Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 701 Miracle of the Divided Sea!

"Well done! That's it!!"

Qin Nan excitedly clenched his fist, and the Wings of Magic trembled slightly with excitement.

She witnessed Tang Zijun's towering, scarlet figure forcibly drawing the dark red energy torrent—a symbol of the source of pleasure and undulating existence—from the flesh cocoon at the front lines of the river basin, into her body like a whale sucking in water.

She watched as the enormous cocoon of flesh shriveled, withered, and collapsed instantly, like a punctured balloon; the terrifying entity that was conceived within it had perished before it was even born.

She saw that Tang Zijun's black armor, which resembled dark matter in the universe and had formed after absorbing the energy of the Lord of the Deep Sea, was instantly covered by an even more ferocious, writhing, and growing scarlet biological armor. The pressure emanating from it even briefly overwhelmed the Lord of the Deep Sea, who was roaring in pain.

In her view, this was absolutely perfect. Tang Zijun not only withstood the attack of the Lord of the Deep Sea, but also used his own methods against him, seizing the power of another evil god for her own use.

This undoubtedly greatly increases the chances of winning the battle against the sleeping lord of the deep sea.

"Great! That's it! Use their power to kill him!" Qin Nan couldn't help but shout at the crimson figure on the southern horizon, his face beaming with the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

However, the instant her words fell—

"No...we can't do that!!"

A cold, urgent voice, even carrying a rare hint of surprise and anger, pierced Qin Nan's eardrums like an ice pick.

It's Scáthach.

Qin Nan turned his head in astonishment, only to see that the Shadow Kingdom Queen, who had always been as calm and composed as an iceberg, now had a layer of ashen face, and her purple eyes, frozen for millennia, were fixed on Tang Zijun, who was fusing the negative energy of the two gods.

The increasingly ferocious and terrifying figure was filled with an unprecedented solemnity and a very subtle sense of apprehension.

"Why not?"

Qin Nan's joy was instantly dampened. Looking at Scáthach's unpleasant expression, a strong sense of unease gripped her heart.

"Tang Zijun, isn't he using the enemy's power to fight the enemy? Look, that flesh cocoon has been destroyed, and he's stronger now. Isn't that a good thing?"

"Good news?" Scáthach turned to look at Qin Nan, her voice low and urgent, each word carrying a heavy weight. "You have no idea what he's doing, or what he's absorbing."

"He's absorbing..." Scáthach's gaze returned to Tang Zijun, her tone as cold as ice. "...the negative energy of the gods!"

"The negative energy of the gods?" Qin Nan was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"The Great Old Ones, these so-called creations of chaos." Scáthach's voice carried a chilling insight. "They were not born from nothing. Their power is the ultimate evil formed from the resentment, madness, and corrupt remnants of the 'Primordial Gods'—those who failed, twisted, banished, or willingly fallen—in the chaos before order was established at the beginning of the universe."

She pointed to the sleeping lord of the deep sea, who was roaring in agony, and then to the withered and collapsing cocoon of flesh.

"The essence of their power is the purest, most corrupted, and most distorted divine poison," a cosmic-level energy that even the true, most powerful gods of the Void Realm would avoid and dare not easily taint.

Scáthach's gaze was like the sharpest knife, piercing Qin Nan.

"You think he's using power? No! He's actively embracing the abyss!"

"This level of negative energy is simply beyond the capacity of mortals, and even ordinary deities, to withstand or control. It pollutes everything, distorts everything, and annihilates all traces of 'order' and 'self'!"

"If this continues, the sleeping master of the deep sea won't need to intervene..."

"Tang Zijun..."

"His entire being—his body, his soul, the self upon which he exists—will be utterly corrupted, utterly assimilated, utterly...annihilated by these two conflicting yet equally extreme negative energies!"

"The rationality that belongs to 'Tang Zijun' will be utterly extinguished like a candle flickering in the wind."

"What will ultimately remain is a new, more insane, and more indescribable embryo of evil god, formed by the twisted fusion of the void chaos of the sleeping lord of the deep sea and the flesh and blood of the pleasure-creeping creature!"

boom!

Scáthach's words struck Qin Nan's heart like the cruelest hammer blow.

The ecstatic smile on her face froze completely, like a faded oil painting.

A bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She turned her head sharply, her eyes filled with unprecedented terror, staring intently at the crimson figure on the southern horizon that was fusing with the power of the evil god.

