I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 836. Pain and suffering are like the sea, and I will be the boat!
"boom--!!"

A deafening roar, like tearing silk, erupted between heaven and earth.

The World Tree, piercing the heavens, trembled violently, its emerald canopy, obscuring the sky, churning up a vast expanse of azure waves. And atop this swaying green sea, stood a supreme deity draped in a gown of starlight.

A divine sword formed from pale lightning flowed in her hand, her pale vertical pupils, gazing at the starry sky, narrowed like blades, and a dark gold cross between her brows extended from her brows like countless golden lines that connected to her majestic divine eyes at the corners of her eyes.

As she gazed upwards, the transparent barrier shrouding the sky above the World Tree began to ripple with eerie light. Wherever her gaze fell, the invisible membrane emitted the resonant hum of an ancient bell, and cracks spread through the void like a plague.

With a deafening roar, eighteen cracks appeared on the trunk of the World Tree, and dark chains inscribed with incantations burst forth from the sky.

These shackles, writhing with crimson runes, tightened like a swarm of pythons constricting their prey, crushing the starlight surrounding Di Si inch by inch.

Her long, cloud-like hair suddenly burst into flames of blood, and a chilling, ancient, pale flame surged forth from her skirt, causing space to collapse into countless black holes wherever it passed. The ancient bark of the World Tree peeled away in the annihilation, revealing wounds that shimmered with starlight.

At this moment, she was truly like an old god imprisoned in hell, about to break free from the myriad shackles of the underworld.

Bai Suxi looked terrified; this being
He will forcefully break the seal!!

They've gone mad! They've really gone mad!!
Although this dragon god has been accumulating resentment little by little every day for the past six months, his emotional state has been very stable most of the time.

Unexpectedly, today, sensing something, it left its throne and rushed to the top of the World Tree, looking restless and unwilling to continue sitting in this god-like place.

This was the first time Bai Suxi had ever felt fear from this legendary being!

Yes.

fear!

He was actually afraid!

Within that overwhelming divine wrath lay a hidden fear and anxieties about something. What was He worried about?
Or rather, He is
Whom are we worried about?
"Om - hum -"

The space trembled and wailed. The eighteen dark chains embedded in the woman's back in the star-patterned dress straightened, and divine lightning flashed and crackled. The chain on the far side struggled particularly violently.

Bai Suxi knew that if even one of these eighteen chains broke, it would cause a terrifying celestial phenomenon, shaking the three realms. At that time, the Star Realm, the Realm of Manifestation, and the Realm of Nightmare would all witness the collapse of the world and see the exact location of the World Tree in the alternate dimension.

At that time, it will surely attract the covetous eyes of many powerful beings, and the matter of the Dragon God's resurrection will surely be known to those with malicious intentions.

This is not a good thing for the Dragon God.

Bai Suxi didn't understand. If the Dragon God wanted to break the seal, she should have done so quietly. What had happened to make her so furious and reckless?

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Gray world.

The sky was stained with blood mist, and countless dark purple lightning bolts tore through the clouds like giant pythons, illuminating the scorched earth with flickering light.

This realm is a lawless area, and although it is chaotic and a paradise for criminals, it has not seen war for thousands of years.

However, in the past few months, with the legendary descent of the demon god, the Gray Realm has become a veritable meat grinder for living beings.

Blood surged and boiled at the edge of the battlefield, its surface covered with tattered armor and twisted limbs. The stench of rust mixed with the stench of burning solidified into a crimson storm that swept across the entire plain.

The Holy Star Court's silver-armored legions arrayed themselves like star trails, their spiritual cannon fire weaving a net of light that poured down, only to be swallowed by black mist the instant they touched the Star-Slaying Alliance's demonized legions—

The half-human, half-beast monsters had crimson pupils, and their cracked skin oozed a tar-like sap. The spiritual fire that spewed out when their fangs crushed the light blades was like demonic flowers blooming in hell.

In the center of the battlefield, a colossal bronze drum floated in mid-air, its surface shimmering with a ghostly golden light from the mystical totems engraved on it with each boom. "Boom—boom—!"

The drumsticks danced on their own, the sound waves carrying demonic energy transformed into visible ripples, and wherever they passed, the half-demons' spines bulged, their muscles bulged, and their sharp claws tore open the chests of three silver-armored knights.

On the blood-red earth, millions of demons roared, raising an army to attack the heavens.

At the very back of the battlefield, on the edge of a precipice atop Cloud Mist Mountain, stood a tall woman dressed in an elegant black-purple long dress.

The woman wore an ancient mask with a black background and a swastika pattern on her face. Her silver hair was draped over her back. She had an elegant yet dignified demeanor. Although her cultivation level was not obvious, she inexplicably possessed a terrifying and demonic aura.

Keep away from strangers.

A hundred meters behind, a scarlet hand bone suddenly burst from the rocky ground, growing a spine, ribs, and skull, eventually transforming into a three-meter-tall skeletal giant surrounded by ghostly flames.

Thump—Kneeling respectfully on one knee, a child's deep voice rang out between the opening and closing of his cheekbones and jaw: "Your Majesty, the fifth demon has been born, but it says it has something important to report and wishes to see you."

After he finished speaking, the woman in the black dress in front of him remained silent for a long time.

Ainz Ooal Gown remained respectfully bowed. As a being born of fear, he had not yet developed many emotions, but he already possessed basic knowledge. Confusion arose, and he was about to speak again to remind the king.

But then a calm voice rang out: "Step back."

"As Your Majesty commands." The Bone King lowered his head, the ghostly flames in his cheekbones and eye sockets went out, and his skeletal body turned to ashes and scattered.

Mu Qingtong gazed into the distance at the oppressive sky shrouded in blood, where a light drizzle was falling, gradually turning into a torrential downpour.

Her delicate brows furrowed deeper beneath the swastika mask, and an inexplicable palpitation made her increasingly uneasy.

With her spiritual power at this level, even though her spiritual pressure had not yet reached the level of a sage, she already had a basic sensitivity to the cause and effect of fate. This sensitivity is commonly known as the sixth sense.

Her sixth sense told her that something had happened to Mr. Xia.
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Below the Heavenly Gate, above the Heavenly Steps.

Xia Feng lost all perception, only his consciousness lingering in the misty clouds. He felt like dust, like mist, like all things in the world, unable to perceive his soul or body, devoid of memories or the past. The only thing he could feel was the despair of being gnawed at by countless marrow-eating insects, their flesh and blood seeping into his nerves and spinal cord. This feeling was amplified countless times in the conceptual world where only 'silence' remained, making it especially clear!

Extreme torture and pain, the Buddha's purgatory, are unbearable for mortals.

Xia Feng never considered himself a person of unwavering will, but at this moment, besides the word "despair," all that remained in his heart was the will to move forward!

With each step forward, more and more of the past memories surface in my mind.

He gradually recalled the past, remembering what he had learned, enjoyed, and been angry about over the past two years. It was everything to him, his passion, and the countless fulcrums that kept him from giving up and falling into a deep sleep.

The pain and suffering are like the sea, and I am the boat!
He finally regained his senses about his body.

[Fusion Progress (Transformation): 37→49%]

"boom--!!"

But the instant the divine sound and thunder pierced through his skull, he saw his birth cry turn into the shrill laughter of a vengeful ghost, his mother's embrace transform into a cage of bones, and all the warm moments of his life sprout fangs.

It was as if all the support that propelled him forward was an illusion and a falsehood.

(End of this chapter)