roccoschili Chapter 1700: 45: Never to Be Forgotten (Part 3)
Chapter 1700: 45: Never to Be Forgotten (Part 3)
Chapter 1700: Chapter 45: Never to Be Forgotten (Part 3)His flesh body had already necrosed, and his soul might have dispersed just like that, or perhaps gone to the so-called World Without Life… Who knows?
Fang Helling withdrew his hand, giving it a gentle flick. The blood staining his hand splattered out entirely, tracing a graceful trajectory as it scattered over the high cliff.
He was not suited for Hatred Magic, and indeed, he didn’t even possess the talent to wield Divine Skills.
The Blood Root Pill of the Bone Tao had long since destroyed his foundation—though his foundation was mediocre to begin with.
He was found by chance in a dying state.
He was reformed after his veins were shattered.
The crimson mansion within the Five Mansions Sea was constructed by great force.
His Hatred Magic was forcibly implanted into his body.
He was unfit.
The first Human Demon had long made the judgment—he was unfit.
But then, what was he suited for?
He was too mediocre, too useless, too much of a waste.
Even Yan Chunhui, who was at the Beyond the Peak, didn’t know what he was suited for!
So he could only cling to Hatred Magic.
This was his only choice.
To wield hatred as his calling was not some great path to strength, nor could it be called a terrifying resolve, let alone steely determination.
It was merely the only hope in this haggard life.
The only hope that he might personally take revenge.
So he had no choice but to do this.
No choice but to walk this path.
Even though every use of Hatred Magic inflicted deep suffering upon him.
As if the Divine Power Seed itself had a spirit, unwilling to be controlled by a waste like him.
Despite the painful cost of using this Divine Skill, which made him want to commit suicide.
He had countless times wanted to give up, to collapse on the ground, to weep uncontrollably.
But he did not.
In this world, no one would ever back him up again, no one would cradle his head and say to him—”Then prove it to me, my son.”
No one cared about his tears either.
Strength comes from never being weak again.
He lived not to prove anything to anyone anymore.
“Church of Lifeless… Church of Lifeless.”
He chewed these words over and over.
This sect, which had developed in Yong Country, Reef Kingdom, and Luo Country, seemed to have initially risen during the war in Zhuang Yong Country.
They thrived rapidly by leveraging the tremendous pain caused by war.
“War, death, hatred…” Fang Helling murmured.
This sect and the Bone Tao were virtually connected in lineage, yet they didn’t worship the Bone Demon God. Instead, they revered the Unborn Sect Founder, who embodied the Divine Master, Daozhu, and Sect Hierarch.
The Divine Master is their deity, the Daozhu their ideal, and the Sect Hierarch their leader.
In this respect, they were completely different from other cults.
From the Bone Tao all the way to the Church of Lifeless, that moon rabbit must know something…
Fang Helling thought as such.
But he was also acutely aware.
From the end of the war in Zhuang Yong Country to now, it had only been a little over a year.
For the sect to develop to its current scale in such a short time, the power behind it was already beyond what he could challenge independently.
Of course, he wasn’t without an organization behind him.
Even if the fortune teller died, Wan E died, the flesher die, the beheader died, and half of the Nine Great Demon Men were dead or injured.
But these essentially wouldn’t shake anything.
As long as the leader, the Selfless Demon, was still there, Wu Hui Valley remained strong.
But such an extremely loose organization as Wu Hui Valley couldn’t possibly provide him any assistance.
Everyone in the organization acted exactly as they pleased to the extreme.
Don’t even think about building any connections.
Everyone in the organization was selfish, cold-blooded, and callous.
The most they would do was refrain from mutually killing each other as per the leader’s will.
Only orders from above could coordinate any sort of power.
Like when the fortune teller demon commanded a few to destroy Green Cloud Pavilion, or when the fortune teller demon led Wan E and the flesher to plot against Yu Beidou, or when each of them acted under the leader’s orders…
Yet among the Nine Great Demon Men, he ranked ninth.
It’s evident that even if new demons were brought in, his ranking wouldn’t rise.
The demon rankings were based solely on strength, not time.
So why was he still this weak?!
I, this waste…
I’m not a waste!
Fang Helling’s eyes went wild for a moment, but quickly calmed down.
To leverage the power of Wu Hui Valley.
Unless…
The tentacles of the Church of Lifeless reach Chen Country.
But these followers of No Life acted madly, whereas their upper echelons were very cautious. They seemed to have no intention of further expansion any time soon.
So, what to do?
Fang Helling thought quietly, turning around to leave.
His steps halted.
At this moment, a person stood in front of him.
This person had appeared unknowningly, standing behind him for who knows how long,
and he hadn’t noticed at all.
More importantly—
This man who stood there silently, letting the mountain wind blow through his long hair.
Had appeared countless times in his nightmares!
No.
This man was the nightmare itself!
In the blink of an eye, Fang Helling’s eyes turned blood red, a cold glint already leaping to his fingertips!
In the shortest time, he broke out with all the power he could, both what he had mastered and what he hadn’t.
In this Flying Sword Era, there existed a swordsmanship known as the “Blade of Ruin.”
What is this Blade of Ruin?
The heavens are ruined, the earth is flawed, people are forsaken.
Utterly vicious and evil.
It is one part soul severed, two parts bone carved away, three parts flesh cut, four parts blood slashed.
Using the body as a forge, life as the fire, to cast a single Blade of Ruin.
This sword was born with incomplete Cave Heaven, when moved it tore the earth, born for killing, unsated until it devours all soul and life.
This is the forbidden skill of the Flying Sword Era!
Even Yan Chunhui, such a master who inherited the peak swordsmanship, would describe this skill as a “fierce sword.”