Chapter 577: The Saber Strike That Reshaped Order
“How is this possible? Even a Super Consumption Spellbook…”
Everyone watched the Witch Academy side.
The massive figure that several people had worked together to destroy healed again, as if no attack had any effect on this enormous monster.
Previously, when the Player's figure appeared above the dungeon space, the pixels they had destroyed had converged into a humanoid pixel giant.
This kind of monster instantly shattered everyone’s impractical illusions.
Many people rushed forward again, dismantling this big fellow as before, but the body part that was broken would "heal" again in a short ti.
This fighting style, which seed to require no defense, quickly caused the student side to lose several top-tier combat powers.
“Is this what they call a Super Consumption Spellbook? I thought it was amazing… trash!”
The giant figure manipulated by the Player grasped the student who had unleashed her full power strike.
The pixelated palm tightly clamped down on the girl who had already transford, as if crushing an insect.
“Let… go of !”
The girl resisted the imnse force, desperately urging her current Super Consumption Transformation Spell.
Flas surged out from the gaps between the pixels.
The scorching high temperature carried terrifying power and blasted open its palm.
Only this way was she able to break free.
“President!” Seeing the girl break free, soone imdiately stepped forward to assist.
And this person called President was naturally Ming Xue Ming, the President of Wan Shi Wu.
“I’m fine… I’m fine…”
The might displayed by Ming Xue Ming’s transformation spell receded at this mont.
The violent struggle just now to break free from the restraint was like wounding the enemy by eight hundred while damaging herself by a thousand.
If she didn't deactivate the transformation spell now, she would probably be directly forced to interrupt it, resulting in a Spell Backlash.
And just as they took a breath, the destroyed pixel palm recovered again.
“Be careful!”
Ming Xue Ming looked at the hand reaching out again and quickly moved aside with the person who ca to assist her.
She didn't even have ti to extinguish the flas on her body before she rolled awkwardly to the side.
Imdiately, the spot where they were standing erupted with a roar as that hand slamd down, accompanied by the crashing down of countless pixel blocks, as simple as swatting an insect.
Flying dust and debris scattered in all directions, but even the smallest particles were regularly shaped pixel blocks.
This was the most direct manifestation of the domain order shaped based on Transcendent Pixels.
“Truly a scattered mob! Facing absolute power, you have no ability to fight back! Children of Destiny? rely a bunch of spoiled brats pampered by their own world! You actually treat them like treasures?”
“I have seen too many Children of Destiny from too many worlds, shouting about friendship, love, and other nonsense, recklessly rushing toward us. Their final outco is the sa as yours now.”
“Thinking you are Children of Destiny makes you self-important, but that’s just self-indulgence confined to one world.”
“You simply don’t understand what the world beyond looks like…”
The Player, while frantically suppressing everyone, began to ridicule everyone as if he was pumped up.
But the speaker had no ill intent, while the listeners took it to heart.
This viewpoint expressed by the Player was also a de-mystification for everyone.
The Players, in the most forceful way, completely dispelled everyone's beautiful filter on Destiny and their mindless expectation of the Children of Destiny.
Being told the truth so forcefully felt like sothing that had happened before… So people recalled that incident; after all, the sense of déjà vu was too strong.
Recalling the last ti, it was during that strange encounter in Ninglan New City.
That ti, they were utterly dominated by the Nightmares.
Even though they ultimately won, those Nightmares still looked down on them and struck them with the truth.
It was also at that ti that everyone elevated the Children of Destiny onto a pedestal, and this ti, they were severely thrown to the ground.
Reality seed to be telling them that there were no free lunches in the world, and no one was inherently superior.
Ignorance and stupidity shaped their false rise; the truth was like a sharp knife piercing their ever-inflating vanity.
The ntal blow at this mont was far more painful than the physical one.
At this mont, the Children of Destiny gathered here were so crazed, so sad, so unable to accept it, and so expressionless.
Perhaps this was the disparity between people.
And at this mont, Tan Han stood there blankly, gazing at the swirling threads of Destiny in the sky above.
It could be said that she was the one reacting most calmly at this mont.
At the sa ti, she seed to understand Little Han's level in this mont: Children of Destiny… were truly nothing more than that.
But was it too late to change now…?
The Children of Destiny had lost their so-called halo.
Looking back, they were rely newcors who had stepped into the Transcendent world for half a year; everyone had been dazzled by the splendor of the Transcendent world.
