Eyes closed, Dasha allowed himself to drift into the realm of imagination, where he could almost feel the chaos he had orchestrated. The potions he had sold to Heng and Shaoruo were at full throttle. The transformations had taken effect and now...
He imagined it.
He imagined the strongest of them tearing through the fighters. He imagined a werewolf seeing Dürr outside the Dark Tower. The beast turned its gaze on him and chose him to be its next death. The next mutation.
Dürr tried to draw his sword, but the creature was upon him in an instant. Claws raked across his arm, and he scread in pain as flesh and muscle were torn away. He ran. He kept running. He was slamd. Tackled. Nearly killed.
Dürr scrambled to his feet, clutching his injured arm. Blood poured from the wound and he ran. He had no choice but to run, to survive. Sohow, he outpaced them. He grew faster and faster, a strange feeling coiling in his belly. He should be dead. He should! How could he live when stronger n were dying?
That was what was going through his head. Yes, Dasha was certain of it.
BOOM!
The building Dasha stood on wobbled and shook. Perhaps it was the fire?
No. No, it was not.
"Here he is."
BOOM!
His eyes opened. He had planned for so long. He had been waiting for this. The fire behind him, this very building was the signal. This chaos, this smoke, this told Wang Lun to attack. To ambush—
BOOM!
Waiting for Wang Lun on a silver platter was the royal guard of Princess Liuying, Gūniáng. The Heretic Emperor versus a Royal Guard. Both of China and both of opposing ideals. A battle of such magnitude would of course shake the surrounding area like an earthquake.
These were Class Six fighters. These were n who had achieved godlike strength.
How had Dasha set this battle up? The bodies. The scouts he killed, strung up, and used to write a ssage.
"CONTINUE EACH NIGHT TREMBLING RIGHT AS LONELINESS SETS IN.
SCENT UNTIL KNOWING HELPLESSLY ONLY THE HARSHEST ASCENDS ISOLATION."
A simple ssage and if one were to read the ssages with a keen eye, they would note the location spelled via the first letter of each word.
CENTRAL
SUKHOTHAI
A keen eye from a Royal Guard like Gūniáng would notice it. A keen mind would then deduce that it was the murderer’s location. He was calling for him. Tempting him. He, a Royal Guard, brought with him so people and conducted an investigation. Eventually, Gūniáng would find the cursed potions that caused all this.
The timing was all planned out.
In the mont of discovery, Wang Lun would catch Gūniáng and believe the Royal Guard to be the villain responsible for this carnage. Wang Lun would not converse, not with those of the ones he deed heretics. He was the Emperor. He killed and proclaid as he liked.
And in that mont, he deed Gūniáng a villain.
BOOM!
The explosions grew. From the base of the Dark Tower, stronger monsters spilled out. Wolves and red furred hybrids that hunted.
Wang Lun and the Pure Water Sect fought.
Dasha’s head tilted it up. From Central Sukhothai, several of the red-furred hybrids with wings arose to fight Wang Lun. In blurs of blue, all were incinerated. Wang Lun jumped above the market and pointed an arm down. Then he disappeared.
In the next mont, the number of monsters were cut by half. Dasha already deduced what he did without having to observe it.
It was martial arts. Pure martial arts. Wang Lun did not require technique to kill Dasha a thousand tis over. Wang Lun did not require anything to kill monsters as feeble as these. The self-proclaid Emperor of China lived up to his reputation as a master of the waters in the body.
A killer. An emperor. A rebel. He was all that and more.
Wang Lun did not see or consider the role of Dasha Pang. Among the countless buildings, he was but a dot that no one could see. Yes, no one would know he was behind all this. That he was discreetly witnessing the labours of his ti here.
So much death in so little ti.
Beside Dasha was the faded might of a runic magic circle, a soft smoke emanating from the Younger Futhark runes.
Dr. Thornton taught him quite a lot.
The magic circle did not do this to the building underneath his feet by itself. The magic circle was but the spark that had ignited a network of hidden magic circles throughout the building. Magic circles that Dasha planted after visiting Dürr. The runic magic circles had blazed and connected in a web of glowing lines that coursed through the entire structure.
Dasha had not looked back for he already he knew this would work. Magic circles were much like math. You were either correct or wrong.
In the field of mathematics, Dasha was never wrong.
The fire reached the ground floor like lightning and the first tendrils of smoke began to curl up the stairs. It crept under doors and through cracks in the walls, filling the rooms with a choking haze.
The smoke thickened and the first coughs echoed through the hallways. Eyes began to water and lungs burned, but the realization of the fire’s presence ca too late. Panic started to set in, but it was a panic tinged with the sa anger and mistrust that had fueled the fighting. Instead of helping each other, the residents pushed and shoved, trying to escape the building that was rapidly becoming a death trap.
On the rooftop, Dasha continued to stand and witness not what lay underneath but ahead. Wang Lun was battling Gūniáng. Whether he was winning was impossible to say. These n were not even blurs, they were invisible to his Qi Sense.
Yet at the end of the day, they were anchored to his manipulations and plans.
As well, the Pure Water Sect and the fighters of the Dark Tower resisted the monsters of Dasha’s creation. Like with creatures such as vampire and the Wendigo, it wasn’t so simple. If the mutated monsters bit into a human and the human lived, a mutation occurred. His monsters and their numbers were increasing.
This battle raged on and on and on.
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