018 Omens in a Hundred Forms

This time, Mo Mo was the one sent flying.

Eighty percent of her Alaya consciousness was tied up restraining one Tyrant's Grip, but now suddenly three more appeared.

What kind of four-armed overlord was this?

Mo Mo quickly reacted; at the moment she was struck, she abandoned the Tyrant's Grip and used all her threads to protect herself.

Though she was blasted back more than ten meters, she truly did not perish.

"Four of them? The Intelligence Department’s data on those guys needs updating..."

Mo Mo expanded her Alaya consciousness outward like tendrils. The Tyrant's Grip was invisible, but its movements were tangible.

This allowed her to barely predict the trajectories of the four Tyrant's Grips and avoid them.

"Using your power like that will only get you pierced by arrows."

Mo Mo remained calm; she was the top fighter at the Rebirth stage, and only forces above that could defeat her.

Would a wanted criminal dare to use such power in East Xia?

Soul-Hunting Arrow: “Greetings.”

Showing off will send you flying!

Lu Yuan looked up, as if seeing, from a distant conceptual realm, a hunter drawing their bowstring and nocking an arrow aimed at him.

But it was still slightly short.

He still had time.

"Normally, the moment I see the Overseer Bureau, I should run, not waste time with you."

"Do you know why I'm still here?"

Lu Yuan’s smile grew wild: "Because nearby, there’s something I need."

When someone tossed a rotten orange, he felt it—fingers, right on him!

Those four fingers on his body writhed joyfully, twisting, their sharp nails tearing his flesh, bringing a painful kind of pleasure.

They were eager to merge.

In Mo Mo’s sight, two Tyrant's Grips broke through her defense and flew outward.

Mo Mo: “!”

Bu Hao, that idiot brother of hers!

Mo Mo tried to follow the Tyrant's Grips, but the other two blocked her.

Palms with terrifying brute force slammed the ground, kicking up a storm of dust.

"Why be in such a hurry, little girl from the Overseer Bureau?"

Lu Yuan laughed loudly: "By the way, you previously probed one of my subordinate’s memories, right?"

"So, you must have seen that Red Moon."

Watching two Tyrant's Grips vanish, Mo Mo’s face went cold as she looked at Lu Yuan: "With your qualifications, you have no power to summon the Red Moon."

"And the Red Moon’s gaze only deepens desire. Nothing else will happen."

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"Desire? Yes, desire!"

"What a beautiful word—life is noble because of desire, and base because of desire."

Lu Yuan looked at Mo Mo: "What is your desire, little girl?"

Of course, to always be with her brother.

"I don’t have time to answer your questions."

Mo Mo took a deep breath; her Alaya consciousness trembled, threads overlapping and weaving until they formed the shape of a sword.

One of East Xia’s Twelve Royal Artifacts, the Sword of Strife—Gouque!

Long ago, Mo Mo had witnessed this sword’s power—it was a black sea that devoured everything, an endless whirlpool aimed at an entire nation.

Then, in the pale light that cleaved day and night, countless instantaneous slashes appeared like abyssal wounds. The black tide receded, and torrential rain poured before her eyes.

The power of one sword was enough to repel the sea.

Though only a faint and broken record, a crude imitation, the Gouque record woven by her Alaya consciousness still radiated an incredibly terrifying killing intent.

It was aimed at Lu Yuan.

"You’re truly outstanding, really."

Lu Yuan applauded: "Staying in this small city is such a pity for a gem like you."

"With my talent, I can only catch the Red Moon’s gaze for a moment. But..."

"Just one moment is enough, just one moment."

Lu Yuan revealed a sinister smile: "If it’s a half-dead corpse, what kind of desire do you think it would have?"

Before Mo Mo could answer, Lu Yuan snapped his fingers: "Right, the desire to live."

"The desire to survive, to continue existing—any normal life craves that."

"On that basis, bathed in the Red Moon’s light, filled with a soul sufficient to fill a vessel."

"What do you think would happen?"

Mo Mo’s expression darkened: "You want to create a monster?"

"Monster? Don’t use such an ugly word."

Lu Yuan’s Tyrant's Grips collided instantly with the Gouque record. Two Tyrant's Grips met the sword barehanded, pinching the Gouque record.

That glaring killing intent exploded into countless tearing wounds upon contact.

"Do you remember three years ago, when in the north, a fourth-stage—Soul Pact level abomination was slain?"

"A traitor of the Crimson King clan, known as the Omen of a Hundred Forms."

*Bang!*

The Gouque record, a crude imitation after all, was forcibly broken after successfully slaying a Tyrant's Grip.

It reverted to countless threads and returned inside Mo Mo.

She stared at Lu Yuan in disbelief: "You want to become the Omen of a Hundred Forms?"

When blood sources run rampant, the original host is consumed, and the blood source degenerates into a complete monster.

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Such a being is called an abomination.

And the Omen of a Hundred Forms is an abomination that has already been slain.

Filling the hollow inside with a soul, the Red Moon’s light awakening the will to live, becoming part of the abomination itself?

This wasn’t merely madness—it was utter foolishness!

What difference was there between this and stuffing oneself into a lump of dried refuse and using all sorts of means to make it sticky and wet again?!

She had to stop this guy, forcing him to reveal his true strength as a Starbound so the Soul-Hunting Arrow could identify and quickly shoot him.

"I know what you’re thinking. Unfortunately, I have no reason to keep wasting time with you."

Before Mo Mo’s eyes, Lu Yuan slowly ascended; the Tyrant's Grips could move in the air, naturally able to lift him up, assuming a flying posture.

Looking down at Mo Mo beneath him, Lu Yuan curled his lips into a cold smile: "Now."

"I'm going to find my lost fingers."

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Outside, Mo Bai and Shen Qiqi were being pulled back by Ji Yue.

"Hey, I told you two not to go over there—those who need to go home should, and those who need leg treatment, get it."

Ji Yue looked utterly resigned: "The professionals over there are already handling it."

"Look, I was the one who answered the emergency call you made."

Before Mo Mo arrived, she had ordered Ji Yue to protect her brother’s safety and, importantly, to keep her brother unaware of her activities outside.

However, Ji Yue was a support—without a weapon, she had basically no combat power.

Seeing these two trying to play three-legged race and still rush off to cause trouble for Lu Yuan scared Ji Yue so much she revealed herself and started pulling them back.

Mo Bai looked puzzled: "Are there really professionals?"

"Really!"

"Then can I just take a peek?"

"No way!"

Ji Yue panicked further: "How can you view classified info?"

"Sir, you wouldn’t want your memories erased afterward, would you?"

Shen Qiqi grew anxious: "Erased memories? You guys are the ones who did that to my senior, right?!"

"Explain yourself!"

The three of them bickered endlessly when, at this critical moment, someone descended from the sky.

"Finally found you."

Under the pale moonlight, Lu Yuan smiled as he looked at Mo Bai, stretching out his mutated hand: "Hand it over."

"The last vessel."