Chapter 744 - 100: Spirit Race
Hearing the voice, Su Changxing felt a heaviness in his heart. The other was a Divine Spirit, with unfathomable methods.
The fact that the other party was communicating with him indicated that he had negotiating capital; otherwise, this Divine Spirit wouldn’t pay him any attention.
Su Changxing’s lips curled into a smile. This was all within his expectations; otherwise, he wouldn’t have come here. However, the situation was more complicated than anticipated.
"Greed, what is greed? We struggle on the edge of life and death. Is wanting to survive greedy?" His tone was sarcastic, his voice echoing softly in the room.
"I give you one last chance to become my believer and gain eternal life, or face death."
The voice was cold and calm, devoid of any fluctuation, like it came from a machine.
Su Changxing suddenly felt a stabbing pain between his eyebrows, like a knife piercing his brain from above, splitting it apart, with countless different thoughts emerging in his mind, each speaking its own.
This was a simple message delivered by the Divine Spirit, enough to plunge him into chaos.
And there was only one way to escape this chaos: become the other’s believer.
The moment he stepped through this door, he had no choice.
A moment later.
Clarity returned to Su Changxing’s eyes; the Divine Spirit hadn’t affected him at all. He had his own followers, enjoyed devout Faith, and his soul became more independent after being cleansed by Faith.
Someone who had been a King wouldn’t want to be someone else’s subject again, and the same went for his soul.
Karis thought another God stood behind him, which is why he said such things and wanted him to bow down.
Boom—
The door crashed open again, hitting the wall with a loud bang.
Mu Donglai, covered in blood, stood at the doorway, his clothes lined with black feathers, looking at Su Changxing with deep hatred: "You dare to trick me!"
Su Changxing walked to the Ratman Statue, placing his hand on it.
"Weren’t we cooperating well? You held off the monster while I came to get the thing."
He turned back, smiling, with six eyes glowing with blue ripples fixed on Mu Donglai.
"You?"
Mu Donglai initially showed surprise, not understanding why Su Changxing had similar abilities to Zhong Qijun, then said coldly, "You better give me that thing."
Su Changxing held the Ratman Statue in his hand, the six eyes showing varied expressions, "I’m curious, why do you want this thing? What is it for?"
He took the statue for Faith, but Mu Donglai clearly did not.
Mu Donglai took a few steps forward, finding the space completely distorted, and without being able to distinguish the structure of space’s connections, he couldn’t reach where Su Changxing was.
"Feigning ignorance!"
Mu Donglai’s expression became fierce. He fed himself a black pill, with gray patterns appearing on his skin, densely covering every spot.
Su Changxing could recognize them as Divine Runes, extremely twisted ones, manifested by the pill.
He scratched the hair on his nape uneasily, then laughed crazily, saying:
"I thought so, you also have so-called Divine Spirits behind you, as if they just suddenly appeared."
"Or, perhaps, they’ve long since parasitized on you, only now bursting forth."
Mu Donglai’s expression remained calm, drawing the blade from his waist and chopping off his entire arm. As blood gushed, the arm fell heavily to the ground.
Pain swept through him, twisting his features as saliva, mucus, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Thick gray mist filled the room, passing through spatial gaps.
"Actually, I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to, but there’s no choice, only this way."
"Liu Luola, brother, please die, I’m really sorry!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Su Changxing felt his body immobilized, involuntarily walking towards Mu Donglai, with the same gray patterns appearing on his hands and face.
The Sky-Breaking Eye could survey the gaps in space, and it was through these gaps that he reached the Ratman Statue.
At this moment.
He was along those gaps, retracing his steps back towards Mu Donglai, seemingly about to offer the Ratman Statue willingly.
Su Changxing calmly said, "Is this your ability? Spiritual Assimilation. You started using it the moment we first met."
Mu Donglai laughed, his body trembling, with blood from his shoulder soaking half of his body, but he didn’t care:
"Figured it out? So what, though it’s rare for someone to say it out loud, you’re the second. Spiritual Power indeed is unexpectedly formidable, but in front of me, Spirit’s might is of no use."
His face was all red, as he chopped off his left leg with another slash, standing alone on one foot as the gray mist thickened.
Su Changxing sensed immense, terrifying Spiritual Power emanating from him, engulfing him overwhelmingly.
"Spirit Race? So you’re from the Spirit Race, no wonder. Huang Yeying and Zhong Qijun were both controlled by you in such a manner, I bet."
