Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

The Queen of Fear is undoubtedly arrogant; she is capable of ascending to the throne and will be the supreme ruler who will suppress the next thousand years!
Even now, as a fear demon, her strength limit is locked by the calamity fog.

But having fully unleashed her talent, she continues to grow stronger.

It is growing stronger every minute and every second, seemingly trying to forcefully break through the upper limit of the disaster fog and defy the heavens!

With rapid troop production, the Zerg swarm adapts to the evolution of the battlefield.

Unlike the orcs, who can rapidly mass produce troops and distort reality.

She is pure power, pure numerical beauty!
She did not accept the so-called leader-level terror demon identity.

How ridiculous! Why does she need the acknowledgment of the weak?

Therefore, she never cooperated with the Horrors; she only determined the location of her Primarch through them.

Cooperation? All she wants is submission!
This also makes it difficult for various demonic forces to get close enough to assist her in killing the doll.

She even tore apart unfortunate leader-level terrors and turned them into weapons.

She is arrogant and dictatorial. If she were to take control of the Horrors, she would destroy all their original plans, which would not be tolerated by the council.

Meanwhile, the demons themselves have never been able to find a suitable opportunity to help her.

The bigger reason is that their curse is extremely domineering, even infecting machine spirits with fear.

Now, the Demon Council has finally found a way to intervene on the battlefield.

The combat mech from the Demon Forging General, after its proper machine spirit was removed.

They became the only terrifying force capable of ignoring fear.

Meanwhile, the orc leader, located on the first dark side, appeared in the battlefield amidst the countless orcs' 'waaaaaa' shouts, using a large spatial jump to teleport directly into the arena.

As the leader of the orcs, he possesses extremely powerful reality distortion abilities. Under the protection of the 'Power of My Thoughts,' he can indeed have a certain degree of resistance to the Curse of Fear.

Thus, the certain balance maintained between the Queen of Fear and the dolls was finally broken.

"Please send Chongyang Overlord to provide support!" Yan Shuang Overlord roared. He was anxious as he watched his orc leader, who was as large as a small mountain, intervene in the core battlefield.

"His branch is under immense defensive pressure and is also facing siege. He can't come!" A Night Scout who came to provide support responded after slaying a large orc.

The next moment, he was struck in the chest by another orc, his psionic barrier distorted, and he was sent flying, bleeding profusely.

Just as the orc was about to finish him off, an old man wielding a battle axe suddenly appeared.

He was even more enraged than the orcs; despite being a battlefield assassin of the Netherworld Path, his figure split into eight.

A series of surprise attacks resulted in the slaying of several demons and orcs, rescuing the Night Scout. That person was none other than Zhou Yuan, the former patriarch of the Zhou family.

Even with his hair turned white, his fighting spirit remained undiminished. Or rather, he had longed for this moment too much. To throw his old bones onto the battlefield against humanity's enemies!

"They really are still going strong despite their age." Overlord Yan Shuang withdrew his gaze. The Terror Demons had really gone all out this time, deploying five leader-level Terror Demons on this battlefield.

The remaining sanctuaries and branches of the overlords were also attacked by the demons. They really couldn't spare any more troops.

"Golden Wing Overlord, hold them off for a bit! I'll go pull that orc out!" Yan Shuang replied.

The Golden Wing Overlord once fought the Orc leader. His warhammer was severely damaged, and if not for the Holy Healing Potion, he probably wouldn't be able to come here now.

At this moment, the Golden Wing Overlord transformed into a golden-winged roc, swooping down and crushing the terror demons one by one.

The cannons that were aimed at her were torn apart and exploded in mid-air by the gale.

“I can hold them off for now, but can you withstand the fear?” a female voice asked the Golden-Winged Roc.

"I couldn't withstand it; my body was trembling as soon as I got close. If I saw their faces, I think I would instinctively run away." Yan Shuangbazhu spoke the truth. Even someone as powerful as him would have his combat strength severely reduced under the curse of fear.

"Leaving aside the mechs for now, the orc leader is very strong. Even a fair fight would be difficult to defeat him, let alone if you let fear affect you."

“At least, we can hold off that orc leader and prevent the puppet from fighting three against one,” Yan Shuang quickly replied. “Besides, I also have my own trump cards!”

Yan Shuang gripped his long sword tightly; he had not drawn his sword since the start of the battle.

That was his secret, and also his greatest reliance.

It harbors the remnant consciousness of a powerful and mysterious Void Realm expert. She is a woman dressed in ancient and elegant robes.

He discovered and sealed it by accident when he was promoted to overlord.

He certainly knew the consequences of trying to negotiate with a tiger, but he also understood that sometimes one had to resort to any means necessary.

With the strong support of the giant city where he was located, he communicated with that being and promised to help her three times before letting her go.

Even when challenging the champion's echoing form, he couldn't bear to use it.

