans.

But she did not possess a beautiful face, only a dog’s head covered with thick black curly hair, messily hanging down like dense weeds.

"I’m just short of one mark of divinity... just short of one mark..."

"Once I have the mark of divinity... I will be a god, a true god! An invincible god! Ahhh! Don’t force me! I don’t want to kill!!"

The creature with a dog’s head swung countless crippled claws, each one appearing as if it could tear apart superalloys.

However, none of the creatures she hit died; all of them fell to the ground, tears streaming, faces full of sorrow.

Night Roufeng, Ye Tianming, Ye Shu...Several saints converged from different directions, but once they reached a certain distance, they stopped simultaneously, not daring to step further.

"Heartbroken Witch... a once glorious demon bloodline from the Ancient Era?"

"I heard that you did not survive the Broken Era Calamity, and the Near Ancient Era had already vanished. Who would have thought not only has your bloodline continued into the New Era, but it has also surpassed the Ancestor, achieving near-deity status?"

Ye Xuanren, pushing a cannon the size of a baby carriage, moved past those who were grief-stricken and immobile, closing in slowly:

"Our Great Slaughter God fell in battle, body and spirit completely annihilated, not even a fragment of a cell left behind."

"The divinity that originated from Him was either taken by the enemy or by someone fishing in troubled waters."

"Of course, the most likely scenario is that this mark of divinity naturally diluted and returned to the earth, and any False God with the same seal might possibly obtain it."

"How many tens of thousands of years ago was this? Now in the Second Epoch of the New Era, you help the Jester Emperor for such reasons, becoming his lackey, serving Him?"

"The Jester Emperor said, He is fifty percent sure, the mark of divinity is hidden in your ancestral land!"

The Heartbroken Witch exploded in rage. Already frenzied, in her fury, humans and Contracted Spirits who were crying rivers of tears stopped breathing and ended their own lives.

"I will turn your ancestral land upside down!"

"Kill! Kill! If I don’t kill you, you will kill me! I need to become a god, I want to become the unique ’Heartbroken Goddess’! Die, die, all of you die!"

"Boom!!"

The Divine Blood Cannon fired its first round, and the Heartbroken Witch’s right arm exploded, scattering her flesh and blood across the sky.

She let out a painful scream, shedding a black tear.

In an instant, an abyss deeper than the Abyss itself transformed into dark clouds, into Wild Wind, sweeping across all visible creatures.