At this moment, most people would fall into an extremely panicked state, as no one would accept their spirit being infinitely dominated by another, instinctively producing terror.
Mu Donglai watched Su Changxing, frowning unconsciously, feeling something was amiss. He was too calm, so calm it seemed unreal.
Especially those six eyes, still darting around, making one feel an eerie chill.
With a crisp sound, Mu Donglai heavily crashed onto the wooden floor, his eyes wide with disbelief on his face.
His body showed signs of paralysis, which caused him to fall, but this wasn’t the most lethal aspect.
The most lethal was the chaos originating from his spirit.
The Spirit Race was inherently gifted with exceptionally strong spiritual power, so strong that it frightened even themselves.
Even a newly born infant would possess spiritual power a hundred or a thousand times stronger than that of a human.
Yet, being too strong sometimes isn’t a good thing.
This kind of overwhelmingly strong spiritual power that even they can’t control leads to their perception being infinitely magnified, with emotions richer than those of humans.
This is dangerous.
For an extraordinary, too intense emotions could easily cause them to lose control.
This requires them to maintain inner peace at all times and suppress emotions, otherwise, they are very likely to lose control.
Mu Donglai’s skin began to show symptoms of decay, his spirit became abnormal, and he screamed: "Is this the plague? Impossible, how could I be infected with the plague? I’m someone protected by a divine spirit."
He was too familiar with such symptoms, with the skin decaying and the body gradually paralyzing.
Originally, this wouldn’t be fatal, but the chaos effect accompanying the plague caused his spirit to collapse like an avalanche.
With the collapse of the spirit, the soul began to twist, the body mutated, bones burst through flesh, extending outward, while the skull continued to expand and enlarge, resembling a balloon being continuously inflated.
Then, his head just exploded out of nowhere, and his body lay on the ground motionless, in a half-dead state, with overwhelming spiritual power catalyzing constant physical growth.
Su Changxing could see that Mu Donglai was doomed, it was just a matter of time; his spirit began to self-collide, attacking itself.
"When you calculated against me, was I not also calculating against you?"
He said softly, watching Mu Donglai gradually self-destruct.
This was also about whose tactics were more superior. If he couldn’t control the plague, the one lying on the ground could have been him.
Everything was so sudden, just like the downfall of the Spirit Race.
Previously, when talking to the Old City Lord, he had asked about some information regarding the Spirit Race.
In the most powerful era of the Spirit Race, they dominated one world after another, and one race after another.
The spiritual strength of the mighty Spirit Race could rival that of divine spirits, and there were even instances of divine spirits being killed by them.
When the hierarchy of life and power reaches a certain level, it could be termed a divine spirit, but this doesn’t equate to combat strength.
The downfall of the Spirit Race began with a psychic storm that swept through all worlds.
This psychic storm led them into self-annihilation, first the strongest, spirit deity-equivalent Spirit Race perished, followed by the weaker ones.
All gifts come at a price, and this was a price the Spirit Race couldn’t bear.
No one knows where this psychic storm originated, perhaps it started with an exalted divine spirit, or maybe it happened naturally.
Su Changxing leaned down to take the bronze bracelet from Mu Donglai’s hand, examining the divine rune pattern on it: "The legend said the Spirit Race wouldn’t bow to any divine spirit, but it seems it’s just a legend."
He sensed the aura of faith on the bracelet, seemingly from another divine spirit.
Mu Donglai had accepted a mission from that divine spirit to seize the Ratman Statue.
However, this happened within just a few days, and Mu Donglai likely encountered that divine spirit not long ago, for some reason, had to work for it.
Some transformation had occurred in this world, with divine spirits that had long disappeared, now re-emerging in various ways.
Su Changxing deposited the Ratman Statue and bronze bracelet into the Pocket Galaxy, severing their connection with this world.
The wrinkles in the space gradually smoothed, and returned to normal, reverting to its original state, with corpses covering the ground, dried blood mixed with dust.
Not very bright light shone in from the collapsed side of the building, and near Mu Donglai’s body lay a black-screened phone.
Su Changxing let out a breath, the four eyes on his cheeks closing, then gradually disappearing.
Immediately after.
His expression changed drastically, hearing a monkey-like shriek coming from downstairs.
A very familiar sound.
The demon hadn’t disappeared!
Indeed, the demon truly existed and wouldn’t vanish just because of the Ratman Statue’s disappearance.
A figure taller than the entire building appeared before him, black long hair, without a head.