His first victory was a crushing defeat of the forbidden zone legion of Mo Yuan Mountain, followed by the killing of the forbidden zone overlord. This feat even drew the attention of the forbidden zone's supreme ruler.

Now, he can no longer hide it.

'I have to use it carefully, without affecting the dolls. I should focus on attacking the orc leader and the Queen of Dread. By the way, which one is the real doll?' Yan Shuang quickly pondered this question.

He didn't recognize the doll; the Queen of Fear and her fluctuations were exactly the same.

Forget about differences in temperament; in his eyes, they were just two indescribable things dressed up. What's the point of judging them by temperament?

The orc leader was also troubled by the same problem.

He is the strongest combat force directly involved in the battlefield, and his size exceeds forty meters.

His powerful spiritual energy and divinity shone through.

The orcs are a race with an amazing history, and they once fought for supremacy over the world.

This race is an extremely rare intelligent species unaffected by chaos.

Their creator is the god worshipped by all orcs. Protected by their own orc god, they are not afraid of the corruption of chaos.

If a sufficiently powerful orc boss emerges from among them, then they will be their chosen one!
As the number of orcs within the calamity fog exceeded one million, their collective burst of 'waaaa' made the orc leader's combat power even stronger.

In the highest heavens, it seemed as if two enormous orc heads were roaring simultaneously.

Amidst this fog of war and chaos, he was growing stronger every moment.

His powerful reality distortion ability allowed him to cross space and arrive on the battlefield, suppressing the fear that came from the depths of his soul!
But the moment the orc leader entered the battlefield, he was met with overwhelming malice.

The mountains here have been completely transformed, crushed, cut apart, and rebuilt.

In the center of the shattered battlefield, two figures separated slightly after a fierce battle.

At this moment, under the influence of the 'Power of My Thoughts', the orc leader was finally able to see the appearances of the two.

One of the girls wore a black dress as dark as night, with dark gold psionic patterns flowing across the hem.

That face was breathtakingly beautiful, like an inviolable celestial being. Her lips were an extremely pale crimson, like diluted blood, captivating even without makeup.

Surrounding her were twelve thorns.

Each strand resembled a severed bolt of violent lightning. Ominous dark gold cracks danced across the jet-black body, seemingly guarding her throne and reflecting her ineffable aura of nobility.

The black-gold thorns were not a physical entity, but rather a highly dangerous, high-energy psionic form forged under immense pressure. Their mere existence caused the air to emit a faint groaning sound, like that of a glass vessel subjected to pressure.

She was as arrogant as a queen and as noble as a god.

The girl opposite her wore a tattered black trench coat that accentuated her slender figure.

She possesses the same stunning beauty, yet exudes a different aura at this moment.

The former is an inviolable deity high above the clouds, noble and arrogant. The latter, however, is a god who walks among mortals.

Those equally dazzling eyes had lost some of their arrogance that once shone above all others, replaced by a subtle indifference and detachment. They had lost some of their divinity, but retained a trace of humanity.

Her beauty remained breathtaking; the hem of her trench coat fluttered gently in the night breeze, as if whispering that she wanted to linger a little longer in this world. It seemed that there were still things and people she cherished in this world.
And around her, there were also black and gold thorns.

The difference is that the thorns transform into a giant scythe, revealing a stronger offensive nature.

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They are the embodiment of fear, and the queens of darkness.

Even just standing in front of them evokes an instinctive urge to kneel, not out of awe, but out of primal fear. It's as if looking at them for even a moment would scorch your soul with their very presence.

Even the orc leader felt a sense of fear creep into his mind after looking directly at them.

Even millions of waaaaa can't completely suppress this curse?
At this moment, with the sudden intervention of the orc leader and more than a dozen mechs, the two girls' gazes involuntarily fell on them.

"Iron Man, which one should we help?" The orc naturally didn't care about the two women's beauty or temperament; he lacked human aesthetic sense and was only interested in fighting. But he didn't know which one to attack.

"Your Majesty, we have come to lend our support!"

One of the humanoid mechs made a sound; it was the Forging General, thousands of miles away, remotely controlling it.

Knowing the Queen of Fear's arrogance, the demons adopted a very humble posture.

But they were met with the Queen's cold words.

"Get out! You dare to look me in the eye?"

In that instant, the black-gold thorns transformed into a black-gold spear and shot out with unstoppable speed, piercing directly through the orc leader's chest. It brutally tore apart the orc leader's divine barrier and pierced through his incomparably powerful physical body.

In that instant, the massive orc was sent flying backwards and crashed into the shattered mountain hundreds of meters high, piercing right through the mountain.

At the same time, the concentrated pressure fell, and several mechs hovering in mid-air were shot down in an instant.

