Without joy or sorrow, as if gazing at iron and stone, grass and trees.
The gas and struggles of fools and simpletons, no matter how rampant and wanton, are but a joke... But to be shaless to such an extent, indeed, is excessively disturbing.
She reached out her hand, telling everything before her:
"Silence."
In that instant, dead silence descended suddenly.
Countless rcury threads, impossible to asure, rose to the sky, piercing the dark clouds, instantly dyeing the thunderous clouds silver-white.
Then, a silvery downpour descended from the gale and turmoil of the heavens.
Enveloping all, covering everything.
Heavy, cold, and cruel.
rcury threads so fine they were hard to discern glimred under the scattered light, amidst those tiny flashes, all the mutants and monsters visibly paused for a mont.
Following that, a hand ford by countless illusion lights curved and snapped its fingers.
Snap!
An invisible ripple spread out from the fingertips.
Wherever it went, whether giant insects, lizards, tigers, wolves, serpents, or disaster beasts shrieking with arrogance, all fell like straw in an invisible hurricane.
A weak, barely tangible rcury thread extended delicately through the gaps of noses, mouths, eyes, ears, pores, and carapaces, from the most vulnerable internal places, solidifying and transforming, severing nerves, disrupting pulses, seamlessly taking control of everything.
The nurous monsters in sight, impossible to count or asure, all beca materials to be seized and manipulated at will.
Spiritual matter, flesh and blood, life, and soul, no longer autonomous.
"What is… this…"
Liang Mo, covered layer by layer in blood, turned back in a daze, still clutching the trigger, the burnt gun barrel swirling futilely, the empty gun chamber clicking.
Screams, shrieks, roars, all disappeared.
Only the eerie silence remained.
And in that silence, crackling sounds continuously erged, from the motionless bodies of the monsters...
Once those tiny sounds gathered together, they transford into a majestic echo like a downpour falling, making one's scalp tingle.
Right before Liang Mo's eyes, sharks, giant insects, monsters, and other chaotic things all quickly withered, shriveling in spasms.
As if everything was devoured by sothing invisible.
Underneath the brittle and crumbling bodies, a brilliant flash slowly erged.
Rooted in flesh and spirit, catalyzed by gaseous alchemy, an insignificant spirit of creation extracted all nutrients from the blood soul, rapidly germinating.
Within the span of a re instant, the silent remnants of withered corpses were replaced by pure white flowers.
Amidst the spreading blood, amidst the shattered corpses and collapsed crumbling bricks, the hallucinatory white flowers grew visibly, unstained by dust, blooming in their own solitude.
On the outskirts of the chaotic ruins, in an instant, they ford a dreamlike sea of flowers, cold, radiant, solitary, breathtakingly beautiful, yet utterly devoid of vitality.
Dreamlike.
Rooted in death and blood, they expanded rapidly, filling everything. Making themselves the masters of all, rendering everything else an overreaching intruder.
This so-called Summoning.
This is the first Blessing Chain of Non-Attack, its effect is to allow a craftsman's abilities and refinents to break through their limitations and impose upon all dia.
Under the intervention of chanical Descent, Ji Jue's Summoning can animate dead objects, granting them life, transforming machines into beasts at will.
But Isis's Summoning is not as complex.
She rely erodes and transforms everything she sees, becoming a part of herself, turning living things into dead things, letting vitality fall into realms of death, and after the devastated life vanishes, only silent and deathly flowers remain.
In an instant, she eradicates, devours, and transforms all marked invaders.
Even the howling wind is hard to sense.
Countless flowers swayed in the wind, petals rising and falling, as if a gentle song resonated within them, yet neither the ear nor perception could discern it.
"Now, it's finally a bit more pleasant to look at."
Amidst the boundless purity, Isis surveyed her surroundings, feeling the wind on her face, free of blood and stench.
Above the sky, even the blood rain ceased abruptly, leaving only the hideous giant shadows slithering behind the clouds like serpents, roaring and shrieking.
The food they once feasted on vanished completely, transford into useless flowers.
Such terrifying and deathly beauty, for the disaster beasts, was an unseemly blank empty of any worth.
The enormous body plumted in furious descent, crashing repeatedly into Tian Yuan's Forbidding Law at the frontline base, revealing expansing cracks on the originally invisible defense, further widening fissures.
Until, at last, it completely shattered!
In the shattered roar, excited howls of the wolf echoed from the inner layers of the base, while a mass of sharks and monsters swooped in amidst the storm.
Dirty blood and sludge fell into the pure white sea of flowers, leaving specks of black stains.
On that calm and illusory face, a gradual ergence of coldness and disgust...
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