My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

Luhua was silent. She had no idea what Noita was really thinking, but Noita's will was as firm as iron and could not be shaken by words.

"……I see."

The contract flew out of Noita's pocket and landed on her wrist, becoming a circle of golden and purple flower chain patterns.

Lu Hua said, "It will protect you and pull you out of the battlefield just before you are destroyed. After that, go and do what you want."

Looking closely at the illusory lines on her wrist, Noita asked softly, "Compared to the Silence Spell, how dangerous are the worms?"

"Silence can make all noisy things become silent."

This naturally includes worms.

"okay I know."

The previous experience gained from dealing with the monsters in the sandstorm gave her tens of thousands of experience points. Now the total experience point has reached 122315, which is more than enough to learn the Silence spell.

She remembered that when one comprehends the great art, an extremely dense atmosphere would appear, which could be regarded as a ritual, enough to interfere with the worm's advancement.

In an instant, all the 100,000 experience points were burned out, and the dim silence skill in the log was instantly lit up, and a pale white color was released. A layer of pure white scene poured like snow, covering the entire log interface.

The abundant snow covered the fertile land for thousands of miles, extending to the end beyond the reach of sight. Where the snow and the sky met, the extremely faint light of the sky spread across the clouds, reflecting the abundant snow on the earth, like another snowy field of silver snakes and wax elephants.

If a person were in it, he would really not be able to tell where the sky is and where the earth is.

The snow scene appeared quietly for two seconds, and then, in an instant, it was as if the map burned out, and the debris was scattered into the log.

The sudden chill invaded the real world, slowing down the violent sandstorm.

No one can speak here!

The wind stopped, even though it was still strong, it could not make any sound at all. The air condensed and a light rain fell from the sky. The cold water that could frost everything fell and turned the soil into hard soil.

It was as if winter had arrived early and everything was frozen in frost.

"Silence."

Qingyu recognized this phenomenon, and it struggled to explain the reason behind it, with its lips frosted from the words.

What a bad girl who makes people worry.

Qingyu shook her head in dissatisfaction, her eyes fierce.

Noita has disturbed her interest again and again.

Initially, she intended Attica to crumble slowly over the course of months, drawing maximum strength from the destruction and capturing both the grief and beauty of despair as order crumbles.

So he guided the sandstorm to form a cliff that separated the inside and the outside, but Phaethon was awakened by Noita, causing the sandstorm to become more fierce.

As things accelerated, she was ready to act immediately and sacrifice the phantom demon in exchange for the rapid destruction of Attica. Now the destruction will still come, but her promotion will not come as expected.

The resonance between learning the art of silence and the path seriously interfered with her resonance.

When two huge rituals appear in the same place at the same time, what follows will not be peace, but collision and overlap. This is also a kind of competition, and only the winner can be promoted.

Commonly known as the stuck progress bar.

If this guy Noita was at the second level, Qingyu could still manipulate them and use the ritual confrontation phenomenon to promote them to become [Opposing Double Blades], that is, the eternal enemy of confrontation.

If she could ascend to the extraordinary realm, she would be able to bear the fact that she would have to fight against a powerful enemy all the time.

But unfortunately, this girl was only at the first level, so this method was useless.

Saying there was no plan was just a joke to tease Anjou.

How could there really be no plan? It's just that the plan was ruined and I have to pretend to be stubborn.

Damn it.

The worms observed Noita coldly through their clear and rainy eyes, and had already sentenced her to death. Worms are inherently violent creatures, and it is their nature to desire the destruction of the world.

They are never truly good-tempered.

You have mastered the art of silence. Aesthetics, spiritualism, and the art of silence. While the art of silence is currently incomplete, you have mastered a portion of the essence of winter, gained the power of the end, and mastered forbidden techniques.

【Winter is the result, but also the waiting...】

[You delve deeper into the Path of Winter, and the advanced quests of the Path of Winter begin... and settlement begins... You gain the ability to comprehend the art of silence, unlocking all classes.]

[Settlement completed. The Path of Winter awaits your understanding. All Winter Skills have been upgraded (except the Great Skill). Do you want to advance?]

[Experience: 22315]

"no."

The answer remains the same.

Chapter 150: Violent Light

Raindrops falling from the sky froze the barriers, destroying Attica's defenses layer by layer.

The faint light that protected Attica completely vanished. Those fighting within the city, including Di Mantle, were horrified and erected barriers to block the freezing rain. However, it wasn't the rain that frightened them, but the lingering sandstorm.

With no obstruction, the sandstorm sounded the clarion call for its advance, and Phaethon's figure emerged from the depths of the black smoke, controlling tens of thousands of tons of wind and sand to bury Attica in one fell swoop.

