Collapse Iron Live Broadcast Connects All Worlds, Scares Away Wuzhan at the Beginning

Mei sighed helplessly: "Kiana, that's just my counterpart. Besides, that's not my hand."

"That won't do!" Kiana paced back and forth in the lounge like a furry cat. "What's going on with this Black Swan? I noticed just now that this woman's hands have been restless from the beginning, touching Mei all over! Are they very familiar with each other? They've only just met!"

"Tsk tsk..." Bronya glanced at Kiana and pouted, "Kiana, do you know what you look like now? Like a puffed-up pufferfish? Your face is puffed up~"

"W-Way!" Kiana's face flushed instantly. "I just can't stand this Black Swan! She has no sense of boundaries at all! Who would kiss someone else's hand, right? Meiyi?"

The purple-haired girl beside her didn't say anything. Kiana turned around and saw that she was still staring at the two people in the sky, whose seemingly intimate yet distant movements were taking place.

"——Mei, say something!"

"Oh, oh..." Mei finally reacted and coughed lightly, the tips of her ears slightly red: "Yes... there is no sense of boundaries."

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“In this game, everyone lies, but memory doesn’t.”

"The chandelier's light continued to spin, and Black Swan suddenly realized her fingertips were being countered—Yellow Spring's palm had flipped upwards at some point, firmly supporting her wrist."

"The Black Swan raised her eyebrows slightly, but in the next second she was pulled into a powerful spin."

"Breath entwined with breath."

Huang Quan's right hand had already firmly grasped her left shoulder. The force was neither light nor heavy, but with an irresistible determination, pulling the two of them suddenly to a dangerous distance.

“It’s getting better, isn’t it?”

Chapter 359: Eternal Rondo (Part 2)

"As the dance steps twirled, the entire perimeter of the stage seemed to dissolve. Darkness surged past the ankles like a tide, but the moment it touched the ground, it transformed into a myriad of starbursts."

"Wherever the black swan's high heels pass, starlight weaves a scroll of memory. Countless points of light twirl on their toes, sometimes gathering into blurred silhouettes, sometimes dispersing into scattered tracks. Each rotation awakens new fragments, yet crushes the old with each gyration."

“Everyone has a past, and the past shapes the present. Some people can grasp memories, while others are haunted by them and cannot escape.”

"Black Swan's fingertips gave a gentle push, and Yellow Spring began to spin beneath her palm."

"Black Swan admired this scene. She raised her head slightly, and a confident arc appeared at the corner of her lips—"

“So, I took action.”

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Battle of Two Cities.

"Is this woman trying to pry into the memories of an envoy? Interesting..."

In Zaun's underground factory, Hilco was leaning on a leather sofa, watching Black Swan's movements intently, afraid of missing any details about the Star God.

"What will be in the envoy's memory? The blessing of the Star God? The appearance of the Star God? Or... the true meaning of the fate of [Hunting]?" With just a little imagination, he began to feel impatient.

Jinx lazily lolled on a nearby pipe, legs dangling, chewing on candy she'd gotten from nowhere. She glanced at the sky and curled her lips. "Boring...boring! What else could it be? Just some uninteresting stuff, like who they kissed as children, how many people they killed, how they became stronger... We can't use their destiny power, so why bother caring so much?"

Hilko chuckled, his gaze still fixed on the sky. "You're always so impatient, Jinx. Secrets are like the pipes beneath Zaun. They look ordinary on the surface, but who knows what flows inside?"

"If we can learn about other civilizations through her memories, it will be of great help to us."

Hilko picked up the bottle on the table and poured himself a glass of red wine. He sniffed the rich aroma, a look of satisfaction on his face. "More importantly...information. Skymuseum isn't just watching us; those guys in Piltover are definitely watching as well. If they have intelligence on the Emissary and we don't, they might be able to surpass us with the extraordinary power of [Destiny]."

"So what? You talk as if they have a destiny walker."

