I'm on the Ark, and I started as a succubus.

"Huff... huff..."

Once again drawing his sword, Chen Huijie activated the Originium Circuit within Crimson Sky using Originium Arts, and once again blocked the flames released by Talulah.

No, that's not fire, but some kind of Originium Arts that forcibly commands objects to activate at high speed, releasing a large amount of energy.

Or perhaps, authority?

"Talulah!"

Chen Huijie drew his sword and roared, "Wake up! Wake up now! Don't let desire overcome your will!"

She still maintains that Talulah was only affected by mental Originium Arts.

Otherwise, her older sister would never have ended up like this.

Absolutely not.

From a very young age, Talulah was the kind of person who was so kind that she almost radiated light. If it weren't for the influence of other things, Talulah would never have become the person she is today.

That purple-pink tattoo!

That mark that exudes an evil aura!

Without that thing, Talulah would never have eyes.

Everything that bastard did before showed that Talulah was unwilling to do that, much less willing to be her enemy. Talulah wanted to acknowledge her and didn't want to be an accomplice to evil.

Everything, everything was just out of necessity.

Talulah gazed at her sister through the rain for a moment, her light gray eyes trembling slightly before slowly closing.

When she opened her light gray eyes, her expression had returned to its usual coldness.

"You talked so much during the fight, have you forgotten all the lessons your swordsmanship teacher taught you?"

Flames erupted around Talulah once more, and in an instant, the rain on the street transformed into scalding hot steam.

"When you're dueling with swords, keep a close eye on your enemy's every move and think about how to defeat them."

boom--

The street, shrouded in scorching hot steam, trembled slightly, and only a faint flash of fire could be seen through the thick fog.

It's somewhat like the fleeting flash of flame from a torpedo exploding in water, but its power and impact are many times greater than a torpedo.

"Distractions will only distort swordsmanship and Originium Arts."

Talulah's voice could be faintly heard through the thick fog.

Chi Xiao fell to the side, and Chen Huijie struggled to move her hand, which was scraped and even blistered from the burns, on the ground, trying to pick Chi Xiao up again.

Snapped.

The delicate, openwork high heels stepped on Chen Huijie's face.

"If your skills are already not very good, and you still get distracted by thinking about other things and keep nagging, you will only get yourself into a dead end."

Talulah stepped on Chen Huijie's face, "After all these years, haven't you changed your seemingly decisive but actually indecisive personality?"

Chen Huijie gasped for breath, gave up on reaching for Chixiao, and lay on the ground with a long sigh.

"Yes, it's always been like this."

A smile suddenly appeared on her face. "Because, I never wanted to become this kind of person in the first place. Back then, um~ back then I thought the cotton candy near the slums was delicious, but that old man Wei Yanwu and Uncle Edward kept preventing us from going near there... cough cough, cough—"

Chen Huijie coughed violently, so violently that his body, which was lying on the ground, trembled violently with spasms.

"Back then, I just wanted to open a roadside stall to sell cotton candy, or like Lin Yuxia, whose family owned a candy store so that I could have an endless supply of candy."

She paused for a moment, her voice becoming weaker, as if she no longer had the strength to speak, or perhaps she was lost in reminiscence.

"As for swordsmanship? There's no need for that~ Talulah will protect me, won't she? It's easy to bribe Talulah, just give the candy that Lin Yuxia gave me to the greedy Talulah."

The rain curtain, shattered by the powerful Originium Arts, gathered again, and the torrential rain fell with a thunderous roar, almost completely transforming Talulah's long silver hair into a channel to guide the water flow.

Talulah stood silently in the rain.

What wonderful memories!

But... she can never go back... Will she ever have a chance to go back?

The body is already immersed in pleasure and cannot extricate itself, the spirit is also willingly degenerating and indulging in it, and even the soul is given happiness by evil and turned into a strange shape.

Does she still have a chance to go back?

She no longer has a chance.

But Chen Huijie also has...

"Ah Jie, if this is all there is to it, then it's over."

Talulah turned her longsword around, seemingly preparing to deliver the final blow to Chen Huijie.

But in an instant, Chen Huijie, who was almost dying, spoke in a weaker and weaker tone, as if she might die at any moment. Suddenly, her red eyes regained their luster and even showed signs of fighting spirit.

As if drawn by some force, Chixiao leaped up from the ground and launched a preemptive attack on Talulah, who was preparing to thrust her sword down, forcing her to parry with her sword held horizontally.

