Soul Trigger

Chapter 708 Completely Out of Control
"You heard our conversation..."

A flash of red light appeared in the center of the cold visor, and Veltin tensed instantly, but Ji Li gently twisted the hilt, and the lightsaber retracted:
“I’ve seen your file, kid. It’s already quite an achievement for someone like you to have grown to this point. There’s no need for you to die here.”

Virtin was taken aback; he clearly hadn't expected the Dead Apostle opposite him to say such a thing, but the next moment his brows furrowed:

"...What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You are not a member of the Ludwig family. You don't need to risk your life to protect the Ludwig family's property. Leave. There is a catastrophe outside that needs someone like you..."

"Shut up! Do you know what you're doing?!"

"Of course I know, I'm here to get my things back and take my friends away."

"There's nothing of yours here!"

"Of course I have it. The remains of the gods are mine, and I've come to reclaim them."

"?!"

In the instant Virtin was stunned, Ji Li's figure had already exploded.

The colors and particles that make up the visual perception are distorted by gravity, becoming mere accompaniments to the extreme speed of light.

But in the next instant, a crimson lightsaber filled Virtin's vision:
"Completed!!!"

The lightsaber shattered inch by inch in the air, transforming into a chaotic flow of spiritual energy that was reconstructed.

But then came the sound of machinery bouncing, contracting, and expanding in succession. The "madman" transformed into a pitch-black technological shotgun, its barrel resembling the muzzle of a warship, aimed directly at his soul.

A sudden chill ran down Wilting's spine; a trigger in his soul shook his body and soul—

I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

Under that suffocating, crushing spiritual pressure, he broke free from the heavy burden, his golden hair flying wildly as he let out a heart-wrenching roar:

Command Spell: Reassemble!!!

In an instant, a beam of white light pierced through the space, shattering all spiritual matter into particles that began to recombine, except for Ji Li and the madman in his hand.

His figure flickered, as if he were about to be pulled from reality and shattered by the white light.

Veltin seized this fleeting opportunity, his golden light transforming into white flames that ignited. The particles shattered in all directions, carrying with them all the emotions floating in the air, coalesced into a supreme spiritual substance, and the white greatsword slashed down at the formidable enemy before him—

boom! ! ! !

In that instant of slowed motion, Virtue's eyes shattered like glass.

That wasn't the roar of a greatsword striking, nor the sound of air and spiritual matter being torn apart, but rather the roar of the "madman."

The spiritual essence is filtered, combined with the imprint of desire, and transformed into a dense jet of gravitational beams formed by cognition.

The dark purple barrage distorted light and matter, shattering and annihilating the countless spiritual substances in a cone shape.

It shattered the greatsword, pulverized the colors, and erupted in a dense burst at the end of that gaze that was fixed upon it—

Broken white ring.

The matter and spiritual energy were completely torn apart by the barrage, as if a three-dimensional rift had been ripped open in space, shattering the broken white ring along with it.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Wilting. Under the gravitational turbulence of the explosion, the blood instantly turned into a deadly jet of blood upon contact with the air, darting around like a small meteorite belt in cosmic radiation, piercing through his knee and causing him to suddenly kneel on the ground.

His pupils contracted, his gaze blank as he stared at everything around him that had been reconstructed by the curse, shattering on the ground like marbles, creating an eerie void of despair within the vault.

With trembling legs, Virtin looked at the raised muzzle of the gun and, before the trigger was pulled, suddenly raised his hand.

Ji Li stopped moving immediately.

A small, deep blue Rubik's Cube shone brightly, hovering in Virtin's palm, blocking Ji Li's gun barrel—

A-017, Heart-Pounding Rubik's Cube.

Veltin coughed up a mouthful of blood with difficulty. At this moment, the Knight's Oath that enveloped his Trinity Spirit Core was covered with cracks, as if it would collapse at any moment.

He let out bursts of bitter laughter:
"I never expected that they wouldn't even be a match for me, even though I was fully prepared... But thankfully, my preparations were extremely thorough..."

The Panic Cube was radiating a power of spacetime; each cube trembled, as if it were about to collapse.

"You know its power, right? Although I can't fully activate it with my own strength... but if I were to use my life to activate it, it wouldn't be a problem..."

Wilting coughed incessantly, and the azure light of the Rubik's Cube was already spreading and cracking across his wrist.

"No matter who you are, you won't find the remains of the god. It's hidden in the most secret place here, and even I don't know where it is."

Choose, Dead Apostle.

"Would you rather be trapped with me in this eternally chaotic prison of time and space... or give up your unattainable desires, so that you can at least escape unscathed and leave this place safely?"