The professionals fled like ants scalded by boiling water, trying to avoid this incarnation of destruction, but Phaethon just waved his hand and the wind and sand stopped them. The cold wind bit their skin and bones, stripping away their identities and causes one by one, leaving Attica with no continuation.

After removing the power of Attica, these professionals revealed their true appearance.

They were all creatures from dreams, and now that they were liberated, they felt as if they were in another world, and their movements slowed down.

But Phaethon would not hold back because of the change in the enemy's identity. The sandstorm continued to roar, tearing and crashing them. The two dream creatures disappeared with painful howls. The rest of the dream creatures suddenly woke up and used their magical powers to escape from here.

As more and more things were destroyed, Phaethon's power was expanding. He was following his destiny, and as long as he did things that were in line with his destiny, his power would become stronger than ever.

And his destiny was to sink Attica.

Faint hymns emerged from the void again, and as Attica was destroyed, they became louder and louder, until they drowned out the howling of the sandstorm. Amid the intertwined hymns, the city collapsed and everything was heading towards its end.

But there is one place where the hymns cannot echo. It is covered with cold snow, and all sounds are buried under the snow.

It was a blind spot that was difficult to control and required him to destroy it personally.

Then Phaethon set out, and like a meteorite falling from the sky, he burst into the midst of the battle.

That's under the altar.

No sound could be made in the silent environment, and Qingyu, who had not learned the skill of [Silent Spells], could not even cast spells.

Noita held the sword in his right hand and slashed with the frost blade, forcing Qingyu to temporarily avoid the edge, and use an inelegant but surprisingly effective rolling to avoid the slash, and fled in embarrassment.

Theoretically, rolling cannot avoid Noita's attack, but the worm's dodging ability always has some peculiarities. She can often suddenly speed up to avoid the sword or perform incredible dodging movements as if she has no bones.

At first, Qingyu also thought about competing with Noita in swordsmanship, but then she was almost killed by a sword.

The many secret techniques and strange abilities that the worms were proud of were completely suppressed by the more superior power of the Path of Winter. They could only exert less than 10% of their full strength, which was extremely frustrating.

Where did this monster come from? He can use the silence technique skillfully just after learning it.

The one-sided beating made Qingyu wonder who was the real worm between them.

In a few seconds, the two had chased and fled for dozens of meters. In terms of the physical fitness of scholars, Qingyu has surpassed most scholars, but it is wishful thinking to want to compete with Noita.

Although she dodged the fatal sword several times in the few seconds of the battle, avoiding serious damage at the cost of minor injuries, there was always one sword she could not avoid.

The worm's deception and deception will never end.

The god of death was already standing in the shadow of the sun and rain, waiting for the moment to reap her soul.

The cat-and-mouse chase quickly came to an end. A psychic light shone in her eyes, and the air behind Qingyu suddenly hardened like a concrete wall. Qingyu tried to penetrate this air wall, using the power of the Path of Enlightenment to separate the air, but the invisible wall continued to grow thicker, and in the blink of an eye, it was too thick for her to escape quickly.

The sharp sword carrying forbidden skills had pierced her heart. In the blink of an eye, her blood and soul were invaded by the cold air and she froze to death instantly.

The forbidden art is the art of silence. It can silence everything that is not allowed to speak, just like insects in the dead of winter, quietly hiding under the snow. Even if there are many means of resurrection, they cannot be activated as long as the level is not high enough.

The worms are similar to winter, and similar qualities can suppress and destroy them.

[Forbidden Skills: Select an individual or an area, cover it with pure white, and prohibit all skills. Some powers will always remain silent in your presence.] (The strength of this skill is related to the level of Silence)

[Power of the End (Winter): Your attacks carry the power of winter, dealing true damage to enemies and significant true damage to undead creatures. You can bring about the end, whether it's for yourself or others.] (The strength of this skill is tied to the level of Silence)

Qingyu seemed to be frozen to death, but the experience was not gained, so Noita wanted to add a few more sword strikes to completely destroy it.

But a meteorite fell from the sky, and a dragon-headed monster with six arms and six eyes and covered with dragon scales turned into a raging fire and attacked. He crashed to the ground, setting off a heat wave, but even the flames were frozen under the extreme power of winter and turned into a flame sculpture.

The ice sculpture of Qingyu was evaporated by the flames, but the lack of experience made Noita realize that the worm was not dead yet. It was curled up somewhere in a state of suspended animation, secretly watching everyone present, hoping to reap the benefits.

