Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 705 The Complete Truth

The edge of the eternally dark sea cliff.

The surging waves relentlessly pounded against the jagged rocks, churning up thousands of dark red, salty foams before retreating in defeat, leaving behind damp traces that carried the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood.

The filthy sky remained gloomy, but the ultimate pressure belonging to the ancient rulers that had enveloped the heavens and earth had dissipated, leaving only the deathly silence of the aftermath and a faint, cold gaze from a higher dimension, from the shattered starry sky.

Tang Zijun stood quietly on the edge of the cliff.

He was wearing that familiar casual clothes stained with dust and unidentified dirt, and his human figure appeared so small against the vast backdrop of the sea and sky.

He relinquished his shattered, dark blue abyss form, concealed his towering giant aura, and transformed back into the seemingly ordinary young man.

However, he stared blankly at the churning, still dark seawater below, his eyes deep, as if piercing through the waves to see something even more eerie and cold.

"This is simply unbelievable." A deep, metallic exclamation sounded from behind.

The red dragon Alex retracted her massive wings and gracefully landed on the rock behind Tang Zijun. Her molten gold vertical pupils scrutinized this human who had just accomplished the feat of slaying a god, yet was now unusually quiet.

Even after transforming back into human form, Alex still couldn't completely reconcile the figure before her with the majestic being who had just controlled the ocean and shattered the starry sky. The immense contrast only intensified the shock she felt.

"You've already been able to control this power, human knight?" Alex's voice carried a hint of probing, disbelief, and a barely perceptible worry.

She carefully chose her words, her massive dragon head slightly protruding forward. "Perhaps I shouldn't say this, after all, you just... uh... won, but this power... that's a source of chaos and blasphemy powerful enough to corrupt even the gods, something even the gods dare not touch. If you feel unwell in any way, even just a slight, negligible discomfort..."

She tried to detect any sign of a backlash from Tang Zijun's calm expression.

However, it seems that her words did not fully reach Tang Zijun's ears.

Tang Zijun continued to gaze at the sea, her eyes somewhat vacant, her brows slightly furrowed, and her fingers unconsciously massaging her temples.

"Hey!" Alex couldn't help but raise her voice a little, her voice carrying the metallic hum unique to dragons. "Are you still listening, human knight, Tang Zijun?"

"Huh?" Tang Zijun suddenly jolted awake, as if she had been pulled out of the deep sea, and turned her head to look at Alex with a blank expression.

He shook his head, as if trying to dispel some discomfort, his voice tinged with weariness and frustration at being interrupted. "I'm listening... but... it's a bit noisy."

"Noise?" Alex's enormous dragon face showed obvious confusion. She listened intently, but apart from the sound of waves and the sporadic sounds of fighting that hadn't completely subsided on the distant river front, there was no unusual noise. "What's that sound? I didn't hear anything."

Tang Zijun rubbed his temples, a complex expression on his face—a mixture of helplessness, curiosity, and a hint of irritation. He pointed to the churning ocean below, then seemed unable to explain it further, ultimately simply waving his hand. "It's...the sound of the sea, something...praying to me? Or...ah...never mind, it doesn't matter."

He took a deep breath of the salty sea air, as if trying to clear his head, then looked at Alex again. His eyes regained some focus, but the lingering weariness, as if burdened by too much information, was still clearly visible. "What did you just say?"

Alex's molten gold vertical pupils stared intently at Tang Zijun, especially at his rubbing of his temples and the words "The voice from the sea prayed to me." The red dragon's heart felt as if it were being gripped by a cold dragon claw.

The sound from the sea—is it a prayer to him?

This is no longer as simple as "controlling power".

Tang Zijun not only mastered that terrifying power...

He...he seems...

Currently...passively...inheriting...the source of pollution left behind by the sleeping lord of the deep sea...

The phrase "a bit noisy" sent shivers down Alex's spine. It showed just how vast and chaotic the flow of prayer messages from the spirits of the ocean was. Even a god would need time to adapt and sort it out. And Tang Zijun... he should essentially be a human... right?

Can his soul withstand such a powerful impact from faith?

Not to mention that the core of that power is chaos and blasphemy. In the prayers of the ocean, are there also the wails and madness of the areas polluted by evil gods?

Alex noticed the lingering weariness and irritability on Tang Zijun's face, and her massive dragon wings twitched slightly in unease.

"I said..." Alex's voice lowered, carrying an unprecedented gravity, her molten gold pupils staring directly into Tang Zijun's eyes. "Are you really... alright? Those 'voices'... are they... affecting you?"

She ultimately did not directly reveal her suspicions, but her concern was evident.

Tang Zijun saw the deep worry in Alex's molten gold vertical pupils; that worry was as tangible as a physical weight pressing down on his senses.

He turned his head, his gaze returning to the still dark and turbulent ocean below, his voice calm.

"I know what you're worried about, Alex." Tang Zijun raised her hand, her fingertips unconsciously tapping her temples, as if she were untangling an invisible ball of yarn. "I'm untangling... those sounds," she said, "they don't just come from the seawater, they come from... pollution."

Tang Zijun paused, seemingly searching for a more accurate description.

"The Lord who sleeps in the deep sea... He is not merely a monster, but more like a... living source of pollution, a distorted network of consciousness covering the ocean." His will, his chaos, has permeated countless corners of the ocean. Those deeply distorted beings—deepsea dwellers, mutated fish-men, even some ancient beings of the deep sea—their thoughts and perceptions have been forcibly connected to this network, becoming extensions of His existence.