Tang Zijun's enormous body, covered in writhing scarlet armor, grew even larger and more twisted after absorbing the energy of the pleasurable creature. The scarlet bio-armor multiplied and hardened wildly as if it were alive, and the bone spurs protruding from the joints became even more ferocious and sharp. Dark red mucus flowed through the gaps in the armor as if it were alive. The two giant flesh-and-blood blades at the ends of his arms, made of proliferating bone spurs and negative energy, exuded a bloodthirsty and chaotic aura that made one's soul tremble.

Even more terrifying is...

The light burning in the eye of his helmet, which was originally a dark gold vortex with an eerie red glow, was now rapidly dimming and shrinking, replacing it with a mad, bloodthirsty, and blasphemous crimson evil light, filled with blasphemous pleasure and destructive desires, which quickly occupied his entire field of vision like a wildfire.

A series of hoarse laughs, a mixture of pain and indescribable sounds, echoed like the deepest parts of hell, piercing the filthy air and faintly reverberating between heaven and earth.

This laughter no longer belongs to the calm and decisive Tang Zijun.

It is like a new demon being born, eager to drag all things into an abyss of eternal pain and pleasure!

"No... Tang Zijun... no... stop now!!" Qin Nan cried out in anguish.

Her voice was filled with despair and fear. She finally understood Scáthach's warning and realized how terrifying Tang Zijun's actions were, a self-destructive abyss!

However, her cries were like stones thrown into a raging storm, instantly swallowed up by the two cosmic torrents of negative energy clashing and merging within Tang Zijun's body.

The crimson knight of calamity stands beneath the filthy sky.

A writhing, scarlet biological armor covered its entire body, constantly growing and hardening like a living tumor. Bone spurs protruding from its joints were as grotesque as hellish thorns, and dark red mucus flowed like living things between the gaps in its armor and stomach. The fleshy giant blades at the ends of its arms dripped with filthy energy, emanating a chaotic and blasphemous aura that made one's soul tremble.

Behind her shoulder, the phantom of the Tree of Life, which should have symbolized life and order, had now been completely transformed into a pulsating forest of blood, composed of twisted blood vessels and swollen tumors. The branches and leaves of the forest danced wildly like billions of bloodthirsty tentacles, while the roots burrowed deep into Tang Zijun's body, greedily absorbing negative energy.

The dark golden light that once represented humanity and will on the eyes of his enormous helmet had almost completely died out, leaving only two points of mad, violent, and destructive crimson evil light, like two hellish moons sinking into a sea of ​​blood.

The vast, writhing continent of the sleeping lord of the deep sea, the cold indifference in the chaotic giant eye, showed a rare and irrational pause at this moment.

He seemed to be observing.

Observing this tiny being, which is being eroded by both power and the power of something that originally belonged to pleasure and crawling, heading towards ultimate mutation and self-destruction.

In His consciousness, which transcends mortal comprehension, this crimson behemoth, born of chaos and destruction, may... become... a new, interesting... kindred spirit in His chaotic universe.

It even slowed down its energy strangulation of Tang Zijun, and the countless wildly dancing chaotic tentacles paused slightly, like a venomous snake waiting for its fruit to ripen.

The entire filthy world seemed to fall into a brief, suffocating stillness.

Only the two cosmic-level negative energies within Tang Zijun's body, tearing and merging together, emitted a roar like the collapse of stars.

Qin Nan's heart almost stopped, tears blurred her vision, and terror gripped her throat like a cold, giant hand. Scáthach's scarlet eyes grew even colder, and her fists clenched tightly.

In that critical moment, when even time seemed to freeze.

A clear, distinct voice, with a very strong local accent and even a touch of roguishness—

"What are you looking at?"

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, it exploded without warning.

This sound was neither a roar nor a howl, and contained no trace of inhuman chaos or blasphemy.

It is filled with a very down-to-earth sense of dissatisfaction and questioning, imbued with strong personal emotions.

Like two young people on the street who have taken a liking to each other and are about to fight, this is the most direct response of one to the other's provocative gaze.

boom--!

The effect of this statement is comparable to pouring a ladle of ice water into a pot of boiling oil.

