The roars of the Zerg Beasts turned into a death dirge amidst the gunpowder smoke.
Chu Ran closed her eyes. Heroes died without intact bodies.
By now, the shadow in her heart had spread across her entire chest.
A Zerg Beast had somehow sneaked up to Chu Ran's right. It opened its bloody maw excitedly at her.
The stench was nauseating.
Chu Ran suddenly raised her right hand, sidestepping. The moment Spiritual Power infused it, golden light burst forth.
The staff smashed heavily through the Zerg Beast's head, splashing light blue blood all over Chu Ran's face.
So stinky.
Another loud bang not far away. The heat wave knocked over two or three Zerg Beasts.
Chu Ran jerked her head around. Bang!
Flames shot into the sky.
It was like an omen.
One explosion after another.
One, two, three, four...
Chu Ran's eyes turned bloodshot. The hand gripping the staff pressed so hard it left red marks.
This was their choice.
The shadow in her heart silently spread to her face, like a birthmark, covering her entire right cheek.
"It's too much, isn't it?"
A soft, seductive female voice seemed to whisper in her ear.
"Let me take over, let me fulfill everything you desire..."
"You?" Chu Ran laughed out loud, her voice fierce. Spiritual Power directly stabbed into the depths of her heart. "What the hell are you, trying to control me!"
Aaaaaaaaaaah!
A piercing scream resounded through Chu Ran's brain.
Behind her, a huge Phantom of a Nine-Tailed Fox emerged.
"You too shall attain the right fruit."
"Didn't the Empress go back on her word?"
"It is proper to execute the law."
I refuse to accept!
I refuse to accept!
Spiritual Power shredded the last trace of shadow. The Nine-Tailed Fox Phantom dissipated.
A surging, immense power enveloped Chu Ran, transforming every gene in her body.
Chu Ran opened her eyes. Now her left eye was tinged with a touch of crimson.
She felt it—the endless refusal to accept...
God pities the people, but the people do not accept.
But only...
Chu Ran looked ahead. There were only four or five figures still fighting.
Aunt Wang's mecha had lost its arms and legs. She was holding a deep blue greatsword, fighting the Zerg. Aunt Huang's left arm hung unnaturally, and her right leg had a large gash. She could only stand by supporting herself with her long blade.
They had no refusal to accept.
Hahahahaha, they had no refusal to accept.
Pain filled Chu Ran's eyes. They were at peace, but I am not.
If good people cannot rest in peace and evil people are not punished, how can I persuade myself to be a good person, to be a normal person!
The Garbage Dump—that was her first kill.
Yet she felt no discomfort, even a hint of excitement.
This was the world she wanted.
If the world bullies and humiliates me, I will hate and kill them in return—that is justice!
If so-called nurturing kindness can offset all suffering, then she should first repay the kindness she has given herself!
Chu Ran watched as the Eight-Eyed Leech raised its upper body, watched as Aunt Huang knelt on one knee, unable to use Spiritual Power or creations any longer.
A dark gold color flooded into her eyes, covering the red.
Suddenly, a spatial disturbance came from not far away.
A tall figure burst out of a space rift. He gripped a Cyan Long Spear, crackling with lightning, and hurled it fiercely at the Eight-Eyed Leech. "Those behind me, blast these bastards with cannons!"
"De Jianguo, slow down! Or the shells will hit you!"