blogombal Chapter 269 Big head, small head, not as good as rabbit head
Chapter 269 Big head, small head, not as good as rabbit head
Chapter 269 Big head, small head, not as good as rabbit head
Within the swirling cloud vortex, a colossal creature could be vaguely seen, seemingly unaffected by gravity, roaming freely in the air, occasionally sending down wisps of its thin, veil-like limbs that brushed against the earth.
Wherever the thin veil passed, a misty purple fog appeared out of thin air, seemingly spreading outwards consciously, without being diluted in the slightest.
It assimilates all matter around it, transforming them into beings similar to itself.
"Ahem, everyone, stay away from that purple mist!"
Chang Jingtian coughed up a mouthful of blood and roared into the communicator.
Electromagnetic noise filled his headset, making it impossible to hear his teammates' replies. He didn't know if his message had been transmitted, and could only hope that his teammates would notice something amiss.
After the purple mist descended, the nearby signals were disrupted, and he hadn't received any messages from his teammates for some time.
Suppressing his distracting thoughts, Chang Jingtian calmed down and continued to assist the residents of the West Third District in their evacuation.
As a first-tier city, Xuzhou is densely populated, and even the western three districts, which are located on the outskirts, still have a large population.
To prevent the purple mist from spreading, the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs mobilized a large amount of manpower and resources, and even used a lot of epic-level items to strip away the entire space of the West Third District, leaving only a few exits for residents to evacuate.
As the purple mist drew closer to the exit, Chang Jingtian had no choice but to retreat while simultaneously standing between the mist and the crowd, constantly on guard against any unusual movements of the purple mist.
call.
He caught a slight movement with his intuition, and when he looked up sharply, his pupils dilated. He saw a curtain with an ethereal quality gently falling and covering the evacuating crowd.
Without time to think further, he stomped heavily, and a surge of heat erupted from his feet, propelling him into the air.
Few people know that Chang Jingtian is not only an agent of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, but also a member of the Brotherhood of the Crucible, and his expertise in the Crucible is quite profound.
Order-side forces like the Brotherhood of the Crucible typically have deep collaborations with the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, and Chang Jingtian is just one example of this.
The intense heat propelled his arm upwards, striking the curtain with a hammer-like fist.
However, the punch he had placed so much hope in had no effect. The punch, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, struck the curtain, only causing a few ripples, like the moon's reflection in water.
Chang Jingtian's eyelids twitched violently, and without hesitation, he distanced himself from the slowly falling curtain.
His right fist, which he had just thrown, had vanished completely, leaving only a layer of unidentified purple substance at the cut surface, with no flesh or bones visible.
He held his left hand together like a knife, and an astonishing heat gathered at the point of his hand, swiftly slicing towards his right arm.
Like a hot knife cutting through butter, he sliced off a whole chunk of flesh from his right arm, the wound being roasted at the same time.
"Hiss, conceptual erasure." Chang Jingtian's face was gloomy. No matter how much he urged his flesh and blood to regenerate, his missing right hand did not grow back.
He realized that he had encountered the event he least wanted to happen, and the concept of his right hand had been erased by that veil.
Glancing at the crowd behind him still rushing towards the exit, Chang Jingtian took a deep breath, turned his head back to face the still descending curtain, his heart filled with no intention of retreating.
With his strength, he could certainly have abandoned the civilians and crossed the exit before the curtain completely fell, but he did not choose to do so.
"Looks like we have no choice but to take a gamble."
He glanced at a certain item lying in his inventory and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
"I never thought I'd need it one day. I hope my family and Lao Xu will never see me like this."
A contract appeared before him, and with a thought, a name appeared at the signature section of the contract.
In an instant, the contract ignited in crimson flames, which turned to ashes and vanished without a trace.
"The contract is complete." A majestic voice echoed from all directions. "You ask, and I will grant your request."
A strange power arose out of nowhere, flowing through his limbs and bones, rapidly transforming his body.
Chang Jingtian felt that his spiritual senses had been elevated, and a new sense had emerged, as if he had gained an invisible eye and hand, which allowed him to observe and manipulate everything around him and even things in the distance at will.
"The Witch's Contract... I wonder if the outcome will be good or bad."
The world in his eyes kept slowing down, while the transformation within his body accelerated, giving him ample time to reflect on the current situation and adapt to his new power.
Since the divine descent incident, accidents have been occurring frequently in Xu City, leading him to suspect that the mastermind behind all of this might be that scarlet deity.
Was signing the contract part of that god's scheme?
"Forget it, there's no use thinking about it so much. Let's deal with the immediate problem first."
My sense of time returned to normal in an instant, and the sound of the curtain falling echoed in my ears.
Chang Jingtian's erased right-hand concept has been restored. He moved his arm, and his fingers seemed to hook onto something invisible yet tangible. With a gentle pull, the curtain instantly split in two.
