My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

The phantom didn't want to talk. Her true form embraced the phantom, preventing the sacrificial fire from licking them.

"Not talking? Then let me guess. Is it the desire to live that's keeping you from dying? A strong desire can indeed be borrowed from the Dao, in exchange for some strength." Qingyu advised, "You don't have to force yourself to refuse to leave. The burnt offering is merely a sacrifice to the gods, not a death sentence... although sometimes the two are the same."

"But this sacrifice is different. It will leave some debris behind. After all, if there were nothing left, there would be no way to transmit it back to the Deep Dream. Furthermore, the end point of the sacrifice isn't the gods who control the Tao, but merely a being with divine status within the Dream."

She paused and added, "Same as me, but they are a little better than me."

The phantom demon asked with difficulty: "What remains can be left?"

"Princess Attica's power," Qingyu replied kindly. "This power needs to carry information and cannot be destroyed."

The phantom is clear.

She returned to silence, but this time she no longer looked at the battle in the sky, and shifted her attention back into her body.

Many of the phantom demon's powers were taken away by the sacrificial fire, and many of her professional abilities disappeared. Only the most core phantom form was still with her.

But its companionship will not last long. The sacrifice of the burnt offering is extremely thorough and it will only stop when it is deprived to the point of near death.

Now that Qingyu said that Princess Attica's power would not be taken away, she became interested.

The phantom adjusted its strategy and the layers of illusion to form an onion structure. The outermost layer was the illusion of Princess Attica, followed by her soul, then the melancholy girl, then an assassin, and the deepest layer was the appearance of a girl that had never been revealed to the outside world.

Everything can be discarded, but these hard-earned illusions can never be lost.

Qingyu vaguely felt the adjustment of the phantom demon and laughed happily.

Her reminder was certainly not well-intentioned. The philosophers in the deep dream needed pure data. Once the data was mixed with unnecessary things, it would be much more difficult for them to analyze the data, and it might even affect the integrity of the information transmission.

Now it depends on which one has more, the margins left by the philosophers when designing or the things preserved by the phantom demons. It would be interesting if the phantom demons left more things.

Sunny and Rain softly hummed the worm song, dedicated to making things difficult for everyone.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to run away, but she is now stuck on the edge of promotion. If she runs away, she will fail to be promoted, and the cost will be very high.

So Qingyu stayed here, wanting to see how the battle went. If Phaethon won, without the special attack of Silence, she would have more room to maneuver.

According to her judgment, Phaethon has a 70% chance of winning.

If Noita wins, she will just wait for death.

It is rare to see a life-and-death duel between two professionals whose combat power is infinitely close to that of the extraordinary. In this battle, one of the two is originally an extraordinary professional who has only descended here to fight as a substitute, and the other is a strange thing that can stack the combat power to the top of the second level at only the first level. With such a wonderful duel, even if you die, it will be a face-saving thing to talk about it with other worm colleagues in the world of death.

It’s worth dying for!

Just as he watched, Qingyu suddenly realized something was wrong.

The fire in the sky is getting brighter and brighter, as if it is falling towards us.

The cold light from the broken frost blade mixed with the sunlight transformed by the moon's violation of the sky, and the dazzling light knocked Phaethon down. The fireball that looked like a small sun fell from the sky and accurately hit the altar built by Qingyu.

The Moon infringes upon the Heavenly Gate: The Moon seizes the dominant position, the mirror gathers the bright sun, and the coldness of the Moon triggers a change in the Moon's phase, turning the Moon into Yang. This brings the blazing light of the Sun upon the body, greatly increasing one's strength. Very bad.

This is Yuehan’s item introduction.

It has the function of converting moonlight into sunlight. The purpose of the shattering weapon is to make it a carrier of moonlight and bear the cost of using the Moon to violate the Heavenly Gate.

The result was that the shattering of the Frost Blade erupted with a power that even Noita was amazed at.

In her expectation, simply transforming into sunlight might injure Phaethon, but he should not crash without any chance of fighting back.

Noita checked the log and found the reason.

[You imitated the ritual of resistance and shattered the weapon, igniting the fierce light of casting. The moon's violation of the heavenly barrier and the ritual of resistance combined to blend into a poignant and fierce light...]

The Rite of Resistance stems from the teachings of a forge spirit: a craftsman can only achieve his highest achievement by destroying his most cherished tools.

This supreme achievement is not static; it is different for each user.

In Noita's hands, it seems to be able to be used as a means of burst killing.

However, this ritual is too complex to be triggered by mere imitation, and the Frost Blade is not her most prized tool.

Noita looked at the clear moon, and a guess flashed through his mind. Perhaps the Scale of Calmness had built a layer of resistance ritual into Yue Han.

Whatever the reason, Phaethon was shot down by her.

