Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

But this isn't the feeling of spring.

Where these plants go, steel begins to corrode.

The iron fence was covered with dark red rust.

The roadside gas lamp posts were entangled in vines, twisted and deformed.

Cracks spread like a spider web across the factory chimneys in the distance, bricks and stones crumbled, revealing the rusted iron frames inside.

Plant spores drifted in the air like a sky full of golden dust.

They fell onto the rails, and the rails began to bend.

They fell onto the steam engine, and the engine's piston got stuck.

They fall on everything that humans have built with steel and machines!

Then it devours these things little by little.

Zhang Yang stared blankly at all of this.

This is not martial arts.

This is definitely not martial arts.

You're telling me this is martial arts fiction?

Which martial arts world has characters who fly up to the sky and speak?

Which martial arts world character could make an entire city grow plants that eat steel?

Before he could finish thinking, he suddenly heard a loud laugh.

"Hahaha!"

The Marquis stood at the bar entrance, laughing excitedly: "Interesting! It seems you can't wait to tear down my secluded retreat. Well then, there's no need to wait until tomorrow!"

Splash!

One second it was the twilight of dusk and thick yellow fog, the next second dark clouds surged in from all directions.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had gathered all the clouds in the world together and then slammed them down onto the London sky.

Zhang Yang looked up and saw the sky darken at a visible speed.

call--

A fierce wind howled in.

Zhang Yang almost instinctively grabbed a railing next to him, and then he heard a "sizzle" as he scraped off a layer of rust from the railing with his fingers.

Splash!

The rain lashed down, as if someone had overturned a lake in the sky. The icy rain, accompanied by a fierce wind, pelted the ground.

Marquis Voban took flight, riding an upward current as if on the wind, soaring straight into the sky towards the cult leader.

Zhang Yang stood on the ground, being blown about by the strong wind, clinging tightly to the railing, almost being swept away by the wind.

My hair was soaked by the rain and clung to my face; my clothes were being torn by the wind and were making a rustling sound; rainwater was seeping down my neck and into my collar, chilling me to the bone.

He could only squint as he watched the two figures in the sky getting closer and closer.

All around were thunder and lightning and torrential rain, as well as plants that were still growing wildly.

This storm didn't just affect London.

"First published on 705u.com - Book Club"

If someone were standing in space right now and looking down, they would see the entire European continent, from the west coast to the Ural Mountains, completely covered by a layer of dark clouds.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the clouds, and torrential rain poured down.

Dense green vegetation is growing wildly beneath the clouds, rampantly growing within the steel. Its spores are scattered by the wind, and it uses its roots to corrode the steel.

The railway tracks that once covered the land have disappeared, leaving only rows of tall trees.

The magnificent ships in the harbor have disappeared, leaving only patches of seaweed.

The workers, who were working, felt bewildered as they watched the assembly line suddenly disappear.

The people on Earth were unaware that this was a war!

The cult leader uses the forest as his army!

The marquis died in a torrential downpour!

Zhang Yang was unaware of any of this. He gripped the wall with one hand and shielded his eyes with the other, barely managing to steady himself with all his might.

The storm pounded on my face, making it almost impossible to open my eyes.

All I could hear were the sounds of wind, rain, and thunder.

Lightning continued to strike in the distant sky, illuminating two figures that were vaguely intertwined in the clouds.

He couldn't see what was happening at all.

All one could see was the interplay of light and shadow, and hear a thunderous roar.

On the ground, rubble flew everywhere, buildings collapsed, and vines spread wildly, entwining the fallen walls.

The whole of London looked like a painting being torn apart.

What kind of hellish place is World Three?!

What a terrible place this is!

Or you could just let me go back to World One. I'd rather try my luck...

"—Daughter of the goddess with beautiful hair, please open the gates of Mother Earth's palace—"

A chant began, and Zhang Yang felt he couldn't understand it, but he actually knew the meaning of the words.

What is it?

Zhang Yang didn't have time to think. He only felt the wind blowing on him disappear. He stood on the ground in a daze, with snowflakes swirling around him.

Aisha stood beside him, her hands clasped in prayer, radiating an indescribable aura.