Overjoyed, Chang Jingtian was surprised and waved his arms haphazardly. Each time he waved his arms, he felt varying degrees of resistance at his fingertips.
Hiss.
A tearing sound rang out, and the curtain tore open inch by inch, before being swallowed up by a series of sudden cracks.
With just a dozen or so swings of his arms, the curtain covering half the sky shattered into pieces and no longer posed a threat.
"What exactly is this 'tow tile'?" Chang Jingtian was stunned. He looked at his hands and for the first time felt that the world was unimaginably fragile.
With just a flick of his finger, he could tear apart the surface of the world and everything that stood in his way.
"It should be a spatial ability... Hmm, as expected, the backlash is coming. Such a heaven-defying ability can't come without a price."
He groaned and almost lost his balance, so he had to lean against the wall and gasp for breath.
At that moment, the signal returned to normal, and I could hear my teammates' voices.
"Old Chang, are you alright?"
Turning his head, Chang Jingtian saw the purple mist on the street dissipate, and a ray of light pierced the darkness, catching his eye.
"This is... the Ancient Immortal Sect's Illusion-Dispelling Lamp?"
He stared in astonishment at the paper lanterns in the hands of the newcomers, saying in disbelief, "Those stingy old fogies from the Ancient Immortal Sect actually lent out the Breaking Illusion Lamp! Old Xu, just how much did you pay?"
The newcomer was Xu Sui, followed by a team of agents from the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, who were escorting the civilians trapped in the purple mist to safety.
Xu Sui spread his hands and said helplessly, "It wasn't me. It was the higher-ups in the bureau who used their connections to persuade those old fogies to lend us some Breaking Illusion Lamps."
"It still takes the higher-ups to intervene, otherwise those old guys probably won't budge an inch." Chang Jingtian shook his head.
"But you," Xu Sui glanced at the damage to the surrounding curtains, "what happened to you just now? It looks like the battle was quite intense."
As the curtain fell, the surrounding high-rise buildings were slowly swallowed up. After Chang Jingtian tore them apart, the remaining fragments shredded the buildings.
To Xu Sui and the others, the scene looked like a fierce battle, but Chang Jingtian didn't seem too badly injured, which was quite strange.
"I just encountered..." Chang Jingtian recounted his experience, and Xu Sui couldn't help but frown, her expression becoming much stranger.
"You signed a witch's contract?" He looked his old friend up and down with a strange yet slightly intrigued gaze. "And where's your little skirt? Weren't you supposed to turn into a magical girl?"
Chang Jingtian felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at his old friend of many years with a look of horror, discovering for the first time that he had such a strange hobby.
He quietly took a few steps back, cleared his throat, and said, "That's not true. That witch queen only gave me power, but didn't unlock any special forms."
In fact, he was lying, because he vaguely heard a voice when he finished the modification.
The authoritative voice told him that a special set of clothes had been prepared for him, and it was easy to tell that the voice was full of wicked humor.
Chang Jingtian scoffed at this, saying that it was impossible for him to wear women's clothing, and he would never do so in his entire life.
He's a man with elderly parents and young children to support. If he dressed as a woman, how could he face his parents and children?
"But this outfit can give you even greater power." The authoritative voice rang out once more. "You wouldn't want to watch the person you've resolved to protect die before your eyes, would you?"
...But then again, Chang Jingtian considers himself a performance enthusiast; he doesn't care about outward appearances, but rather focuses on numerical superiority.
"If that's the case, it's not impossible," he muttered to himself.
Should he listen to the big-headed one or the small-headed one? He chose to listen to the rabbit-headed one.
Glancing at the purple mist in the distance, Chang Jingtian returned to work. "Has the higher-ups not yet come up with a solution to this incident?"
"We already have a preliminary plan," Xu Sui said. "The higher-ups plan to use a legendary item, the Gate of Heaven."
"The Gate to Heaven?" Chang Jingtian's expression was complicated. Of course he knew what that item was, after all, he had brought it back from a high-risk dungeon.
The Gate to the Celestial Realm, as the name suggests, is the gateway to the Celestial Realm dimension, an extremely dangerous dimension filled with violent energy flows.
Once given a breach, its internal raging energy will pour out, and if left unchecked, it would be enough to raze Xushi, a first-tier city, to the ground.
According to a rumor circulating within the Bureau of Extraordinary Events, the Celestial Dimension is likely the "Celestial Realm" or "Immortal Realm" recorded in ancient texts, but it was destroyed because it failed to pass the test of the Evolution Game.
The cultivators of the Ancient Immortal Sect tried every means to obtain the Heavenly Realm Gate from the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, but the higher-ups never agreed, so their relationship with the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs remained very strained.
"So, the higher-ups are planning to abandon the West Third District?" Chang Jingtian asked.