Under the dark clouds, above the blood lake, Noita took a deep breath and accelerated her fall. On the way, she held a frost blade fragment in her left hand and dropped from the sky like a meteorite. With a bang, it shattered the smoke and dust and knocked Phaethon, who had not yet stood up, to the ground.

The steaming heat caused the earth to crack, the blood lake boiled and evaporated, the overgrown weeds dried up and combusted spontaneously, and a wildfire was brewing.

The power of the Winter Path circulates here, protecting Noita from the oncoming heat.

Phaethon's body was broken into pieces, his scales scattered all over the ground, as if they had been beaten loose. The shock and the power of the end curled up in his wounds, shattering his internal structure and preventing his volcanic body from healing.

He struggled endlessly, but with just one slap, he sent Noita flying more than ten meters away.

In a power contest without using skills, Noita is really no match for him.

In order to avoid any more trouble, Noita raised the moon cold, turned it into a soft light around his fingers, and twisted it around his body, completely destroying it.

The true damage of the final force left it with no chance of rebirth.

[Kill Phaethon, the Incarnation of Disaster, and gain 66000 experience points.]

This time there is finally a log prompt.

The battle was extremely brutal. Although Phaethon was strangled, the power stimulated by the resistance ritual also damaged her right hand. The power of the Tao was entangled on it, and there was no hope of healing in the short term.

But even this is enough. Her spirit is at its peak because of her victory, and the competitive atmosphere is attracted by her victory.

It’s more than enough to kill Qingyu.

Noita staggered to his feet. The moon was shining brightly in the sky, and its bright moonlight spread all over the fields, searching for signs of sunshine or rain.

Chapter 152 Boom!!

The bright moon is like the eye of the sky, quietly watching the Blood Lake Forest, searching for where Sunny and Rainy are hiding.

But she hid really well, like a wintering insect, dormant in a secret place, so Noita couldn't find her for a while, and she couldn't find the location of the phantom demon either. She didn't know where they had hidden.

Since he couldn't find her, Noita didn't force it. With Luhua watching from outside, Qingyu couldn't escape. It was just the difference between suspended sentence and immediate execution.

There were no enemies at this time, so Noita simply sat cross-legged to rest and check the harvest.

First of all, it's about experience. Sixty-six thousand experience points is considered a lot among ordinary monsters, but it's still too little for Phaethon and other extraordinary downgraded enemies. If it's not over a hundred thousand, Noita feels sorry for Phaethon's disgusting characteristics such as "multiple transformations", "resurrection", "targeted resistance", "high blood and high damage", "burning aura", etc.

Sixty-six thousand experience points is still too little.

Noita angrily skipped the experience gain and turned to look at other gains.

The second is influence. Two influences are collected, one is [Word of Silence] and the other is [High-spirited Battle]

The so-called impact is the atmosphere recorded by magic after an unusual event. A murder, a thrilling battle, or even a table of carefully prepared food can create an impact.

Studies have shown that the likelihood of the effects occurring is greatly increased and it is easier to become addicted when there is sunlight.

Words of Silence: The language of snow is remembrance. A mid-level influence, with unmistakable signs. It can be used in many situations, so please explore its uses.

Exalted Battle: A battle erupts between gods and men, heroes destroy monsters, and the universe cheers. A high-level influence where power and danger intertwine and merge. Explore its uses.

Whether it is for promotion or making rare items, influence can be of great use. If you have certain unique skills, you can directly turn influence into a weapon of attack.

There are many professionals on Gaia who take advantage of influence.

After checking the harvest, Noita collected fragments of the Frost Blade on the earth. Due to the tempering of the resistance ritual, its material had changed to some extent. Perhaps it could be given to Roshivia to help forge a new sword.

Looking for the gaps in the fragments, Noita frowned and looked at the sky, feeling something strange.

Phaethon has been killed, so why hasn’t the sandstorm stopped yet?

As if hearing her doubts, a voice came from afar to explain: "Of course, it's because once the destruction begins, it won't stop."

Noita looked up and saw Qingyu a thousand meters away. The distance was a bit far and outside the single-target locking range of the forbidden technique.

In an instant, the most accurate judgment flashed through Noita's mind. She took out the floating gun, loaded the ammunition and immediately fired a shot.

The alchemical fire was blocked by the worm's strange power as usual, but Qingyu's arms were still shaking after blocking the fire.

She calmly stepped back again to create some distance between them, then she announced, "There is a god who symbolizes eternal wrath. He sleeps here, possessing an insatiable thirst for destruction and an eternal hatred of existence. We are now in his dream."

"In Typhon's dream, we gain everything, lose everything, and hate everything. Every tiny possibility leading to destruction is magnified, becoming a probability that cannot be ignored. Under the influence of this trend, it is now this secret realm itself, not Phaethon, that powers the sandstorm. The destruction of Attica, which has collapsed 80%, is inevitable."