Winter is coming...

Zhang Yang suddenly thought of it.

Chapter Twenty-Four: You Have Divine Power

The heavy snow fell on the ruins, making it as quiet as another world.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but scrutinize the girl in front of him. At this moment, she gave off a similar feeling to the cult leader and the marquis: "What... exactly is going on with you?"

Aisha stood before him, still smiling brightly: "Well, I actually obtained this power about nine months ago."

Zhang Yang looked up: "What?"

“When I traveled to Greece, I met Persephone by chance. I received this divine power from her, which can heal people’s spring power and also turn into winter power.”

"Who?"

Persephone.

Zhang Yang was still somewhat bewildered.

He couldn't understand the names of these foreigners at all.

Aisha continued on her own: "After that incident, I started traveling around. Later, I got into some trouble on the Maritime Silk Road and was eventually taken to Hong Kong, where I met a Bodhisattva."

"What Bodhisattva?"

"I think it's called Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?" Aisha thought for a moment, "Anyway, I also received a new divine power from Him."

The power of the gods, upon encountering deities, granted them terrifying power...

This tactic seems so familiar.

"Slay the Gods"?

A representative of the gods?

Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask, "How exactly did you obtain it?"

Elsa's expression dimmed for a moment: "Sigh... So many sad things happened back then."

Zhang Yang pressed further: "So how exactly did you obtain it?"

Aisha looked up, then suddenly clenched her fist with renewed energy: "Let's not talk about this! I have to stop my brother and older sister! If they fight the cult leader and the marquis, a lot of people will die!"

Could you have been any more obvious in changing the subject?

But Aisha had already closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and was chanting something.

"—Before the good deeds have ripened, the virtuous person will complain. Only when the good results are ripe will the virtuous person realize their blessings. Good deeds bring good rewards, and evil deeds bring evil consequences—"

That familiar feeling came back again.

Is this divine power?

Zhang Yang looked around, but nothing had happened.

"Uh...that's it?"

"It's over."

"So what is this ability for?"

“This is the power of my vow,” Aisha explained with a smile. “As long as I vow to do a good deed, I will receive good fortune, both big and small, as I strive to complete it.”

"So what wish did you just make?"

"I must help my master and eldest sister reconcile!" Aisha closed her eyes and said devoutly, "Please grant me the power of good fortune... Oh dear?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a soft thud came from the snow-covered ground.

Ding!

A steel rod fell onto the snow.

It is about one foot long, with three prongs at both ends, and has a simple and ancient design.

Zhang Yang bent down and picked it up. It felt heavy in his hand, and the metallic texture was cold: "Isn't this the divine artifact that the marquis showed off before?"

"Yes!" Elsa's eyes lit up. "That's it! Let's take it back to our master!"

"Wait, are you sure this is 'luck' and not 'theft'?"

Don't worry about the details!

Aisha grabbed Zhang Yang's wrist and ran.

Before Zhang Yang could even complain, he was dragged along at breakneck speed.

The two walked through the dilapidated streets, around the collapsed buildings, and over the stone slabs cracked by plants.

The wind howled in his ears, and the rain lashed his face, but Zhang Yang found that the snowflakes on his body were still swirling around him, shielding him from most of the wind and rain.

After running for a while, he saw the scene of the battle.

Or rather, the scene from the past.

This appears to be the Marquis of Voban's estate in the suburbs.

The reason I say "formerly" is because it no longer resembles a manor at all.

There was only a ruin that had been razed to the ground.

Broken bricks and stones were scattered all over the ground, charred wooden beams lay haphazardly, and deep furrows ran across the ground as if plowed by some giant claw.

Amidst these ruins, Zhang Yang witnessed a scene he would never forget.

A Vajra warrior, its entire body gleaming gold, stands in the center of the ruins.

The height is estimated to be at least fifty meters.

With bulging muscles and wide, angry eyes, it stood like a golden mountain towering between heaven and earth.

Opposite it was a giant gray wolf.

Equally enormous.

Although not as exaggerated as the Vajra Warrior, it is estimated to be about thirty meters long, with limbs as thick as pillars, hair standing on end, and a set of ferocious fangs.