"Yes, first isolate the space of the West Third District, then open the Heavenly Gate and destroy the West Third District along with the dungeon entities inside... However, in this way, the extraordinary power may be exposed to the public."
Xu Sui was not without worry; he could foresee the enormous impact the world would face once the matter was exposed.
"Sigh, let's get through this difficult time first... It's all the Beacon Legion's fault. If it weren't for them, Xu City wouldn't have gotten to this point."
Chang Jingtian clenched his fist. "It seems that, as the higher-ups said, the Skynet Project is indeed necessary... Oh, I just finished speaking, and those people have already appeared."
The two communicators lit up simultaneously, displaying the coordinates of the Beacon Legion members.
The Bureau of Extraordinary Events used another epic-level item to scan the entire West Third District and issued a mission to guard all spatial nodes before the Heavenly Gate opened, preventing them from being destroyed by the Beacon Legion.
"I have work to do, I'm leaving now." Xu Sui gave Chang Jingtian a paper lantern, which turned into a golden shadow and disappeared into the darkness in the distance.
Chang Jingtian shook the lantern in his hand, his figure becoming ethereal and disappearing into the dimensional rift.
His mission was to hold this place, and if possible, capture one or two core members of the Beacon Legion.
On the other side of the city, when an unknown fluctuation radiated across the entire territory, the members of the Beacon Legion became aware of it.
"It must be the Bureau of Extraordinary Events. They must have used some kind of tool. Our location has probably been exposed."
Compared to the serious and tense Zhang Hao, Kane appeared calm and composed, as if he didn't care at all about his coordinates being exposed.
He faced the swirling clouds in the center of the western third zone, striking a pose of praise to the sun with a fanatical expression.
"A great being from another realm, one with substance but no form, one whose soul merges with the supreme being... The undercurrents of my soul tell me that these are all His titles."
An expression of rapture appeared on his face, and what he said next sent chills down Zhang Hao's spine.
"If I could merge with Him and seize His power, the only one in this world who could rival me would probably be that mysterious crimson deity."
"No, to be on par with them? By then, I may have already surpassed them."
Zhang Hao looked at him with disbelief, finding it hard to believe what he was saying.
Do you know what you're saying?
"Of course I know," Kane glanced back at him, a cryptic smile on his face. "That's what I've always thought."
He snapped his fingers, and chains of the mind appeared from all directions, binding Zhang Hao tightly in the blink of an eye.
Before the Beacon Legion members around them could react, they were hit by a psychic blast. Everyone's head was buzzing, and some people's heads were even turned into a mess.
"You bastard, what are you doing?!" Zhang Hao forcefully broke the chains binding him, a massive surge of mental energy erupting from his body. "Are you trying to disobey the organization's orders?!"
"Don't forget, my telepathic abilities are no less than yours!"
Besides being skilled in genetic modification, the Beacon Legion is also adept at developing psychic energy; at least 30% of its members are psychic abilities users.
Spiritual energy flows into the bodies of those around you, connecting everyone into a whole.
Even someone whose brain is completely scrambled can be driven by the psychokinetic energy derived from mental energy, standing up like a puppet and continuing to exert the remaining energy of their body.
"You shouldn't have left so many puppets for me," Zhang Hao sneered. "Don't forget, I'm a psychic from the puppeteer branch."
"Yes, I know." Kane nodded calmly and snapped his fingers.
As soon as he snapped his fingers, Zhang Hao immediately felt a sharp pain emanating from his mental network.
A massive amount of junk information flooded into his mind from the brains of the people he connected with, almost overwhelming him to the point of losing his sense of self.
"Is this information bombardment? You've already planted hidden threats in other people's minds... wait, when did you learn the Dark Light Council's signature technique?"
Zhang Hao's face contorted with rage as he uttered the most unbelievable guess: "Could it be... that you two have been in cahoots all along!?"
"It wasn't seduction, it was just a mutually agreeable transaction." Kane smiled slightly, raised his hand to catch a Mind Blast, and sent Zhang Hao packing.
One by one, the figures around him fell, until finally, only Kane remained standing in place, not moving an inch.
"It's time to get down to business." He looked again at the swirling clouds in the center of the sky, a fiery glint in his eyes.
He took out a legendary item, a Rubik's Cube whose shape kept changing, from a level 3 to a level 16, and it was also rotating on its own.
"The legendary item, the Mind Cube, hopefully will give me a satisfactory result."
If he failed... he smiled nonchalantly.
Failure is nothing more than merging with this psionic entity, conforming to its expectations, and at most losing one's own self.
"As long as I can reach a high position, that's enough."
Muttering to himself, Kane's face contorted with madness as he resolutely turned the Rubik's Cube.
His mind and soul completely dissolved into the light emitted by the Rubik's Cube, flowing along the undercurrent of his soul towards the distant vortex of clouds.