OBS Chapter 45 The Silent Chapter: A Smile Sublimated in Black Flames
Chapter 45 The Silent Chapter: A Smile Sublimated in Black Flames
"Ahhh...ahh ...
As Ming's screams from kneeling on the ground subsided, billowing black flames instantly erupted from the sheep's pupil in his left eye on the left side of his body, gradually engulfing him.
Subsequently, his hair began to grow longer as it was enveloped in black flames due to the stimulation of the massive spiritual energy, and ram horns began to grow rapidly on the right side of his head.
A deep, resounding thud echoed through the surroundings, as if the entire space itself trembled. Ming's fist, veins bulging, slammed into the hard ground with boundless rage and power. Instantly, rubble flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the air.
At the same time, his other right arm began to turn red rapidly, as if it were being burned by a blazing flame. The blackness gradually spread, extending from his arm all the way to his shoulder.
Even more shockingly, the mask he was wearing couldn't withstand the sudden, powerful impact. With a crisp cracking sound, the mask instantly shattered into countless fragments, revealing Ming's face that had been hidden behind it.
Salesto, who was watching all this from the sidelines and was about to deliver the final blow to Ming, saw this. His expression gradually turned to surprise, and when he saw Ming's face again, it instantly transformed into even greater anger.
Salestio roared, "So it was you!" He glared at Ming, his expression turning ferocious again. "So that's how it is, you SSS, huh? Saying you were denying my research, looks like you were a guinea pig too! Haha, that's it... I see!"
Saresto seemed to understand instantly and began talking to himself, although most of his guesses were wrong, since the existence of male elves was still not fully proven. As a mad scientist who had spent those years in America, Saresto was completely unaware of this.
Ming slowly raised the half of his face that had been stained by black flames. Then, he stood up little by little. At this moment, Ming's eyes were filled with a beast-like killing intent, which made everyone who saw him feel instinctive fear.
"Ah, ahh ...
Upon seeing Ming, who seemed to be evolving, Sales, though insane, still had a certain level of intelligence. Without hesitation, he leaped forward, sword in hand, ready to strike.
Salestio leaped forward and charged towards Ming, shouting, "Fool, don't think you can beat the invincible me just by changing your appearance!"
However, at that critical moment, Salesto's sharp blade, gleaming with a cold light, was about to mercilessly touch Ming's body.
In the blink of an eye, a massive, surging black flame, like a raging sea, suddenly erupted from Ming's body! This black flame rose rapidly with overwhelming force, instantly forming a towering pillar of fire, radiating heat powerful enough to melt everything in its path.
Then, just as the other half of Ming's face was about to be engulfed by the black flames, his lips moved humbly, "Ah...ah...it's not time to become a beast yet! Let the battle continue, very well...then let's take a gamble!"
Ming shouted, ignoring Salestio who had been thrown back by his own shockwave, and stood up straight. He pointed his charred right hand, which was still in human form, at himself, with his thumb and forefinger forming the shape of a gun.
Just now, the [Divine Might Spirit Armor - Fifth Edition - Subsidiary] that Ming had thrown aside to release the restrictions on spiritual power seemed to be called by that belief, and immediately floated up and rushed towards Ming in the center of the black flames.
Ming stood in the fire, his other left hand, enveloped in black flames, gripping his cane tightly, his fingers also connected to his brain.
He slowly closed his eyes, whispering, "Now, this is the real beginning." He opened a random realm within his mind. Suddenly, his mind quickly became clear, all negative emotions blocked out.
Ming gritted his teeth, recalling what Möbius had said to him before he left.
"Oh dear, my dear Klein, as your mentor, let me tell you some good news before you leave, something I've learned after studying you for over a year!"
“…………” Ming did not respond. Seeing this, Möbius shook his head helplessly and continued:
"Logically speaking, the realm of freedom is a product of magic and your spirit, and your power is strengthened by accumulating negative emotions and pressure. The advantage is that you will become strong enough, but the disadvantage is that you will lose your rationality."