Chixiao circled around the longsword in Talulah's hand, forcing her to take a step back. In that instant, Chen Huijie pushed off the ground and leaped up, gripping the hilt of Chixiao's sword with his right hand.

Crimson Sky Returns to its Sheath?

No, there isn't.

The sword-drawing technique and the little tricks that don't require that aid are gone.

Can sufficient mastery of Originium Arts compensate for flaws in physical combat? No, there are no flaws in physical combat either.

Chixiao slightly withdrew a distance, but this small distance was enough for Chen Huijie to use his 'inch force' technique to bestow upon it a sufficiently strong force.

Crimson pierces straight down, Originium Arts unleashed.

Crimson Sky - Draw Sword

The red light suddenly appeared, and after being blocked by the flames that rose out of thin air, it changed direction accordingly.

Crimson Sky Shadowless

A flash of sword light, and the crimson glow tore through the flames.

255. A new and interesting audience member has arrived.

Bai Chen sighed as he read this.

Deliberately holding back, then making a last-minute breakthrough – a classic trope.

However, given that she is a beautiful girl, it's not surprising that she can do these things.

What he wanted to verify was whether beautiful girls were truly omnipotent—

—Under the condition that he does not intervene.

"Commander, your pretty girl did a great job!"

Bai Chen changed his drink to champagne and said, "Why aren't you applauding or cheering for them? If not, even a 'Bravo' would be fine."

The system is frozen.

Feeling awkward, Bai Chen sat up straight, clapped his hands, and shouted a cheer:

"it is good!"

The sound spread out and, after being reflected by countless mirrors, returned.

In an instant, it was as if countless people were watching a melodramatic TV series with him, laughing and cheering together.

But in the end, all those voices fell back down, and the Twisted Mirror Temple fell into a deathly silence once more.

"Master, if you don't speak up and don't watch the show with me, then it's all meaningless."

Bai Chen stopped clapping, stood there in a daze for a while, then waved his hand at the mirror in front of him that projected Chen Huijie and Talulah, and everything returned to silence.

He stood there in silence for a while, then snapped his fingers.

The mirror in front of him projected every detail of the scene at Longmen.

The once-prosperous moving city has fallen into complete chaos, and no one can reach His believers.

Those simple-minded henchmen who had lost the ability to be happy, and who did everything in order to feel happiness again, were able to leave Lungmen, who had lost their beautiful girl, helpless.

Not to mention the Chernobog soldiers who fought the attack on Lungmen, and who still possessed a strong desire for battle and retained their combat skills and tactics.

The prohibition against eroticism only deprived them of the indifferent pleasure, allowing their strong emotions and grand desire to conquer the world to play an even more magnificent and grand melody.

Without beautiful girls, Lungmen would lose its meaning; without meaning, it would only deserve to exist in another form.

Bai Chen's gaze lingered on Wei Yanwu, the Rat King, and a group of...

He was somewhat hoping they could pull off a miracle, adding a bit of unpredictability to this grand performance and bringing him some surprises.

Then, nothing happened.

Everything unfolded just as the script had foreshadowed: the Lungmen Guard Bureau suffered a complete defeat, and all of Lungmen's mobilizable forces were dragged into the sea by His good believers, becoming new toys in His hands, to be transformed into His new followers in the future.

There were no miracles at all.

Those who remain in Lungmen are not beautiful girls, and if they are not beautiful girls, then naturally there will be no miracles.

On this land filled with beautiful girls, isn't it always the beautiful girls who can create miracles?

Wei Yanwu, the Rat King, and Jie Ding were all killed.

Or rather, [the text appears to be a fragmented and nonsensical string of characters, possibly a corrupted or incomplete sentence. A direct translation is not possible without further context or clarification.]

Those warriors clad in heavy purple patchwork armor had completely vanished, leaving only the traces of their former selves.

The samurai, perhaps realizing they were no longer needed in the battle, were more focused on fighting alongside the enemy.

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Not numb, nor empty.

Bai Chen felt that even without his orders, those Astartes who were called... what the hell were the Sons of Emperors?

Maybe?

He didn't know who these people were. These small fry who weren't pretty girls, no matter how hard they tried, were at most just hardworking small fry. They were mentally disturbed small fry. Did they deserve to be remembered by Him?

However, he did remember that these poor wretches seemed to be Fugen's people? They should be.