The slumbering Lord of the Deep Sea's slowly rotating, chaotic giant eye paused noticeably for a moment. The gray-white eyelids covering the continent even trembled slightly, and the vast, boundless, writhing continent stiffened for an instant.

For the first time, His will conveyed with unparalleled clarity a kind of bewilderment that was incomprehensible and inexplicable.

Why?

This being is about to be completely corrupted, assimilated, and transformed into a new evil by the negative energy of the villains.

Why can it still...talk?

How could someone utter such a statement—utterly devoid of divinity, logic, and even somewhat vulgar—in human language?

Why hasn't that last fragment of humanity, the "self," belonging to "Tang Zijun" been completely annihilated yet?!

He had no time to think!

Because the moment that "What are you looking at?" was uttered, *buzz*!

The trident of Poseidon, which Tang Zijun was holding tightly, suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented, sacred golden light that pierced the sky!

The golden light, like a wildfire, instantly ignited the depths of Tang Zijun's pupils, which were about to be completely devoured by crimson. The two points of frenzied, blood-red evil light were forcibly forced back and suppressed, as if melting snow.

The dark golden flame of Tang Zijun's will, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, roared back to life.

"You dare look at me?!"

This time, the roar was no longer a chaotic shriek, but Tang Zijun's familiar howl, filled with absolute fighting spirit and rage.

With this roar, Tang Zijun's huge right hand, covered in writhing scarlet armor, suddenly rose up.

The golden trident that stood tall instantly emanated a pure, liquid golden light, and the three tips at the top of the halberd shone with divine brilliance.

This time, the trident no longer relies solely on Poseidon's divine power.

The chaotic and proliferating negative energy of the evil god within Tang Zijun's body, which had been forcibly plundered, suppressed, and now forcibly controlled by him, surged into the golden trident like a torrent.

The sacred golden light, the filthy dark red, and the chaotic pitch black—three opposing and conflicting forces—forced together at the core of the divine halberd in an extremely unstable yet incredibly violent manner.

The golden trident emitted a shrill cry as if it were about to collapse under the strain. The trident trembled violently, and golden divine patterns, dark red blasphemous runes, and pitch-black chaotic engravings intertwined wildly.

Tang Zijun's enormous pupils, burning with rekindled golden flames, were fixed on the writhing continent below, which was momentarily stunned by the shock, and on the chaotic giant eye that still carried a trace of confusion. He poured all his power into this desperate strike!

"Die!!"

Accompanied by this battle roar that ripped through the sky!

Tang Zijun, the giant covered in scarlet living armor, like Pangu who created the world, gripped the heaven-supporting divine halberd that carried the triple world-destroying power of holiness, chaos and proliferation in both hands, and smashed it down on the huge body of the sleeping lord of the deep sea in the most primitive, violent and unreasonable way!

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Words cannot describe the impact of that moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

Light and darkness were shattered.

A golden, sacred torrent; a crimson, proliferating frenzy; a pitch-black, chaotic storm...

Three destructive forces, guided by the golden trident, slammed into the core of the sleeping lord of the deep sea!

laugh-!!!!

Like a red-hot iron pressed into an ancient ice field! Like holy light poured into a filthy swamp!

The filthy continent, composed of writhing flesh and twisted rock layers, emitted a mournful cry of extreme purification and destruction the moment it was struck. Vast swathes of land vaporized and annihilated instantly, like snowflakes thrown into a furnace. The dark red veins were forcibly torn apart and burned, and the core chaotic origin that constituted existence violently trembled and collapsed!

An even more terrifying scene unfolds below!

That turbulent, filthy sea of ​​blood, completely solidified by the oppressive power of the evil god.

Under the terrifying aftershocks of these three world-destroying forces.

It was as if they had been forcibly struck by an invisible blade of creation.

It was split open from the middle!

brush-!!

A trench tens of kilometers wide and bottomless, made of pure destructive energy, instantly pierced through the entire ocean!

On both sides, towering cliffs of seawater, like solidified crystal walls, were forcibly parted, revealing the abyss below, a seabed filled with jagged rocks and ancient shipwrecks that had never seen the light of day!

Divide the sea!

A true miracle, the seas parted!

Awooooo!!

The Lord of the Deep Sea let out an unprecedented scream filled with extreme pain, rage, and a hint of unbelievable fear. His massive continental body, struck by this blow, collapsed and disintegrated like a clay sculpture hit by a giant hammer.