However, the danger of a conspiracy being known is greatly reduced. Now that he knows the worm's despicable intentions, Noita will naturally be more vigilant.

Phaethon charged towards Noita without saying a word. The heat that could melt steel turned into a scorching wind as he charged, silently tearing at the coldness, trying to tear apart the frost.

The earth rose with the girl's thoughts, and a wall of solid rock blocked the monster's charge.

Noita took off into the air and rose into the ice rain.

The atmosphere of competition lingering above the base rushed over when the two men came into close combat again, and the power of the Tao arrived again, cheering for the soldiers' fight.

Phaethon's wings ignited with flames, and with just a flap, he turned into a flame and soared into the sky, colliding with Noita. The cold air and the heat wave touched each other, stirring up thick smoke, which disappeared when the strong wind blew. They continued their unfinished struggle.

Since the destruction of Attica, Phaethon's power has reached an unprecedented level, and even 90% of his consciousness has been transferred from deep dreams.

A cloudy bright color like lava lit up under his scales, providing his body with greater strength.

The phantom demon sat in the fire, his body being peeled off bit by bit.

Her spirit was exhausted by the flames, and she saw hail falling from the sky in a trance.

What fell to the ground was not ice and snow, but glass. The fire that had once left fierce burns on the earth and created the Sahara Desert reappeared in the world. Even the flying sand and dust were melted into colorful glass by this high temperature.

The rain of blazing glass is beautiful, but hidden within it is a deadly murderous intent.

Like the dance of meteors, brilliant lights burst out in the sky one after another in an instant. It was the brilliance produced by the friction and collision between the high-speed moving sword blades and scales, which was extremely charming.

The frost blade flashed through the air with a cold, phantom light like a waning moon, leaving a scar on Phaethon. Then Noita withdrew and flew away again, looking down at Phaethon calmly.

She always occupied the high position, adjusted her position, and did not give Phaethon the opportunity to gather strength and swoop down.

Attacking from top to bottom is always more convenient than charging from bottom to top, which can give Noita a slight advantage.

Both sides retreated and fell into a brief stalemate.

Noita looked at the Frost Blade. This sword, which she had snatched from Fei Xin and which she used with great satisfaction, had experienced battles of a higher intensity in recent days than Fei Xin had experienced in the past year combined.

After being repeatedly tortured by extreme cold and high heat, the surface of the Frost Blade has already had cracks and its quality has seriously declined. If Fei Xin saw this, she would probably cry out of grievance.

I just don't feel bad about using other people's swords.

So, let it make its last contribution.

A cold moon rose from behind Noita, and the cool moonlight shone in all directions, illuminating the glass clearly. The light and sharp moonlight merged into the sword body, filling it and turning it into a moonlight sword.

Phaethon didn't know what Noita was doing, but he made a fairly accurate judgment to interrupt Noita.

Then the foehn wind roared even more violently, carrying a high temperature that could burn the world. Phaethon soared into the sky like a rocket and rushed to Noita in an instant, wanting to tear her in half.

But it's too late.

Noita's smile, caused by the battle, was wild and evil.

She grasped the Frost Blade and squeezed it angrily, ignoring its sharpness.

The frost blade shattered, and in an instant, light like the sun burst out from the fragments of the blade. The fierce glow knocked Phaethon to the ground, and the terrible high temperature spread like a shock wave.

At this moment, the moonlight transformed into a flash of sunlight as the sword was damaged. It was a violent and unstoppable light.

Chapter 151: Victory

The phantom demon was drowsy and too weak to move. She could only watch the deadly fight in the sky intermittently, and her dynamic vision and thinking could no longer support her to understand the process of this struggle.

All she could see was light flickering in the darkness, each flicker a collision, yet the sky shone no fewer than a hundred times in a single minute, illuminating the area like daylight. The merciless light pierced her eyes, causing them to weep painfully, but even these tears and pain were offerings to the gods.

"You are really tenacious."

A rustling sound like the rubbing of clothes came from the side. She turned around slowly and saw a figure made up of fragments.

It was almost just the outline of a human, with the body mostly torn and some shiny shadows filling the gaps, piecing together the body into the appearance of a human.

From the figure, you can roughly tell whether it is sunny or rainy.

Qingyu looked at the glittering sky and said, "Ordinary second-level warriors would have been sacrificed by this time. Why haven't you completely disappeared yet?"

The power of the two warring parties was getting stronger and stronger. Noita was constantly mobilizing the influence of winter in the environment to fight against the enemy, which reduced a lot of the winter power left on the ground. The shackles of silence were also lifted, and she was able to speak.

It's just that the sound will freeze and can't travel too far.