But now… having understood all this, they still had plenty of ti to correct this mistake.
“Qiu Yun… Can you control those threads of Destiny? If we let it go like this… the Destiny will really be harvested by those Players…”
Tan Han finally turned sideways and asked Ninglan Qiuyun.
“I’m afraid not… This level of Destiny, even if all our flesh and blood were contributed to the Heart of Ninglan, it wouldn't be enough, and I cannot achieve that level either,” Ninglan Qiuyun also shook her head and said.
Ninglan Qiuyun could be said to be similar to Tan Han; she was the least obsessed with the status of a Child of Destiny.
She was not skilled at seizing power and profiting in the Main World; she only played her role well—the City Lord of Ninglan New City.
Even her relationship with the Witch’s Secret Realm Club was because they sought her out first; they wanted to establish a connection with that Ninglan New City.
It was heard that during this holiday period, Ninglan New City would have major moves, and under the advice of various teachers, even the Academy Head, she had not returned.
Tan Han stared blankly at the blood-red sky.
Only Tan Han could see what those Players were actually doing right now.
When everyone was in despair, those Players were madly harvesting the power of Destiny, and she was powerless.
Truly powerless?
Tan Han asked herself this.
If she wanted to accomplish sothing, was her pursuit about whether she had to accomplish it herself, or… whether the result was achieved?
But now she had the answer in her heart.
The process was undoubtedly very important, but clearly… the result was more important right now!
Just as Tan Han was pondering, a cold tide suddenly erupted in the distance.
Tan Han subconsciously thought this was the power erupting from the Heart of Cold Tide, but when her gaze moved over, she realized it was not.
That was the power erupting from the location of the Aphrodite Forest Elves.
An Elf phantom made of ice and snow supported a shield cast of ice, protecting a figure.
At this mont, only those from the Aphrodite Academy knew what this was.
This was the "Protection of the Ice Spirit" gifted by the Aphrodite Academy's ntor to the Child of Destiny Yao Beijuan.
It would only activate its power to protect the holder when facing extre danger.
This could be said to be an excellent life-saving asure, but it couldn't protect Yao Beijuan and the others indefinitely.
And now, everyone had been tricked by the Players.
They had powerful ans, but their own strength had been prematurely depleted.
Even on the Witch Academy side, the representative of top-tier power—the Super Consumption Spellbook—none of them could release it at this mont.
“Tan Han… you still have the ans to summon Yang Yuehan, don’t you…”
“Mmm… now indeed seems like there's no reason to hesitate…”
Tan Han nodded, not refuting the suggestion.
“Do you think… so much ti has passed, why haven’t the Transcendent Academy ntors co yet?”
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe it’s like that ti in Ninglan New City. Perhaps they are already watching our performance in a place we don't know about… only this ti, we turned in another sloppy report…”
Tan Han asked herself a question and then answered it herself; she already had the answer in her heart.
Perhaps the Players’ arrogance was also due to the ntors' indulgence.
“Is that so?”
Ninglan Qiuyun also responded, a hint of surprise in her tone, but she didn't refute it.
“Little Han beca a Teaching Assistant. At this mont, maybe she, like those ntors, is observing our reaction?”
Tan Han raised the calling card in her hand.
The last ti, she tried to summon Little Han and saved her once.
This ti, she probably had to trouble Little Han again.
“This is the thing you use to summon Little Han…?”
Ninglan Qiuyun looked at the calling card in Tan Han’s hand.
It was inscribed with “Yang Yuehan’s” na, contact information, and so on.
“Mmm… In short, I hope I’m not pulling Little Han into a pit of fire…”
Once this decision was made, she no longer hesitated.
Instantly, countless Rune Rituals erged from the calling card.
The way these runes appeared was visibly much more advanced than that small artifact from before.
As the runes manifested, a Formation instantly constructed itself!
“Wait… Tan Han, don’t go and fight that guy head-on!”
The sudden appearance of the Rune Ritual imdiately attracted the attention of so people.
The few Senior Sisters near Tan Han looked anxious and urged Tan Han not to do anything foolish.
At this mont, even they felt powerless to confront that guy, let alone Tan Han.
The only reason they were still stubbornly holding on was waiting for the Witch Academy ntors to notice the anomaly here and then take action to save them.
The enemy’s strength far exceeded their understanding; waiting for rescue was not shaful.
But Tan Han didn't stop, because she knew what she was doing.