"Damn it, what a crazy woman!" the Forging General cursed from a thousand miles away, then controlled the other mechs to speak: "We are here to help, Empress! We are willing to submit to you and clear away obstacles for you!"

The girl in the black dress coldly said, "Get out!"

Clearly, this empress did not want others to participate in her battle with the Primarch.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the orc leader, whose chest had been pierced, cheered.

"Awesome! This is the kind of battle I've been wanting!"

Despite being theoretically severely injured, he spat out a mouthful of saliva and wiped his chest, and the gruesome penetrating wound began to heal rapidly.

He took a step forward, and his flesh and blood turned into spores that scattered and transformed into even more orc boys.

At the same time, he raised his warhammer high, letting out a deafening roar.

'waaaaaa!'

He leaped up, and the massive amount of 'My Thought Power' gathered in his warhammer crashed down.

At this moment, he didn't care which one was the Queen of Fear; he just wanted to fight to his heart's content!
Regardless of who the girl was, the sledgehammer crashed down.

The black and gold thorns surrounding the girl expanded instantly, crashing heavily onto the warhammer.

In that instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and the earth cracked.

The enormous orc was actually pushed back several steps.

Meanwhile, another girl also made a cold move, transforming her black and gold thorns into a scythe, and slashed down on both the orc leader and the girl.

At the same time, the space became viscous, and the heavy, mountain-like air pressure locked onto the orc leader.

The orc leader roared, and countless orcs seemed to sense his emotions, roaring in unison.

'waaaaa!'

The orc grew even larger and roared.

The physical laws of this battlefield were distorted, and the heavy air pressure, as heavy as a mountain, dissipated.

He swiftly swung his warhammer, and the three engaged in a chaotic melee.

'Another unruly lord! They shouldn't have cooperated with barbarians like orcs!' Even the Forging General, an intelligent AI, was enraged.

But considering that he still wanted to study the other party's orc technology, he quickly calmed down.

Anyway, the mission is to kill the Queen's Primarch. I don't care if the Queen gets angry or not, I'll just take action first!

As long as the human girl can be injured, the Queen will always have the upper hand.

Then, the remaining mechs unfurled their wings and lunged at the girl in the black trench coat. Particle cannons aimed and fired, and sharp swords capable of disintegrating force fields were launched.

However, the black and gold thorns surrounding the girl, along with the strange air currents and pressure changes, caused the mechs to be destroyed one by one.

"Orcs, over here! Quick!" a mech about to be crushed shouted frantically, "This enemy is even more...waaaa!"

He knew how to stir up the emotions of orcs.

Upon seeing this, the orc leader immediately picked up his hammer and charged forward.

He smashed the hammer down on the girl who was being attacked by the mechs.

'waaaa'

The intense 'power of my contemplation' made this hammer blow incredibly powerful.

Even surrounded and protected by black and gold thorns, the doll was still smashed back to the ground.

The Empress coldly raised her hand, and twelve black-gold thorns transformed into black-gold spears, aimed at the orcs, mechs, and dolls on the ground.

Falling with a crash!

In that instant, the earth was torn apart, and every spear turned into an abyss.

Its extremely violent power even silenced the chaotic battlefield.

After a few quiet seconds, the girl's figure emerged from the ruins, her trench coat already soaked with blood.

The Empress looked at her coldly, watching as the humanity in her eyes gradually faded.

I noticed that her temperament was becoming increasingly similar to mine.

"Finally," the Empress sneered, but then suddenly realized something and looked into the distance with a complicated expression.

"Damn it, it actually possesses such power? Is it really an overlord?" Yan Shuang, on the outskirts of the battlefield, was shocked and enraged. She quickly drew her sword and approached: "Quickly, cover the Puppet Overlord! Hurry!"

But then they saw the old man, Zhou Yuan, the former patriarch of the Zhou family, staring blankly into the distance.

"Don't stand there." Yan Shuang glanced sideways instinctively.

But then they saw a golden light stretch across the sky in the distance, rapidly approaching with overwhelming fighting spirit!

"They've arrived? How fast!" The Queen's voice rang out, carrying with it a power of fear.

"The greatest singularity in this world, the only human capable of ignoring my authority, the madman who desecrated my body! Human Champion."

"Li Yelai!"

Her response was a deafening roar!

Shadow Army, Thunderous Strike!
(Everyone, I haven't missed any updates! I stayed up until the early hours of yesterday morning to update 2,000 words. Then, I slept for three hours before accompanying my wife to the hospital for a prenatal checkup. When I got back, it was 3 PM, so I took a short nap and then went back to writing, another 2,000 words. No less. I used to update 2,000 words a day for my old book, and you guys said that was too short. This book updates 4,000 words a day, double that! And you still say it's too short? That's just too much!)

If someone says I'm not good enough at 2,000 a day, and still says I'm not good enough at 4,000 a day, then what am I doing? (End of Chapter)