"Just in case, Jinx... even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, we can't give up." Silko's voice was low and hoarse. "If the Herald's memories truly contain the method to embark on the Fate of the Hunt, I must ensure Zaun mastered it immediately and gave birth to the first batch of Fatewalkers."

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"I want to know, which type is she?"

"Their dance steps traced an elegant trajectory in the void, like two stars pulling each other. The black swan's left hand gently supported Huang Quan's waist, and her right hand interlocked with hers, guiding her to the next turn in the darkness."

"This banquet attracted many people, including the Company, Yiting, the Fool, the Nameless Guest... and... the Annihilation Gang of [Destruction]."

““They were supposed to keep the appointment, but—”

"During the rotation, the black swan suddenly clasped Huang Quan's fingertips."

"Their gazes suddenly met during the dance—the Black Swan's aggressive gaze held a premeditated brilliance, as if attempting to stir up a storm. But Huang Quan's pupils remained calm, like a deep ocean that even a storm could not stir."

"The Duke of Hellfire is dead. He and his descendants will never again attend the feast. Beautiful Ranger, what have you done?"

"Her gaze pierced Huang Quan's eyes like a needle, but was instantly swallowed by the surging blood wave—"

"Charred beams slanted through the ruins, and the dome of the Hellfire Residence collapsed. Countless broken and burning limbs lay scattered across the stairs, each seething, flaming body like unburned incense sticks."

"And at the end of the sea of ​​blood and corpses, Huang Quan slowly turned around."

"Those crimson eyes were staring straight at her."

“Excuse me…are you asking me?”

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OVERLORD.

monster.

Ainz made this judgment when he saw the ranger standing amidst the ashes and ruins.

When the Duke of Hellfire first appeared, Ainz made a rough assessment of the power of the Hellfire Residence.

Considering the record of him, his descendants, and his subordinates in destroying civilizations, and the countless murders they committed in the universe that have not been punished for a long time, it is very likely that he has the ability to destroy the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.

Yet, they died so easily. Ainz didn't even see Yomi suffer any damage... In other words, this was a one-sided massacre from the very beginning.

If skeletons could have expressions, the guardians would probably be able to see a rather bitter smile on the face of their Supreme Lord.

(Sebastian is playing it safe, letting him impersonate the Envoy of the Order of Plenty doesn't mean he'll be exposed...but if this attracts a monster like Huang Quan, wouldn't it be more trouble than it's worth?)

(…But we’re not as ostentatious as the Underworld Lord. We’re only implementing this in certain human nations. Shouldn’t that be a problem?)

After careful consideration, Ainz decided to stick with his original plan.

To say he wasn't afraid at all would be a lie. But Ainz wasn't so timid as to be completely paralyzed by the threat.

“A-Ainz-sama!”

Mare’s voice suddenly echoed from the throne room.

Ainz instinctively looked over at him, only to see Mare timidly pointing his finger toward the sky.

Heaven?

Ainz looked up at the sky, only to see a horrifying sight.

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"The strings suddenly changed pitch, jarringly, as if they had been cut by a sharp knife."

Huang Quan's dance moves suddenly became more violent. Her hand, which had been loosely grasping Black Swan's waist, suddenly tightened, her fingers digging deeply into her skin. Before Black Swan could even scream, Huang Quan tore the black feathers from her body.

"The first, the second... Countless feathers fluttered down in the crimson. Huang Quan's eyes no longer had the previous indifference, only a kind of bestial focus remained."

"In a panic, she tried to break free, but she couldn't, like a moth caught in a spider's web. The more she fluttered her wings, the more the sticky silk threads entangled her limbs."

"—Yellow Spring has already firmly pinned her down in this whirling dance between them."

Chapter 360: Eternal Rondo (Part 3)

"Blood flooded over the eerie bones like a tide, dyeing everything a dark red."

"A cheetah's nimble body chases across the wilderness, its sharp teeth sinking into the taut throat of an antelope. Snow-white rabbit fur mixed with blood splatters beneath the maw of a grizzly bear. A pack of hyenas tears at the belly of a giraffe, their curved horns futilely carving deep marks in the dust."

