Chapter 1255 - 960: Wolf Hunter

Chapter 1255: Chapter 960: Wolf Hunter

It seems like the film is playing and suddenly someone pressed the mute button.

Everything lost its sound.

Only glimpses of beams of gathered intense light continuously descended from the sky, silent, even the loud noise was compressed in that inch of destruction, followed by waves that swept in all directions.

The air surged, countless snowflakes painfully swayed in the wind, forming a new round of storm that blowed in all directions, violently uprooting everything on the ground and casting them away.

The world trembled as if a resonance box, under the invisible bow. What followed was a full and stirring echo of Hell.

Layer upon layer of cover protected them, at the foot of the mountain, the instinctive reaction of the Wood Cottage was to hold back Anna, but ended up being pressed to the ground by Yuan Yuan and Anna.

He could only feel the painful convulsions of the earth sensing the terrifying residual might from afar, through the cracking cover, one could glimpse a corner of that brutal destruction.

In the melting ice and snow, the Wood Cottage gasped urgently, choking violently.

What the hell is going on?

Teacher, have you been hacked?

Could it be that you’ve taken a risk and got the Astronomical Society’s weapon codes from somewhere?

This would get you into the Sea Trench Prison!

Even though he knew the possibility was extremely slight, combined with his teacher’s wide and mysterious connections, he actually felt like it could almost be possible?!

But very quickly, he dismissed such absurd conjecture himself.

Behind the cover, the three exchanged glances, and saw the horror in each other’s eyes.

At this moment, what Yuan Yuan felt was the earth-shattering rhythm encompassing the world, while the Wood Cottage experienced the cruel boiling that threatened to cast the entire world into a pot, and Anna sensed the malice born from transformations and reactions among them...

When all merged into one, the result was this terrifying scene.

And in that instant, what the Woodman’s Reflection comprehended was an inner cold.

Such tyrannical mastery of the world, constraining all things to the same axis — if he hadn’t already received death news, he would almost suspect Ying Fangzhou had reincarnated.

But now, the destruction akin to Ying Fangzhou has arrived again!

"Is it the trick of the Disastrous Musician again?"

Lu BaiYan’s eyes turned scarlet.

As if ignited by the flames in the sky.

The projection of the Crown of National Mourning emerged instantly, pulsating ink rising rapidly, spreading, blocking the path of destructive light. Ink flew wildly.

That dark sea rapidly boiled under the piercing light.

Following Lu BaiYan’s command, it surged and expanded again, like a wounded beast, roaring angrily, devouring all destruction.

Then, an enormous pen laden with ink swiftly sketched countless outlines from the sky, mountains and rivers emerging from ink, forming barrier upon barrier.

The Doomsday Painter of Muse Club!

At this moment, the scenes of Hell once engraved in the soul reappeared, those eternal beauty frozen in the paintings and fleeting destruction collided, escalating into a new wave of transformation.

When the swirling ink finally faded, the countless butterflies had become sparse.

The tracks, long gone, showed no trace of trains.

In the burning ruins, Lu BaiYan lowered his head expressionlessly, seeing the scorched sleeve and scratches on the arm.

Besides that, unscathed!

Above his head, the projection of the ancient crown emerged again.

Then the sparse butterflies bloomed again, endless ink spread outward!

"The Crown of National Mourning."

In the vice principal’s office of the Ivory Tower, Luo Su’s projection watched the scenes from the site, murmuring: "Truly worthy of the authority of the Heavenly Inquiry Route, the augmentation of the Heavenly Inquiry Route is too exaggerated."

Designed as the symbol of the Heavenly Inquiry Route, and crafted for the future Eastern Monarch, the Miracle Imprint, National Mourning, is not limited to the form of a crown, rather, it exists as a matter-of-fact book.

Its function isn’t complicated, no, it could almost be called simple and crude.

Besides protection for the user, increasing divine nature, and serving as the repository of the correction value for the Heavenly Inquiry Faction, it has one more function.

— That is, by consuming correction value, it raises the ranks of the Stigmas assigned by Sublimators.

Which means, wearing the Crown of National Mourning allows one to preemptively possess a multitude beyond one’s limit.

If Huai Shi, as the Great Priestess, could only distribute Stigmas to three Soloists, and the three Soloists further distribute to three Mountain Ghosts each like calculating...

Then Lu BaiYan could get the treatment for an Eastern Monarch and distribute Stigmas to three Great Priestesses!

Then from these three Great Priestesses derive further... not only having more than twice as many as Huai Shi, but possesses equivalent battle powers!

Even though considered multitude, the combat prowess tends to be weaker than Sublimators, but Huai Shi now faces not just one Fourth Stage.

But three Fourth Stages!

This is the most terrifying aspect of the Crown of National Mourning, triply amplifying the original crowd tactics of the Heavenly Inquiry Route!

Now, Lu BaiYan finally got serious!

At this moment, as the lengthy prelude comes to an end, under the surging sea of ink, Lu BaiYan advances step by step, bracing innumerable bombardments, moving forward.

Toward Hell!

When the continuous terror bombardments finally halted, the earth lay in ruin.

