Chapter 442
The closer they got to that nightmare, the calmer Yun Yi became.
He had made a choice in the illusion created by Meng Luo, but that was an illusion after all, and it did not just leave a shadow in his heart.
Even though it seemed like even without him, the Disaster Lord would still bring disaster to the Desolate Sacrifice Continent, he had told the South Sylvan Priestess the name of the Disaster Lord, which sped up the process.
A mistake was a mistake, it could not be ignored just because it would happen sooner or later.
For example, when an old man was about to die from an illness, you could not kill him because of it. Personally killing someone and dying of illness were two different things. Otherwise, there would not be such a thing as vengeance in this world. After all, the old man would eventually die of old age.
That was why Yun Yi decided to follow the army here to put an end to his past.
"We're here!" Yun Yi was wearing a military coat and carrying his suitcase. Next to him were the soldiers of the 3rd Army. The army moved forward bit by bit before setting up camp not too far away from the original South Sylvan Village and starting to calibrate the large weapons.
A small number of experts in the army followed Yun Yi to the original South Sylvan Village. The South Sylvan Priestess was the Disaster Lord's most important believer in this world, as well as the biggest source of the current situation.
As long as she was eliminated, the other people who had not escaped the control of the world would not be able to create a large number of Disaster Deities. Even if there were some Disaster Deities left, they would not be able to cause any more trouble.
That was why the South Sylvan Priestess had to be eliminated. As long as the other Disaster Deities did not gather on a large scale, the Celestials and Desolate would not care about them.
Yun Yi tightened his grip on his suitcase. The world around him was desolate, and even the ground was grey. Yun Yi even felt like the earth had died. Evidently, the Disaster Deities had stayed here for too long.
This caused this place to be so desolate that no other Disaster Deities were willing to stay here.
The group walked through the desolate grey, remaining vigilant against possible ambushes. The South Sylvan Priestess was not a simple character, and her achievements were not completely dependent on the Disaster Lord.
Most people who were infected by the Disaster Lord would gradually lose their rationality and become monsters that only knew how to destroy. Only the South Sylvan Priestess had successfully changed her race and escaped the control of the world. Even though her actions were crazy and bloodthirsty, she still retained enough rationality to control the actions of the Disaster Deities.
Otherwise, with the destructive instincts of the Disasterized Ones, they would not have taken five years to develop to their peak before launching an all-out attack on the other races.
Of course, attacking both races at the same time was a stupid strategy, but compared to those who only maintained basic rationality or no rationality, it was much better.
The soldiers stopped in their tracks at the same time. In front of them, there was a petite figure standing there barefooted.
Her white and tender gem-like feet were placed together with the white ash, which made her stand out.
"You're finally here. I've been waiting for so long." Nanwei grumbled. His voice was as clear as a bell. Even these elite celestial beings felt guilty for a moment. Of course, this feeling was quickly dispelled.
The Celestials who were able to come here were at least on the path of eternal peace. After all, the Southern Dipper Tribe did not have any related abilities, so it was not very effective to just rely on the charm that came with the intrinsic quality of a high-level life form.
"Aiya, isn't this that guy?" Nanwei's eyes suddenly lit up when she saw Yun Yi. Evidently, she still remembered Yun Yi even after a few years. Her rosy lips cracked open, revealing two small canine teeth. Nanwei smiled extremely happily.
However, this smile contained a hint of coldness that sent chills down everyone's spine. Yun Yi's heart also tightened.
"You said that the Southern Dipper Tribe could no longer survive, so I accepted external power to strengthen them. Is there a problem with that? I originally planned to conquer this world so that the Southern Dipper Tribe could continue to flourish, but unfortunately, it was ruined by you! "the little girl said with a heartbroken expression.
This made Yun Yi feel that there was something wrong with her. When this South Sylvan Priestess transferred the power of the Disaster to the other members, they had already been destroyed. Not to mention, the Disaster Deities only wanted to destroy, and the Disaster Deities only wanted to destroy.
Even if the Disaster Deities conquered this world, the Southern Dipper Tribe would no longer exist. However, the South Sylvan Priestess' words did not contain any falsehoods. She naturally believed that those monsters were still members of the Southern Dipper Tribe. Her way of thinking was completely different from a normal human.
"But since it's gone, then it's gone, it's just that you guys … …" Nanxu raised her hand and caught the cannonball that was flying towards her. Her chubby little hand grabbed the ball shaped cannonball that was made of specially made metal. She didn't even seem to use any strength, but the metal slowly crumbled and completely disappeared.
Obviously, the special metal that could restrain the Disaster Deities was unable to restrain the South Sylvan Priestess who had completely transformed.
"Can't you just wait for me to finish speaking? Fine, since you don't want to talk, then die!" Nanwei's petite figure instantly disappeared. A violent power pierced through space, instantly activating the Celestial's defensive shield.
Nanwei was like a boulder that had been thrown into a lake. The technological barrier created by the Celestial rippled and shattered.
Countless arms rose from the Celestial's back and wrapped around the Celestial. The arms turned into phantoms and slapped at the petite figure in front of them.
However, Nan Wei only laughed out loud in extreme delight. Without putting up any protection, he stretched his fair and tender little hands into the hands that were swinging with tremendous power, ripping them into broken limbs with ease, revealing the Celestial Being who was hiding inside.
The broken limbs turned into Source Power and were about to return to the Ancestral Desolate Realm, but Nanwei waved her hand. Countless auras of disaster gushed out and wrapped around the Celestial, pulling them back into her body. She then waved her hand and struck the Celestial with a fierce force.
However, right before his body was destroyed, it turned into a puddle of black mud. The black mud exploded from the attack, and a portion of it surged towards the Southern Dike. However, before it could get close, it was shattered by the aura of disaster and turned into black mist.
However, the black fog gathered again and reappeared behind another Celestial. The Celestial with Thousand Hands also walked out from the black mud.
Totem – Black Soil. Even if someone was smashed into pieces, they would be able to gather together again. Before the Celestial with Thousand Hands was killed, he was wrapped in black soil. Nanwei's destructive power seemed to have weakened a lot against a totem like the black soil that could disperse.
Nanwei stepped on the white dust. Not a single speck of dust could be seen on her jade-like feet. Or it could be said that any speck of dust that came close to her instantly turned into nothingness.
She tilted her head and looked at the Celestial with Thousand Hands who walked out from the black soil. She grinned in excitement and waved her hand to shatter a few metal arrows that contained a powerful force.
However, Nanwei discovered that at the same time the metal arrows shattered, her fingers were also shattered. Wisps of black gas lingered around her finger and healed the wound. She looked at the source of the arrows.
The briefcase in Yun Yi's hand was completely opened and attached to his right hand. The mechanism on the briefcase was rotating and the disc-shaped gears were twisting with each other like an altar. Arrows were nocked and stopped on the altar. The power of sacrifice lingered around each arrow as if a wish was being prayed on it.
"Although it's a toy for weaklings, I have to say that it's quite useful. Maybe I'll need your help in the future." Nanwei smiled and opened her hand. "Yun Yi, you've made me who I am today, so I'll give you a chance. Believe in my Lord and you can live!"
"Dream on!" Yun Yi didn't hesitate and gave his answer.
The smile on Nanwei's face didn't change, but her squinted eyes slowly opened. "If that's the case, everything will turn into nothingness under the power of disaster!"
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