I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 419 - 417: Why? Zhao Ling

Chapter 419: Chapter 417: Why? Zhao Ling

In the night sky, clouds churned, and the direction of the wind suddenly shifted, dispersing all the smoke and scattering the clouds.

This enormous, hideous creature bathed in the moonlight, revealing its true form.

On the diagonal half of the creature’s body were bare-chested faceless maidservants, clustering around half of Zhao Ling’s body, enfolding her completely within.

The acid water column spewed by the dragon’s head vanished without cause after reaching three hundred meters in the air.

The creature’s human head looked around perplexedly, then turned to survey the empty night sky illuminated only by the frosty moonlight and the clouds driven away; below lay Fengrao City, now half-turned into Hell.

The monster twisted around, scanning the airspace behind it again, and finally spotted a small, floating person several hundred meters away.

Wei Tianyang was dressed in a black vest and blue jeans, his hands tucked into his pockets as he stared at the thing before him.

Satellites of various countries had observed the strange phenomenon over Fengrao City, and afterwards, presidents of several countries had attempted to contact Zhao Ling, but all had failed.

From Venerable Qin’s hasty escape and the extensive signs of gunfire in Fengrao City, they deduced a so-called "Black Medicine" incident had occurred.

And the one who had lost control was Zhao Ling herself.

Spencer gave him the information, and he flew over immediately to investigate.

Surrounded by howling winds, Wei Tianyang controlled the air to avoid himself; his eyes, glittering with a red light, had four pupils fixated on the creature as he tried to determine how much of Zhao Ling remained.

The creature’s human head bore the unmistakable likeness of Zhao Ling, and it was for this reason that he felt an even stronger revulsion.

What kind of ambition turns a person into a monster?

He had cleared her of enemies; he had exterminated the Lingxian Sect for her. When he left, Zhao Ling had no rivals as far as she could see.

The great Emperor would lead her loyal subjects to transform an imperial state into a republic, where people were no longer stratified into six classes, and the three houses would become history.

That was supposed to be the end.

"Zhao Ling," called Wei Tianyang to the creature.

But the creature’s head showed an expression of alarm. The dragon head howled, the monster rotated its body like lightning, and its tail, like a steel whip, broke the sound barrier. The sonic waves dispersed, a white wave broke on the surface of the tail, and in less than a second, it whipped towards Wei Tianyang from the right.

However, as the tail grazed past Wei Tianyang, it met the fate of a high-speed sausage against the sharp blade of a knife and was cleanly severed.

The creature turned around, having lost a third of its tail, which revealed a steel-like silvery cross-section from where acidic green blood splattered forth.

Wei Tianyang understood then. A black horn emerged from his forehead, and his crimson eyes no longer held pity or emotion, only murder.

The creature’s body, outlined in green light, fled forward at high speed, but Wei Tianyang reached above its head in an instant. As he grabbed onto the human head, his height surged a thousandfold, transforming into a black giant.

With his left hand, he severed the dragon head from its body, and with his right holding the human head, he pressed the creature into the ground from a kilometer in the air within three seconds.

The two massive beings landed in the countryside on the other side of Fengrao City, in an area filled with luxurious scenic estates and the mansions of the wealthy.

The creature’s body collapsed, crushing all the villas, while the head, pressed into the earth by Wei Tianyang, was now stuck in a huge pit 420 meters below the surface.

He stood up, surveying the surroundings; tens of kilometers away, remnants of Yin Country’s army remained, and amid the debris of the collapsed tripod, dense red heat sources were visible.

Following the bombing, parts of the tripod were aflame, and fires also broke out in some factory areas on the ground. The acid rain previously brought down by Zhao Ling had collected into significant corrosive pools.

Wei Tianyang looked up at the sky, gathering the clouds. Soon after, crimson and yellow lightning streaked repeatedly through the churning clouds, and thunder echoed across the heavens.

In an instant, torrential rain fell, extinguishing the great fire, cooling the heated steel, and scattering the poisoned water.

Wang Ye walked out of the factory, and through the curtain of rain, he spotted a black giant with four crimson eyes. However, its figure was obscured by the rain and darkness, making it hard to discern clearly.

Wei Tianyang crushed the monster’s body underfoot and, grasping its head, yanked it out of the body, bones and all.

"This is her face, not yours," Wei Tianyang thought as he crushed it in his hand.

Wei Tianyang shrank back to his normal size and flew into the cross-section of the monster’s torso. He cut through dozens of faceless maids and found Zhao Ling’s half-body.

She was limbless, her body only a section from the head to the lower abdomen, covered in open wounds and her spine exposed. Her face was wan, eyes closed, with large clumps of vomit stuck to her chest. Her long hair was also matted to her face with a light brown sludge.

Wei Tianyang extended the Bone Knife, sliced her from the monster’s body, cradled her in his arms, and together they entered objective reality.

Under the red moonlight, Zhao Ling slowly opened her eyes.

"Why?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"Power..." Zhao Ling murmured.

"They controlled you, not the other way around," Wei Tianyang said.

The monster’s torn body transformed into a surge of black and red energy, flooding into Wei Tianyang. He could feel numerous chaotic auras within this energy. Touching Zhao Ling’s forehead, he finally understood Zhao Ling’s true desire.

Power... She yearned for nothing but power; whether she became royalty was utterly irrelevant.

She had wasted time and opportunities. After obtaining the technologies and assets of the Lingxian Sect, she had sought ways to turn herself into Wei Tianyang.

She already had eternal life; now, she only desired power.

"I... I want... to become you... Wei..." Zhao Ling was slurring, and midway through her speech, she spat out a large clump of yellow mucus.

Now, she was no longer the sexy empress fantasized about by countless men, but merely a mutilated female corpse smeared with filth.

"This isn’t a gift, it’s a curse," Wei Tianyang said.

"We... all have our own curses," Zhao Ling said.

With that, her eyes gradually lost their luster.

Wei Tianyang closed his eyes and used a power to connect with her.

Zhao Ling’s previously unfocused pupils refocused, and she coughed and retched continuously, appearing extremely weak.

Wei Tianyang had just formed a symbiotic relationship with Zhao Ling, wherein she could survive as long as he lived, sharing one ten-thousandth of Wei Tianyang’s life force. This was not enough to restore her vigor, but it was sufficient to maintain consciousness and keep her alert.

Next, he planned to find a corpse to fully restore her when suddenly, Baphomet appeared before Wei Tianyang.

He had flown there, carrying it, and the sheer speed of the flight had caused Baphomet to lose quite a bit of fur.

"You can’t do this," Baphomet said.

"Why?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"Her body is no longer that of a human. Restoring her will only turn her back into that thing," Baphomet said.

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