Capítulo 1046: Chapter 46: Rain Falls Like Blades (8)_2
The prey flees in panic, while the Hunter remains calm and composed. Shiyu Ling leisurely strolls in the water with an umbrella, listening to the intermittent sounds of resentnt in the rain.
“Truly skillful, Lord Illusion Moon. Entrust a man to solve the nightmares you cannot break, follow attacks to seek out enemies you cannot find, and ask strangers for help with the unending rain. You really are the little princess from a fairy tale, everyone is willing to help you!”
Shiyu Ling twirls her umbrella, the rainwater spinning like a transparent veil, and she covers her mouth with a smile, “Ah, thank you for the complint.”
She pulls a match out of thin air, lights it, and throws it into the rain. The illusory flas burn the panicked Blade Rain, further restricting the range of escape. Skyde has nowhere to run, and in the next mont, the distorted ti and space will destroy the entire rain screen. Knowing this, he leaps out of the rain, launching a desperate attack on Illusion Moon Venerate.
The female Hunter closes her umbrella, pointing the tip at the water screen covering the earth. A water droplet jumps up upon impact, forming a perfect sphere due to surface tension.
“Stop.”
The invisible clock halts with a clicking sound, the droplet freezing just as it leaves the ground. The descending Blade Rain hangs in mid-air like mirror-like blades, reflecting the colorful world in countless facets, revealing a pale corner. Skyde’s massive body maintains its leaping stance, his eyeballs even slightly moving in the halted ti, but the Hunter gives him no chance to speak, pointing the umbrella tip behind Skyde. The blood-red magic stream resus its normal speed, piercing through Skyde’s chest at high velocity.
The ghastly white mask is torn apart by the aftershock of the attack, the man’s ugly face contorted in agony. In a world slowed down hundreds of tis, there’s no room for any developnt process, leaving only a tragic end. Pain, torture, abuse—it’s as if a thousand knife-edge bombs were stuffed inside the body, exploding simultaneously, the surging negative energy causing Skyde to disperse like ashes under dismbernt. Yet, his eyes hold a sinister, triumphant smile.
“Fear is… undying!”
The rainwater engulfing the earth rises like a whale, condensing into a scarred human form in the stagnant world. The devastating blow from the magic stream inflicts severe damage and pain but fails to kill this villain integrated with rainwater. The manner of fear’s existence makes his immortality exceptionally strong. Now, Skyde moves like a normal person, extending his hand in the frozen ti, with filthy blood and darkness spreading from his body, eroding the dream world.
Skyde awaited this opportunity, the chance to halt ti. His Impermanence Skill, his role, the powers bestowed upon him, all exist to target beauty and dreams. The power hidden deep within erupts vigorously through the ritual of “death,” granting him a chance to return to his domain.
In an instant, the filthy paradise within the tainted dream reappears, with ugly dwarves playing with filth, brutal beasts tearing at flesh, vile won in splendid clothes displaying hideousness. Countless distorted s are manifested by Skyde’s power, launching an invasion on Shiyu Ling’s Dreamland. In reality, all the raindrops tremble, turning into the filthy blood color of the nightmare. The countless raindrops between heaven and earth weave into an inescapable net, transforming into blood blades aiming at the true form of Illusion Moon Venerate!
“I told you, Illusion Moon Venerate. Your past is your weakness, and you yourself are the weakness of Dreamland!” Skyde charges out madly, attempting to strangle Shiyu Ling’s throat with his giant hand, “In this frozen world, who else can help you dispel your fear?”
The freezing of ti proves ineffective under relentless targeting, teleportation cannot escape the net of Blade Rain, and a twisted sense of excitent surges within Skyde. He eagerly desires to witness the fright on the woman’s face, but what he sees is a scornful sneer.
A pure white narcissus flower blossoms in her hand.
“Co, listen to my story.”
The countless strikes of Blade Rain fall, but not a single rain blade pierces through her garnts. The scarlet filthy rain is isolated by a superior force, the rain screen shattering silently in the world as if a myriad of tiny red stars were exploding. Skyde’s body stiffens once more, his speed slowing down more and more. The fallback ant to resist the power of Dreamland is disappearing at a shocking speed, and now the man’s speed is akin to a snail.
What is it? That narcissus flower? Even if she has a sense of superiority, it’s impossible to issue so many commands, let alone Illusion Moon Venerate’s Spiritual Image Skill being beyond his power! Skyde desperately works his thoughts to find a reason, frantically directing his subordinates. Nurous filthy demonic creatures crowd together, the eerie and horrifying scene enough to be called a parade of a hundred demons from another realm, yet they all rush solely towards Shiyu Ling. But Shiyu Ling pays no mind, the narcissus flower in her hand blooms with absurd speed, a thick book erging from the pure white blossom.
She opens the book and reads with a soft laugh, “A long, long ti ago, in the world, there was a cruel King who killed a maiden every day. A wise woman, to save lives from the tyranny, told the King fascinating and interesting stories through the night…”
Page after page of the book turns on its own, echoes of dreamy blue light ripple along, with fishing boats, oil lamps, palaces, and veils appearing as layers of illusions from the light, causing the ghostly creatures of the filthy fairy tale to pause and listen to the story in the book. Before one story ends, new stories comnce from its characters, tales connecting in succession, continuing until the end of a thousand nights. The cruel King is finally moved by the fairy tale, becoming the first and the last story himself.
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