She activated the summoned calling card… and this also ant she was compromising, admitting defeat, admitting she couldn't turn the tide in this situation by herself.
“Oh? You dare to attack now? Overestimating your own ability!”
“I naturally know it’s overestimating my ability… but I never said I was going to attack!”
Tan Han actually felt relieved at this mont; even the tone of her speech beca more confident.
And now… the only thing she needed to worry about was whether Little Han could arrive imdiately.
Thinking of this, Tan Han subconsciously closed her eyes.
If she couldn't… then all her guesses were wrong, everything was just her own imagination, and there was no layout, and she was destined for this calamity.
But if she could…
Thinking of this, Tan Han estimated that strike was about to fall on her head.
Driven by the instinctual fear of death, Tan Han couldn't help but open her eyes, even if she was to die, she wanted to face her death directly.
But when she opened her eyes, she was stunned by the scene before her!
The ritual composed of runes that originally erged from the calling card shone brightly at this mont—that was the sign that the summoning ritual had been answered.
Then, a familiar figure erged from the white light.
“As expected…”
Tan Han sighed softly.
The tension instantly receded.
She only felt that her body was weak after being overly tense, and her steps were a bit unsteady.
Everyone’s gaze was drawn to the anomaly at this mont.
They didn't know what Tan Han of the Witch Academy had done, but as the light dissipated, a figure appeared before everyone.
She just stood there, holding a long saber sheathed.
But facing that giant pixel construct, she showed not a shred of timidity.
Even from a great distance, they could resonate with that fearless expression.
The perspective shifted to .
Summoned again by the Reverse Summoning Spell, I thought I would feel the movent of my own location during the summoning process, but I failed.
However, this didn't matter because I still had sothing more important to do.
“This is truly the limit.”
I looked up at the giant hand sweeping down from above, and chuckled lightly, unconcerned.
Because no matter how fast it was now, it was incredibly slow in my perception.
So, as long as I wanted to do sothing, ti would co to …
My perception and understanding of ti were no longer limited to reading books or studying… or perhaps I was learning no matter what I was doing.
I pushed the handguard open with my left thumb.
A completely different order blood from the two fingers of the blade that was revealed.
“I said… I would in front of you…”
My voice ca out.
Even to everyone whose sense of ti was different, they clearly heard what I was saying, without the slightest distortion of sound.
And accompanying my voice was the faint friction sound between the blade and the sheath.
Half the blade was drawn out, and an invisible order rippled out.
The pixel dust particles flying in the air ford a vacuum zone around .
The blood-colored visual filter also began to disintegrate gradually.
I just stood there, giving everyone the feeling that my style was completely different from everyone else's.
The ground originally composed of pixels turned into rippling water, and ripples spread outward from beneath my feet.
“Cut down the power you are most proud of!”
As my words finished, all the anomalies vanished at this mont, as if everything just now was an illusion.
Only the blade in my hand flashed with a cold light.
I took one step forward.
The giant hand sweeping towards accelerated, but this ti, this slowness was not just slow in my eyes; it was slow in everyone’s eyes.
I ignored it, just holding the saber with one hand, my gaze firm.
The next mont, a silver-white crescent moon was drawn out!
It headed straight for that imposing giant hand.
Where the blade passed, it seed to cut through space.
A faint, massive figure flashed at the rift.
At this mont, countless pixel blocks accompanying this giant hand blotted out the sky, exuding an irresistible order, wanting to completely suppress its target this ti.
But now all of this was devoured by this silver-white blade light!
The unstoppable strike was reshaped by another order at this mont.
Countless Transcendent Pixels were worn away in the clash of orders!
And the montum of the blade light did not lessen.
It pierced through the right arm of the pixel construct.
The opponent didn't have ti to put up any defense, or perhaps they never considered defending.
But at this mont, this blade light split its body in two with one cut.
The two halves of the figure crashed down.
They wanted to aggregate again, but they discovered in terror that they could not!
Because between their two halves, another order erged from the trajectory of the blade light.
It continuously spread thin cracks, eroding the order of the dungeon.
Until this blade light struck the distant horizon, it seed as if the sky itself had been torn open.
Everyone's gaze was drawn to the scene where the sky was ripped apart.
It was a giant tree too massive to see its full form!
Even though the sky was torn open, only a glimpse of its canopy could be seen.
Countless knowledge flowed above it.
Even a single glance caused dizziness from the endless influx of information.
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