Tang Zijun frowned again, revealing a complex expression that mixed with annoyance and a sense of control.

"Now, he's been killed by me, or rather... his portion of network control... has been forcibly stripped away and transferred to me." Tang Zijun lightly tapped her forehead with her fingers. "And so, every meaningless flash of these contaminated nodes... every chaotic thought, every instinct born of deep-sea fear from the neurons in those contaminated entities... is like millions of flies buzzing in my ear at the same time, transforming into a torrent of information, projected directly onto me."

"It's too noisy, believe me, it's like a mental tsunami, but..." His lips twitched slightly upwards, tinged with weariness. "Fortunately, I've now probably... learned how to 'install a firewall' on this noise, filtering out most of the meaningless clutter and only keeping... well, the more critical system alarms."

Alex's massive dragon head tilted slightly, her molten gold pupils filled with confusion. Neurons, networks, nodes, firewalls... these terms were like gibberish to this ancient creature who lived in a world of magic and dragon language.

She tried hard to understand the core of Tang Zijun's words and captured key points such as pollution, transfer of control, and consciousness networks.

The giant longan suddenly opened wide, and she gasped, creating a small gust of scorching air.

"So, so now you... have become the new Great Old One they worship?!"

Her voice was filled with disbelief and horror, as if she were stating the most blasphemous and terrifying fact: Tang Zijun, this human knight, had actually replaced the Lord of the Deep Sea in the twisted spiritual network of life.

Tang Zijun turned his head and looked at Alex's expression, which was a mixture of fear and confusion. He couldn't help but chuckle. He shrugged and spoke with a deliberately relaxed tone.

"I'd prefer you call me Wolf Rider," Alex, or... Tang Zijun, that's fine too. The title "Old One" sounds too... ominous, and full of misunderstandings.

Then, Tang Zijun's expression turned serious again.

"However, you're right about a key point. The power of the Great Old Ones is indeed very peculiar. It's completely different from the divine power I previously understood, or the 'magic' used by magical girls."

Tang Zijun raised her hand, and a faint, almost imperceptible stream of light, a mixture of dark blue and crimson, seemed to flash across her fingertips. It was not an energy fluctuation, but rather a ripple of a certain pattern.

"This is not divine power based on faith, nor is it magic that manipulates elements or arcane energy." His voice was deep and clear, as if revealing a cosmic mystery. "It is a power at the level of rules, acting directly on the underlying structure of the mind."

"Its effects are not explosions, not freezing, not healing, but distortion, assimilation, pollution, and domination. It is like an invisible radiation, a coercive mental meme, that indiscriminately affects all living beings with mental activity."

Tang Zijun's gaze unconsciously swept over the wolf rider belt at her waist again, its cold metal surface seemingly silently proclaiming its merits as a "container of pollution".

"This force will forcibly tune the mental frequency of those who come into contact with it to a state of resonance. Ultimately, they will either go mad or be assimilated, becoming part of this distorted network of rules."

As Alex listened to Tang Zijun's analysis, her massive body involuntarily tensed up.

She understood the terrifying nature of that power—it didn't destroy the body, but directly altered the original code of the soul. The red dragon's face revealed an unprecedented, extremely serious, even horrified expression, and its huge dragon claws subconsciously gripped the rocks beneath its feet.

"Therefore, Tang Zijun, you absolutely cannot use this power frequently. It's too dangerous, not just for you, but for... for all life within the range of your power's radiation..."

Looking at Alex's tense expression, Tang Zijun sighed deeply and helplessly. He rubbed his temples again, as if the invisible mental noise, even though it had been mostly blocked out, still left him exhausted.

"Of course I wouldn't do that, Alex."

"I don't want to wake up one day..." Tang Zijun paused, her gaze sweeping across the vast but ravaged world, her tone becoming unusually serious. "...to find that half the world's life has become my fanatical followers, their minds filled only with twisted praises of my beautiful 'armor,' or worse, plotting even more insane sacrificial rituals to please this 'new god.'"

He forced a somewhat stiff smile.

"In that case, I, the Wolf Rider," would truly become the most unpopular new god in history, and to be honest, Tang Zijun looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "I'm not even sure if this world can withstand further destruction."

After completely usurping the power of the Lord of the Deep Sea, Tang Zijun realized for the first time some of the truths about the Old Ones.

These Great Old Ones were born from chaos. If it weren't for the negative energy of the gods and dream dwellers, they probably would never have awakened, much less transformed from the formless into tangible monsters. But it is precisely because they were born from chaos that their existence cannot be comprehended by human thinking.

The simplest example is that their size is even immeasurable. Take the Lord of the Deep Sea as an example: any water polluted by it can become an extension of its body. Tang Zijun could even use this power to create a planet. It is conceivable that the true form of the Lord of the Deep Sea is far larger than a planet.

In fact, not only the Lord of the Deep Sea, but also every sealed Great Old One, including the Pleasure Creatures, are far larger than planets, even larger than the Dream World.

The gods' seal, though called a seal, is actually just a way to confine them outside the dream world, plugging the gaps to prevent them from threatening it.

This is probably why the gods created the dream world. Tang Zijun couldn't imagine what would happen if an existence of this scale entered the real world.

On the cliff, the man and the dragon fell into a brief silence.

Only the waves relentlessly crashed against the rocks, producing hollow echoes.

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