"These images are constantly superimposed and repeated, gradually fading away, becoming silhouettes of interwoven black and white, and turning into pale lines tangled in the void."

"final."

"All the lines converge and collapse towards the center... forming a singularity that swallows everything—"

"That is something darker than darkness."

"And in the surging sea of ​​blood, countless scarlet arms stretched out from the water, like the dying struggles of a drowned person, frantically trying to grasp..."

"But they have nothing but nothing."

"The black swan stretched out its hand in fear, its slender fingers scratching at the air, as if trying to grasp the last ray of hope for escape."

"But her body was being dismembered and shattered by some invisible force... It turned into drifting feathers, swirling into nothingness, and completely disappeared."

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One Piece.

"Black hole."

Kuzan pushed up his glasses, and the lenses reflected the horrified look on Black Swan's face before she was dismembered.

No one dared to laugh at her, for they were no different from her. When the nothingness that could obliterate everything descended, nothing would remain except a futile struggle.

"This is true... gravity."

Kuzan subconsciously looked at Blackbeard beside him.

Blackbeard, who had only recently doubted Huang Quan's strength, now had a completely frozen expression on his face. His Adam's apple bobbed as if he were about to say something, but only a few dry, hoarse noises came out. His bushy black beard trembled slightly, and his chipped teeth, like the gates of hell—his defining features, now made him look utterly awful.

"What's going on in this woman's head?"

It was unknown how much time had passed before Blackbeard finally squeezed out these slightly trembling words from his throat.

He slumped down on the deck somewhat dejectedly.

The Dark-Dark Fruit possessed the infinite gravitational pull of a black hole, but when he stared into the depths of the underworld, he realized he was the one being firmly sucked in. Not just his body, but his spirit as well… Everything crumbled and annihilated in the black hole, like a rabbit in a grizzly bear's mouth… powerless to resist.

When Sha Jin revealed his identity as Huang Quan's messenger, he was still curious whether the effect of his Dark Dark Fruit could work on a messenger like Huang Quan. Now this guess has an answer.

The black swan was annihilated into a pitch-black feather in the black hole, and everyone was finally freed from this hellish black hole.

“It’s really terrible…”

Xiliu felt his legs completely weaken, and he could only hold on to his swords to maintain a standing posture. The other captains also broke free from their memories, their chests heaving violently, as if they had just experienced a life-and-death battle, and even their breathing was trembling unnaturally.

-

"The last note vibrated and dissipated in the air."

"In the middle of the dance floor, the black swan fell powerlessly into Huang Quan's arms, holding her waist firmly. After the dance, her wet hair stuck to her slightly pale cheeks. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently, greedily taking every breath."

"Yang Quan's eyes remained calm, even a little... doubtful."

“Who are the Extinction Gang?”

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"Ha... She, she doesn't even know about the Extinction Gang?"

Juian's fingers trembled slightly as he pointed at Huang Quan's somewhat dazed eyes in the sky. After experiencing a nightmarish memory, he finally managed to force a smile on his pale face.

"Master...her memory is really bad."

Under the sunlight, the atomic samurai slowly turned his head, with shadows covering most of his face. When he raised his head slightly, the disciples were finally able to catch a glimpse of the expression on his face.

"Teacher, master?"

Iaian's smile froze on his face.

He rarely saw his master with this expression: his pale face covered in cold sweat, the veins on his forehead bulging like two wriggling earthworms. The last time he saw this expression was during the battle between Huanlong and Jingyuan.

"Idiot." Atomic Samurai's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "Will you remember the name of the ant you stepped on?"

The surroundings suddenly became dead silent.

All that remained were the violent heartbeats of a few disciples... and the sounds of their teeth chattering.

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

"What it means is that the Duke of Hellfire... is the ant she stepped on."

"She's probably killed countless powerful figures like the Grand Duke of Hellfire along the way. A powerful figure like him, a force like the Hellfire Mansion—they don't even deserve a name in her memory."

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"I've been eyeing her for a long time, and tonight is the last time I'll invite her. [Sea Ranger]..."