I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 222. People's Prejudice

The luxurious star wheel trembled, and a flurry of panic erupted inside.

Many people came to the curved glass ship and looked out. They saw that, at some point, two huge warships marked with blood-red [θ] paint were lying across the tranquil Eternal Flow Sea, surrounding Star Wheel on the left and right.

The warships were equipped with shipborne ballistae, and their massive, dark hulls were shrouded in a dangerous crimson aura, indicating that they could launch an attack at any moment.

At the same time, a hoarse male voice rang out throughout the Starship: "Everyone, please assemble in Hall One within ten minutes. There are a total of 2078 passengers and staff. If I find that the number is incorrect, everyone will be buried with this Starship."

As he spoke in a calm tone, the two warships outside the window began to charge up, and the blue light on their psionic cannons became increasingly terrifying.

The passengers and crew members who were fleeing in the corridor stopped in their tracks, looked at each other, and their faces were extremely grim.

After hesitating for a few seconds, and with someone taking the lead in running back, everyone gradually began to return the way they came.

Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong exchanged a glance.

"Let's go and see what's going on."

Xia Feng shook his head helplessly and followed the crowd.

He and Mu Qingtong were identified as passengers who boarded the ship in place of two tourists who had skipped their tickets, so they were also recorded in the system.

Upon entering Hall One, it felt more like a huge, empty museum. The dome was covered with a silvery material, and there were arched glass windows on both sides, through which one could see dark warships sailing on the outside, creating a sense of intimidation.

By this time, many people had already arrived in the hall.

Above the main hall, a shadowy figure of a man with long, dark green hair floated. He wore a black robe, had a pale face, and eyes that resembled the vertical pupils of a snake.

He calmly looked down at the crowd, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "Ladies and gentlemen, please move your legs. Gentlemen, please stand to my left, and ladies, please stand to my right."

"Get moving, get moving, stop dawdling!" A black-robed man with a blood-red mask cursed from the crowd, grabbing people by the collar and throwing them into the crowd.

One nobleman, unable to bear the humiliation, gritted his teeth and angrily rebuked the man, only to be slapped across the face by a blond man with a blood-red theta symbol etched under his eyelids. The terrifying force of the slap twisted the nobleman's head, leaving it a bloody mess.

The blond man spat and said, "You talk too much nonsense."

His words calmed the restless crowd, who then began to divide themselves into separate areas for men and women in an orderly fashion.

"Hey, young master over there! I'm talking to you, aren't you going to move those delicate little legs of yours?"

When Renault saw the blond man grinning as he walked towards him, his sharp gaze turned slightly cold. Just as he was about to speak, the blind old man beside him patted his shoulder.

“Young Master Renault, hardship makes one progress. Don’t lose your life over the hopping of a grasshopper. It’s not worth it.”

The old man's voice echoed in his mind, and the noble young master's gaze darkened slightly as he nodded.

Even though the old man was a fifth-level spiritual master, he was not a venerable one and could not withstand the bombardment of the two warships.

Those two warships didn't even need to completely destroy the star wheel; they only needed to create a gap in it. Before long, the life forms inside the star wheel would be swallowed up by the spacetime turbulence and their souls would return to the eternal flow.

The young nobleman walked to the left.

Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong also walked to the left and right respectively, blending into the dense crowd, trying to remain inconspicuous.

According to Xia Feng's observation, the only fifth-level spirit master on this ship was the blind old man, and he was probably just an ordinary fifth-level spirit master, so he couldn't possibly deal with the two warships outside.

The term "Pu Wu" refers to a fifth-tier spirit master who has not yet mastered an A-level offensive spirit garment.

When a spiritual master's spiritual pressure reaches the fifth-order standard, which is 5000 Voc, they possess the spiritual energy to safely activate an A-grade spiritual garment and can learn how to wear an A-grade spiritual garment.

Of course, even B-grade spirit garments are difficult to learn, and learning A-grade spirit garments is even more difficult. Most fifth-tier spirit masters can only learn one A-grade spirit garment at most in their entire lives.

When a fifth-tier spiritual master learns and can safely use an A-grade spiritual garment, and their spiritual pressure reaches 8000 Voc, they are called a true fifth-tier spiritual master, also known as the True Martial Realm. This represents the pinnacle of martial prowess, and taking another step forward will lead to the Venerable level.