The howling wind finally stopped, as the snow settled, he saw the distant gate to Hell and the figure blocking it.

Standing with an axe amidst the snowstorm.

The flame on the lips flickering.

In that way, humming an indistinct melody, fingers gently tapped rhythm on the axe handle, letting distant tunes flow into the wind.

Serene and tranquil.

In silence, the Wolf Hunter waits.

He sends out his hunting dogs, forcing the prey to expose weaknesses, tiring them out, running endlessly, until the circle of encirclement gradually tightens, leaving only the final path.

Just like that, they wait for the prey to walk into the trap...

As the lone wolf with no escape coldly looks back, he raises his face and offers a gentle smile.

"Looks like I don’t need to introduce myself."

Huai Shi observes his demeanor, and a spontaneous feeling arises: "Such thorough preparation... Are you really so sure you’ll catch me?"

"Yes."

Lu BaiYan nods indifferently: "Does this world still need a second Great Priestess?"

"Quite a coincidence, I also think so."

Huai Shi nods in empathy.

In that moment, the killing intent between them intensifies in the fluctuation of Source Substance, slowly spreading out and clashing, bursting like countless sparks in the void.

The collision of the Sky’s Commands between Great Priestesses.

Divine nature resonates.

But for some reason, Huai Shi seems to be distracted, lost in thought about something... Suddenly, he asks: "By the way, how do you find my Raven?

Though it’s a mischievous thing, I haven’t seen it for a while and I miss it; is there anything you want me to convey?"

"..."

Lu BaiYan does not answer, unwilling to respond.

His expression is calm and cold.

But there is a momentary hint of confusion that does not escape Huai Shi’s sharp gaze.

He doesn’t understand what he’s talking about, nor the purpose of his sudden question. Nor does he know why his smile suddenly becomes taunting.

It’s as if there is some precious treasure of which he is unaware!

And at that instant, the wind and snow are torn apart by a scorching blaze.

The pair of burning eyes is already close!

The Yu Step Forward targets the full-force state of the Fourth Stage Sublimator, slicing down the Axe Blade towards the Afterimage of the Great Priestess, accompanied by a regretful sigh.

"——Then aren’t you, without a doubt, bound to lose?"

Boom!

It’s as if the empty wasteland suddenly welcomes a crowd, clearly neither has made any move, yet countless phantoms flash instantaneously from the snowstorm.

Amidst countless iron glimmers, frighteningly fierce, they resemble a forest of swords growing from beneath the spring rain and beneath the ice and snow.

It’s impossible to distinguish the flashing silhouettes; only the dark flood waves behind the two can be glimpsed.

All the Afterimages of the two Great Priestesses are instantly released, initiating a killing spree within this narrow space, amidst the flashing of the Shadow Burial Shuttle.

Only splatters of remaining ink and shattered iron pieces fall from the sky.

Soon, the Afterimages released by Huai Shi are overwhelmed by a tide ten times larger.

"Reflection within the shadows?"

Lu BaiYan shakes his head, raising his palm: "Huai Shi, seventy years ago, I got tired of this trick——you have much more to learn!"

With his words, two figures identical to Lu BaiYan emerge from his sides amidst the swirling inky darkness, with the Crown of National Mourning once again revealed, and the Source Fluctuation of three Fourth Stage Great Priestesses wildly spreads.

Then, the low voices overlap, spreading.

"The celestial path is across, the Yang leaves and dies!"

It’s a power inherited from the Heavenly Inquiry Route, something Huai Shi, not yet transcending to the Fourth Stage, cannot utilize, nor can he access its Domain.

Together with the Crown of National Mourning, it shares the memories unique to this path.

——Miracle Imprint·Heavenly Questions!

Originating from the ancient texts of Dongxia’s history, it embodies the perplexity and hopes of countless people, formed by uniting with the miracles and the Reflection of Gods in the world, resulting in innumerable applications encompassing almost everything.

Mystic Ritual unfolds!

The powers of heaven extend horizontally, the dispersal of Yang energy signifies death——

All things have a pattern, living beings have a time, representing that once the Source of life dissipates, only Termination awaits!

At this moment, dark waves erupt from the Ruins projection behind Lu BaiYan, where they pass, they obliterate all Huai Shi’s Afterimages, and the Source Substance within them is completely devoured, completely merging into Lu BaiYan’s Ruins!

Becoming his power!

Under the Crown of National Mourning’s enhancement, the fully-grown Great Priestess effortlessly crushes Huai Shi’s power and then begins a ruthless plunder!

But immediately his expression changes drastically.

He involuntarily widens his eyes.

The projections of two Great Priestesses beside him quiver violently, with multiple gashes appearing on them.

A steel glare emerges from within.

Like seeds of iron sprouting from within flesh and blood, tearing through shells, while crimson Sharp Blades formed by layers of raven feathers pierce out from within the shell——

Instantly, injured!

Lu BaiYan opens his mouth in astonishment and coughs out a strand of blood.

Then he sees Huai Shi’s sympathetic gaze.

Locked away for seventy years, has his mind deteriorated?

Daring to recklessly consume the Chef Demon’s creations, did he really believe himself to be Guo ShouQue?