He stared intently at Ji Li, at the cold mask, and at the crimson light on it gradually turning azure.

He knew he had made the right bet—

"Ah."

The snickering sound jolted him awake, and his heartstrings tightened instantly.

Then a crisp noise reached my ears—the sound of a trigger being pulled.

"The last person to threaten Odin in his past life is probably still swimming in a black hole right now."

The madman roared. Gravity collapsed, and the Rubik's Cube unfolded.

The two violent energies collided with a deafening roar.

To Virtin's astonishment, the Rubik's Cube shattered, its fragments scattering in all directions—

"Do not!!!!"

A temporal turbulence erupted in an instant, engulfing everything and sweeping through the entire Saint Martin vault.

Clementine, who was approaching Ji Li, sensed the surging, violent spiritual energy and instantly stopped in her tracks:
"what?!"

Upon seeing that azure spiritual energy, she was so frightened that her face paled, and she could only turn around and frantically flee through the wall.

But the azure spiritual energy spread much faster than she could, and seeing no way to avoid it, Clementine frantically glanced around and happened to see a large machine in the room she was currently passing through:
C-914, universal converter.

Without a second thought, she could only crawl inside the converter in an attempt to find shelter.

The next moment, the azure spatial energy completely engulfed it.

In the completely sealed-off Area A, the rampant black ice has turned the laboratory into an ice cave, and Che Li is fighting and retreating.

Opposite her were raging flames, and the bald man, his body corroded by chaotic shadows, gradually grew dragon scales and opened his sharp claws:

"Black Saintess, you have nowhere to escape..."

Che Li silently drained the Well of Souls, then unleashed a burst of icy flames from her hand. The instant the two clashed, a surge of azure energy flowed forth—

"Space-Time Spiritual Material?!"

The two were instantly engulfed.

……

Outside, the large-scale demonstration came to a halt.

"what is that?"

In the heart of the city, a crimson hue is undulating and expanding, shifting dimensions, and pouring towards the entire city.

A surge of spiritual energy erupted, and the Royal Guard, clad in soul-based armor, marched wildly:

"Supreme wartime alert! Issue a notice to the entire territory!!!"

"A major disaster is about to occur. All residents of Birmingham are requested to proceed to the city's air-raid shelters. Repeat, a major disaster is about to occur. All residents of Birmingham are requested to proceed to the city's air-raid shelters!"

"Do not panic. Please cooperate with local support forces and proceed in an orderly manner to the air-raid shelters in various areas for emergency shelter."

The army is on its way, and Birmingham will spare no effort to protect the safety of its citizens…

Crimson cracks cleaved the earth, and the shadow of the Dead Apostle soared into the sky, transforming into a crimson form. A massive, blood-red eye ripped through the heavens, gazing down upon the entire city.

“Bertrand Ludwig…your city, the Tower of Babel has been taken.”

A burst of red light erupted, and billions of cries of anguish surged forth, instantly overlapping the phantom of the inner world onto the city before them.

Golden light burst forth, shooting into the sky like a sharp arrow, as the burly man in the divine robe reached out and grabbed at the heavens:
"Blinded Knight...you're asking for death!"

……

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Misha woke up from her coma, cursing and shaking her head, but she was instantly stunned by the scene before her.

Instead of the familiar glass cell, I found myself in a somewhat unfamiliar space.

"what happened……"

Her thoughts returned to the state before she lost consciousness, recalling the spiritual energy that had affected her:
"Spatial properties... I was affected by that spiritual energy and successfully escaped from the cell?"

While overjoyed, Jin Misha looked around and called out to her fellow inmates who were communicating through the wall:
"Guys, you guys came out too?"

No reply.

"White Rabbit?"

She didn't hear Bai Misha's voice in her mind either, and she immediately sensed something was wrong. She searched the warehouse-like space and finally confirmed her current location:

B-276, a containment chamber for a mortis, but no mortis was found.

"Was it the spatial spiritual energy that disrupted space earlier, randomly teleporting me to this containment chamber, while the sustenance here was also teleported to another location?"

Misa tried to analyze the reason, but after turning around a load-bearing pillar, she suddenly stopped.

The chaotic shadows bubbled like swamp water, and a half-rotten, pitch-black figure stood within them.

Its body was mangled, as if it had been bombarded by a dense hail of bullets, extremely weak, yet exuding an aura of extreme danger—

A-106, the Black old man.

A white rabbit lay unconscious nearby, while opposite the old black man were countless others who were also unconscious. It was absorbing their shadows one by one, mending itself.

At the same time, it muttered to itself:

“Dead Apostle…Odin…Dead Apostle…O…Din…”

Jin Misha's pupils contracted instantly.

(End of this chapter)