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The man in military uniform stood in the center of the ceremony, bowing his head and focusing his gaze on the ritual track beneath his feet.
He recited—
His name.
No, it is His name.
Next, the rest of the city, excluding the spiritual veins.
The Kabbalah Tree of Life pattern, already drawn, gleamed brightly.
It was connected to the mountain belonging to the Ye Jie family, like a chain linking together.
The resurrected god was bound.
"Success! Now we just have to wait for that person to take the final fruit."
He looked in the direction of Mount Kussakuro, raised his right arm at a 45-degree angle, and stretched his fingers forward with his fingers together.
It seems to be a gesture of greeting.
.........
The Star Realm has collapsed, and the shattered space is like a jigsaw puzzle, scattered in the endless void.
Matouike stood on the broken ground, feeling the magical energy flowing through the air.
Those streams are like invisible rivers, each with its own distinct nature and aura: some are as scorching as flames, some as cold as death, and others exude a strange rhythm of decay and rebirth.
They intertwined, collided, and even formed tiny, lightning-like explosions in some places. Matou Ike closed her eyes, carefully discerning the source and direction of each stream of magic.
He then raised his hand and placed the "Great Noble God" mask that Ye Jiexue had given him over his own mask.
The instant the two came into contact, it was as if countless tiny screams rang in my ears.
The patterns carved on the surface of the demon mask began to twist violently, writhing like a living thing. Several white tentacles extended from Matouike's original mask, quickly clinging to and devouring the "Ōki no Takami" mask.
In a short moment, the two masks merged into one.
The new mask presents a strange dual beauty—the sharp angles of the Western style are strangely intertwined with the smooth and flowing lines of the Japanese style, as if it were a design adventure, or a compromise with some unknown rules.
Matou Ike lowered her eyes, her gaze slightly narrowed beneath the mask, as if she were carefully sensing this new change.
"It is indeed a wonderful balance," he murmured, a casual satisfaction in his voice.
The surrounding space continued to tremble, and a faint cracking sound came from beneath one's feet. The eerie light emanating from the cracks gradually brightened, illuminating the collapsed land as if it were a dream.
"This is so lively it's overwhelming! So... what should we do next?"
He spoke softly, his fingers tracing the edge of the mask as if he were pondering something, or perhaps waiting for something.
Then he uttered a single syllable softly from his mouth.
This is a language that only those who have experienced the Age of Gods can understand.
In an instant, an invisible crack seemed to open in the air, releasing an indescribable, alien aura.
"hunger."
This syllable seemed like a key, unlocking some forbidden door. Along with Matou Ike's words, a suffocating sense of oppression spread like a tide.
The alien force was like countless invisible hands that sprang from the air, tearing everything around them apart.
The condensed flow of magic was forcibly interrupted by this sound, and the vortex began to become chaotic and disintegrate.
Then, Matou Ike's figure flashed in the void and disappeared.
at the same time.
Ye Jie Zhu Yin lay on the ground, barely alive, the black box in front of her had been opened at some point.
It is releasing an endless stream of darkness.
The youth drifted through the pitch-black space.
In the place where his heart should have been, there was only emptiness.
No living organism can survive without organs that circulate blood.
Taking someone's heart, as some myths and legends say, is a cursed act that can seal away all of the other person's activities.
Ancient people believed that intellect resided in the heart, not the brain.
Nevertheless, the young man opened his eyes.
“…Yo, Akira.”
Ruolong greeted her.
In the pitch-black space, a girl who seemed familiar appeared.
However, the girl lacked any rationality.
She opened her mouth wide, revealing her sharp teeth.
She bit down hard on Ruolong's shoulder.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Her lower face was stained crimson with splattered blood, making her look like a female ghost. Still not satisfied, she swallowed and then bit even deeper.
not enough.
not enough.
not enough.
Only ugly desires can stain the brain bright red.
Ignoring the young man's face contorted in pain, Akira was only obsessed with the gradual devouring.
Immersed in the hot blood flowing inside and outside the throat.
Each time I swallowed it, I felt as if I had finally been saved.
"...Ruolong, I'm sorry... but I'm so hungry..."
I hurt the most important thing to myself.
Akira was intoxicated by the blood gushing out, whether it was due to damaged arteries or not.
"It's alright... Don't be shy, Akira. Eat and drink as much as you like. It's painful, isn't it? If eating my flesh and drinking my blood can satisfy you, then it's fine."
Bai Ruolong placed her hand on Akiyoshi's head and smiled innocently.
.........
A gigantic, black serpent coiled around the divine fence, dominating the entire area like a mountain.
Every movement of its massive body produced an earthquake-like roar, as if the earth itself were groaning.
The ancient Chinese legends about earthquakes, such as the so-called "earth dragon turning over," may not be entirely without basis.
This serpent—the Great Noble God—is currently coiled up on the entire mountain, frantically devouring everything it can reach.
Whether it was the magic power in the spiritual veins, the natural mystery that had permeated the mountains for thousands of years, or even the void fragments left over after the Star Netherworld was shattered, it took them all into its possession.
It is very hungry.
However, the gods should not be so mad. As divine beings united by faith, their actions should be based on balance.
The current loss of control is all due to the "hunger" power exerted by Matouike.
It is worth noting that Matouike did not directly apply his powers to this area or to Ookami Takakami.
Such an approach, though direct, would only be resisted by divinity or have most of its power worn away, thus allowing the resurrected god to retain a sliver of consciousness.
He chose a more covert yet efficient method—applying the power of "hunger" to his own body.
Power blossomed within him, and his body already contained a portion of the Nightfall family's divine body. The two masks covering his face—"Great Noble God" and "Beelzebub"—became the key catalyst.
Through these two masks, Matou Ike used his own state of hunger to influence the magical foundation built by the Yoruichi family.
This is a seemingly simple yet extremely ingenious magic theory—synchronization.
And all of this is for the purpose of—
Alchemy
Chapter 388 At This Moment (4k)
"Damn it, damn it, damn it! This guy actually... had this kind of plan!"
Wuzhiqi, who had retreated from the center of the vortex to a corner, was now furious.
What kind of evil and heretical practice is this?!
This is a completely table-flipping style of play.
Who starts off like this?
In Wuzhiqi's calculations, he certainly did not overlook the actions of Matouchi.
I never expected this guy to be so crazy.
He wanted to be an enemy of them all.
Alchemy.
Of course she knew, and she herself was an expert in this technology.
As one of the fundamental magic tricks based on Eastern thought.
It is the work of integrating the divine elixir of immortality into the body.
Take a simple example.
There is a similar story in the anecdotes of Sun Wukong, the Monkey King. He ate the peaches of immortality and the elixir of immortality without permission, and was later thrown into the Eight Trigrams Furnace by Laozi for forty-nine days.
The journey the traveler took led to the secrets of alchemy. Although the systems differ, mythology is generally the foundation of magic.
The West has a similar path.
The Holy Grail or the Cauldron are based on the same principle.
What Matouchi is doing at this moment is to use the gods of the Night Calamity as the base of the divine elixir of immortality, and then use it to contain all the mysteries that exist in this place.