People like Archbishop Os, Knight Rek, and Judge Zolaf, whom Xia Feng encountered before, were all ordinary level 5 spirit masters, and none of them could use A-level spirit robes.

Level 5 is the pinnacle that most spirit masters can reach, because beyond that, it really comes down to talent.

While he was pondering, the dense crowd on both sides had already separated. Xia Feng looked around for Number 14, only to find him standing in the middle of the crowd, whispering sweet nothings to a beautiful woman.

According to the information provided by Mu Qingtong, Xia Feng knew that no one was allowed to buy tickets and board the ship midway through the journey. However, his lover on the 14th worked on the ship and bought a ticket through his lover's connections to board from District 50.

So that beautiful woman must be Number 14's lover.

"2078 people were expected, and 2078 people are present. Very good, everyone. It seems you all value your lives. That's good."

The man with long, dark green hair calmly said, "Let me introduce myself. You can call me Viper, or Lord Viper. First of all, I must state that we are not rude pirates, but rather from the Burning Heaven Temple, which loves peace and advocates fairness and justice."

"I'm sure you've all heard of the name of the Burning Heaven Temple. The outside world doesn't have a friendly opinion about us, and there are many criticisms of our doctrines and ways of doing things. People always think we are some kind of evil cult."

"This is prejudice, the prejudice of ignorant people!"

"But it doesn't matter. Today, you noble lords will see the friendliness and sincerity of us, the Burning Heaven."

As he spoke, the viper's vertical pupils darkened, and a smile gradually crept onto his lips before he abruptly changed the subject, "Of course, that's on the condition that the officer carrying the flame shows himself, otherwise—"

"I will kill someone every 10 seconds from now on."

As Viper's calm voice fell, the atmosphere in the hall froze. Everyone was thinking, "Damn it! You call this friendliness and sincerity?!"
No one dared to speak, and the ten seconds of deathly silence passed quickly.

"Bang!" A waiter's head exploded first, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, their faces changed drastically, and the coldness of death enveloped them.

"Alright, let me explain in more detail. This officer's code name is Cold Eagle. He belongs to the Li Dong Legion. He is a spy planted by that grandson of Pang Xize in the Mars Shipping Group. Not long ago, he stole the Fire Seed from the Mars Shipping headquarters and escaped to board the Victoria."

"Bang!" Another person's head exploded, and he collapsed to the ground in a daze.

Viper's smile was sinister: "So, officer, I know you're on this ship. Are you really going to watch these vibrant lives fall before your eyes?"

Everyone crouched down, heads in their hands, utterly silent, and no one answered.

"Oh!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Time passed slowly, more and more people fell, blood flowed everywhere, and panic spread.

"Tsk~" The blond man standing next to the viper phantom felt a little bored. He glanced around and grinned. "How about this, Lord Viper, let me play something more interesting."

As he spoke, the blond man unbuckled his belt and walked toward the crowd of women, a smile playing on his lips.

Upon seeing his actions, the noble ladies' expressions immediately changed.

The blond man's gaze swept over the area, then his eyes lit up. He licked his lips playfully and waved his hand, ordering, "Bring that little beauty over here."

Immediately, several black-robed henchmen walked away into the distance.

The blond man was pointing in the exact center of the group of men and women, where number 14 was located.

Number 14 and the beautiful woman beside him suddenly changed their expressions and stepped back in unison: "What, what are you doing!"

Seeing several burly men reach out, the beautiful woman turned pale, her eyes filled with fear as she tried to dodge, but the men roughly grabbed Number 14's shoulders and began to pull her away.
"Sir, please don't be afraid, just bear with it and it will pass."

Number 14 hesitated slightly as he stopped them from touching his girlfriend, his expression stiff.

The beautiful woman was also stunned. "Wh-what?"

She glanced at the handsome blond man in the distance, then at her boyfriend's fair face, and felt a chill run down her spine.

Seeing the woman's strange expression, the blond man was annoyed. He stepped forward and kicked her, sneering disdainfully, "Tsk—you self-righteous stinking woman, you think you're lusting after just one look at you? If you're so shameless, get lost!"

(End of this chapter)