"But... what if we could precisely control the Free Domain within our brains? That would create a strong enough mental barrier to isolate those negative emotions, wouldn't it? Combined with that weird coat you're wearing, it would allow you to reclaim the mental enhancement technique I gave you when you unleash your power, right? It wouldn't get out of control then... Of course, this is just theory~"
"Given the various mental drains and the law of conservation of energy, I don't know whether your arbitrary domain will break through first, or whether the battle will be resolved first~" With that, Möbius pulled his head away, and Ming, listening, slowly turned into ash and scattered in the air.
At this moment, the [Divine Might Spirit Armor - Fifth Grade - Subsidiary] flew over and slowly attached itself to Ming's right shoulder, forming a half-shawl shape. Chains extended from it, binding the other half of Ming's body that was tainted by black flames.
When he opened his eyes again, the two ram eyes that were shining with a crimson light looked at Salestio, who had already gotten up and was glaring at him. Salestio revealed a smile that was even more maniacal than before.
"Then... let's begin this simple act of paying off a debt. You must truly understand the pain those children felt when you tormented them!"
Salesto angrily retorted:
"Ha, a hypocrite like you has no right to judge me! You monster..." But before he could finish his sentence, his expression changed from anger to fear.
Just a second ago, Ming was standing firmly in front of them, but now, as if by a speed beyond common sense, he vanished without a trace! All that remained was the huge crater created by the intense heat.
"Huh?! What..." Salestio, still in shock and unable to react, said in disbelief. He then turned to look at Ming, who had somehow appeared behind him, and the arm he was holding.
Then, because my arm had been forcibly torn, the immense pain finally came belatedly.
"Aaaaah! When my attachment disorder perfectly manifests! You heretical magician, how dare you!"
Ming stared expressionlessly at the screaming Salestio, casually tossing aside the severed arm in his hand. "This is just the beginning; the pain you inflict on the children will go far beyond this."
Salestio, clutching his wound, gritted his teeth and said, "You think you can defeat me like this? My power is far greater than that." With that, a strange purple light emanated from his body, and the surrounding space began to distort.
Ming remained unmoved, simply standing there quietly. In his eyes, Salestio's every move was as slow as a snail climbing a tree.
The purple light emitted by Salestio grew stronger and stronger, transforming the entire space into a massive vortex that continuously compressed towards its center. Ming slightly raised his hand, and an invisible barrier of intense heat appeared before him. This barrier appeared thin, but in reality, it was indestructible.
“Your struggles are futile,” Ming said coldly. The purple light touched it, emitting a piercing screech. Salestio's eyes widened; he increased his strength, but still couldn't break through.
Suddenly, Ming flashed through the distorted space and appeared in front of Salestio. Salestio was terrified and before he could react, Ming's fist struck him heavily in the chest.
In an instant, the surrounding space seemed to freeze. The immense heat energy swept in like a surging wave, slowing everything in its path and making everything feel heavy. The entire room seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible force, making it difficult for even the air to move.
The incredibly sturdy wall began to tremble violently under the impact of this terrifying force. First, it emitted a creaking sound that made your teeth ache, then fine cracks appeared on its surface and spread at a visible speed. Finally, with a muffled roar, the wall collapsed, turning into countless fragments of rock that flew everywhere.
Meanwhile, the glass panel holding the experimental specimen shattered under the weight, breaking into countless tiny fragments. These fragments shot out like bullets, riddling the once tidy room with holes. Furthermore, the floor where the specimen had been placed was instantly vaporized, billowing thick smoke and releasing a pungent odor.
However, amidst this cataclysmic disaster, only Salestio's manifestation device demonstrated a powerful self-protection capability.
A pale blue light suddenly shone, forming a thin film that painstakingly created a safe zone—the Domain of Freedom. Although this Domain of Freedom appeared somewhat fragile in the face of such violent energy, it still successfully protected Salestio, preventing him from being instantly annihilated.
However, even with the protection of the Suiyi Domain, Salestio still suffered a severe blow. His chest felt as if it had been struck by a giant hammer, tearing open a horrifying hole. Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, staining a large patch of ground in front of him. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall behind him.
With a crisp "crack," the hard wall instantly cracked open with countless deep fissures, resembling a spider web covering it.
Salestio slid slowly down the wall, finally collapsing helplessly to the ground. His face was ashen, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment and despair. He coughed up mouthfuls of blood, which pooled on the ground, forming a crimson puddle.