The dehumanized rain and sun said joyfully, "Attica will surely sink."

Even though they were thousands of meters apart, her voice still reached Noita's ears accurately.

"Oh, so what?" Noita was puzzled. "What does this have to do with you? Can you ascend through its destruction?"

Noita released the influence he had just suppressed, and the power of silence once again filled the world.

Qingyu's expression of life and death suddenly turned into extreme disgust: "What I hate most is a stinky brat like you who doesn't understand romance. Why don't you just die obediently?"

Noita remained silent and walked slowly towards Qingyu: "Hey, where's the Phantom Demon?"

Qingyu kept retreating: "She boarded a one-way train that will never return. Why, is she sad?"

"That's not the case. I was just asking out of boredom... You could have stayed hidden and survived, so why did you come out and seek death?"

"I'm just curious why you're so murderous towards me. Even if it's for revenge for the people of Attica, it doesn't hold water when there are no real humans in Attica. Are you a member of the Dream Creature Protection Association?"

"I haven't heard of it." Noita increased his speed again, approaching Qingyu. "And the claim that there are no humans is wrong. Aren't the students and colleagues who came with you all human?"

"Just for them?"

Qingyu felt a genuine sense of absurdity: "Just because we were on the same journey for a few days, and a few dozen insignificant lives were lost, you hate me?"

"Of course you can't understand something like this!"

Revenge is just a high-sounding excuse. The core reason is that Qingyu's indiscriminate attacks threaten Noita. If she hadn't accumulated enough strength in these days, she would be in great danger!

"Ridiculous, it's true that humans can't understand it!" Qingyu said no more, and sped up again to deal with Noita, like a worm traveling through the earth, constantly escaping into the void and reappearing in the distance.

The storm grew stronger and stronger, and the signs of destruction in this place became more and more obvious. The earth and space were gradually peeled away, revealing the deep and empty void.

This is the underlying color that appears only after the surface scenes of the dream are erased.

Standing in the void and looking into the depths, one can see the boundless devilish fire burning countless shining dreams, just like the returning south wind drying a damp painting, but after drying it is still not satisfied, the flames continue to burn until the painting is completely burned.

When the true nature of the secret realm is revealed, it will be difficult for Qingyu to escape through teleportation skills.

She stood at a distance, keeping a good distance, and took out a small clay jar from the dark crevice in her body. This was the container that had once imprisoned it.

At the bottom of the pottery jar lay a small gray-white tentacle. It was the tendril of Setes, a monster created by the gods in the past, and also a breeding ground for worms.

The grayish-white color is proof that it was turned into stone by Medusa's head. Even though it turned into stone, its divine power remains unchanged.

Qingyu took out her tentacles, and the pottery jar floated away like yellow sand. As she waved the tentacles, the sound of sea waves spread in all directions, and the illusory picture of the deep sea rolled in, submerging the place in an instant.

Unpleasant suffocation and high pressure were exerted on the two people. Qingyu's body was shattered by the heavy water pressure. The worm rolled up its tentacles, causing the pressure of the deep sea to increase again, trying to crush Noita.

However, the girl smiled contemptuously, and a ray of light spread out on her left wrist. The power from Luhua supported the protection under the heavy pressure, giving Noita enough strength to deal with the worms.

The distance between them closed again, and the worm panicked and tried to escape into the background of dreams.

Even if you are roasted into a dried worm, you are not sure of death, but if you are killed by the power of the end, there will be no chance of recovery.

At the critical moment, a stream of glowing lava suddenly appeared in front of it, blocking it for a moment.

It was at this moment that it fell into the constraints of forbidden techniques.

Then, the power of winter seeped into the worm's lungs and spleen, blocking all room for change, and the suppression from the higher-level power caused it to fall limply to the ground.

Noita is striding towards him, and its death is approaching.

At the last moment, the worm looked towards the direction of the lava fiercely, wanting to know who stopped it.

　Looking back, he saw the half-broken Mantle lying on the ruins, staring at it intently.

Damn guy.

Noita was on the way, but its power was blocked and there was no chance of escape.

With this in mind, the worm released Setes' tentacles and drilled into them, intending to fully unleash the power within the tentacles and create an explosion.

A shocking explosion!

Chapter 153 Have Fun

[Worm Sunny and Rainy was destroyed. Experience points were distributed according to the damage ratio. You gained 77324 experience points.]

The news of the worm's death came suddenly. When death was imminent, it chose to destroy itself to promote the destruction of its tentacles in exchange for dying together with Noita.

Just like a stone statue that could no longer withstand the ravages of time, Setes' tentacles silently cracked, releasing bubbles like sea water.