Ming strode forward with heavy steps, one after another. With each step, he seemed to hear the dull thud of the earth beneath his feet, a sound like the low growl of an ancient beast, sending chills down his spine.
He clenched his teeth, a look of pain on his face, his right hand trembling as he reached for his chest. There, embedded in his chest was a demonic weapon called the [Black Flame Demon]. This weapon, usually appearing as a cane, had now undergone a startling transformation.
As Ming grasped the [Black Flame Demon], a powerful force surged from his body. The demon king, which had originally resembled a cane, suddenly began to twist and deform, transforming in the blink of an eye into a long razor. The razor was pitch black, with raging flames burning on it, the flames displaying an eerie black hue, as if capable of devouring all light.
The sharp blade gleamed coldly, like the scythe in the hand of death, exuding a chilling aura. Ming gripped the razor tightly, his body swaying slightly from the immense pressure, yet he resolutely dragged his feet forward slowly.
"Your death knell has sounded," Ming said coldly as he raised his knife.
Salestio forced a weak smile. "I surrender, please spare me." He then slowly raised his blood-stained hands.
Ming snorted coldly, unmoved, still holding the razor, ready to strike. Just then, a cunning glint flashed in Salestio's eyes. He began in a very low voice to identify hidden mechanisms within the base. This was his last resort, his bargaining chip for a counterattack.
“Come out, you beasts!” Salesto shouted.
Suddenly, a deafening roar of machinery filled the air as countless defense robots emerged from hidden corners. Their bodies flashed with a dangerous red light, and they locked onto Minghou, launching an immediate attack.
"Hahaha, these are the important mech infantry I took with me when I left DEM. You didn't think I only had clones, did you?" Salesto said weakly, then commanded, "Kill him!" His voice trailed off.
Beams of laser light shot towards Ming, who quickly swung his razor to defend himself. Black flames formed a barrier, temporarily blocking the attacks.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Salestio struggled to his feet and laughed loudly, "You won't leave here alive today."
Ming's eyes were icy, showing no fear of the situation before him. "You think these pieces of junk can stop me?" He slammed his razor into the ground, and black flames spread along the ground, sweeping towards the robots. Many robots were burned to scrap metal the moment they touched the flames.
However, more robots descended from the sky, surrounding Ming tightly. Ming pondered for a moment, gripping the razor tightly with both hands, emanating an even more powerful aura. But just then, a crisp cracking sound suddenly came from his head, and a series of cracks appeared in the random area of his brain that was originally used to isolate negative emotions.
"Oh no!" Ming said, and the next second, he was crushed and buried by a large number of falling 'beasts'.
Just as Salestio realized that Ming was being firmly pressed down by that heavy object, time seemed to freeze. A long time passed without Ming making the slightest movement or sound. An ominous premonition instantly surged into Salestio's heart, causing his heart to pound rapidly and fine beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.
He stared wide-eyed at the motionless Ming, praying for a miracle. However, as time ticked by, Ming remained unresponsive.
Salestio knew that this place was not a safe place to stay. If he continued to linger, he should escape immediately and move his base.
As he thought this, all the machinery used to suppress Ming was pierced by chains extending from the bottom and dragged violently into the black flames that had just started to burn below.
In the blink of an eye, all the 'beasts' were destroyed, and Ming appeared directly below them. At this moment, he became even more bizarre, with more than a dozen black chains growing from his left back, which was shrouded in black flames.
It seemed to have a life of its own, piercing through the "beasts" and stringing them together, hanging them in the air, just like the Romanian man known as the Impaler.
Ming appeared in the black flames, his long hair reaching his waist due to the stimulation of spiritual power, and an endlessly cruel smile appeared on his originally pale face.
"Hahahaha, isn't this the kind of battle you wanted? Alright! I'll give you what you want this time! Don't run away, come and look me in the eye, hahahahaha!" Ming's maniacal voice echoed in the room.
"Wait! Please, no!" Salesto said as he backed away.
But this time, the moment he finished speaking, a long chain pierced through him.
"Ahhh..." And just like that, this demon who had harmed countless people closed his eyes.
As Ming saw him fall, his long hair gradually transformed into spiritual power, his spiritual attire began to dissipate, the black flames that had been entwining half of his face stopped, his ram horns and the ram's eye disappeared, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"........."