Derailment

The Wave Sword was something Yaxiu had seen time and time again. He had witnessed almost firsthand how Sword Princess took the Wave Sword from an unfamiliar technique to sheer perfection; her Wave Sword sorcery spirits were something he had watched grow up alongside her. The cult leader was actually somewhat afraid of Sword Princess—not out of love or guilt, but because whenever that red-haired beauty took up a blade, he could clearly feel that beneath her youthful, exquisite skin, a certain frenzied desire was festering. Among the four operators, Weise and the Witch did not like combat at all; they were merely good at it. Weixi didn't truly enjoy fighting either; she merely loved trampling on lives, and battle was simply one of many ways to do so—what she preferred was to toy with others' destinies through intellect. Sword Princess alone genuinely relished fighting. Only amidst the intersection of life and death could she reveal her truest self. Perhaps even she herself did not realize how blissful her expression was whenever she wielded violence. On several occasions when Sword Princess felt wronged and threw a temper, Yaxiu had taken the initiative to challenge her to a fight, yet all of those were calculated and deliberate moves. To Sword Princess, fighting was perhaps a way to reach her heart far more intimately than any embrace. In other words, if one wished to beg for Sword Princess's forgiveness, one had to at least endure a severe beating from her. With bad luck, several beatings. The Wave Sword was the swordplay path best suited for Sword Princess. Through such a wanton, insolent fighting style, she was able to break free from the heavy restrictions of daily life, soaring across the heavens like a carefree child, venting every ounce of stress and grievance. Her Wave Sword was a tsunami, a landslide; carrying the mountains and seas to sweep through everything, it was an irresistible iron cavalry, and even more, the dawn light piercing the darkness! Yet at this very moment, Yaxiu saw an oscillation of sword air starkly different from Sword Princess's. It was breathtakingly beautiful, poetically slicing through time, through the night, and through the melancholy of a youth gazing up at the starry sky. It was so languid, like a fallen leaf lifted by the wind—even Yaxiu and Amilo could see it with utter clarity, yet neither of them had time to interrupt its gentle caress, as though even the world had to pause until it finished stretching lazily. The divine realm. Whether it was Amilo, a seasoned legend, or Yaxiu, a newly ascended legend, their vision was broad enough to discern the nature of this strike. This was a strike that had stepped into the realm of gods, the ultimate swordplay of a demigod! Just like Rajesh back then—though not yet a demigod, their sorcery had already broken through mortal boundaries, reaching a realm where even legends had to bow their heads! A line of blood appeared on Amilo's neck. He hadn't actually lowered his guard over his vitals; his left hand was still shielding his throat, yet a line of blood also appeared across his left arm. The bone that Yaxiu couldn't sever even with real swords moments ago was now as fragile as a withered leaf before this invisible oscillation of sword air. A look of deep admiration surfaced in the burly white-haired man's eyes. This Gospel legend showed not the slightest fury over being ambushed; as early as when he joined this mission, he knew there was a high probability he would end up an insignificant footnote in the great undertaking of the All-Knowing Weaver. Just as he had told Yaxiu, Yaxiu winning wouldn't change the outcome, but him winning would be equally meaningless—in the upcoming Demon War, the probability of his survival was less than one in ten thousand. Compared to the matter-of-fact end of dying at the hands of demons, what complaint could he have now, amidst his pleasant surprise, to die beneath a sword skill that had crossed into the divine realm? *Pfft!* Blood sprayed, head and torso parting. Amilo crashed heavily before Yaxiu, but this time, he would never rise again. He was not the first sorcerer in this Angel Hunt whose soul returned to Hell, nor would he be the last. In Hell, there was now one more enemy. Yaxiu took a deep breath, coughed up the foul blood in his throat, and braced himself against the door to stand up. He couldn't rest yet. Once his body came to a halt and the adrenaline stopped pumping, the accumulated injuries would be enough to shatter his willpower. He turned to look at the partition door, which now bore only an additional sword mark. That strike of sword air just now wasn't a sorcery spirit or a miracle; it was merely an ultimate skill formed purely by slashing the air after swordplay had reached its zenith. Leave alone himself, even Feili could accomplish it—it was just that its lethality would fall short of a physical blade. A demigod sword technique, and it couldn't possibly be a sorcerer from the other four nations, because those four nations stood in opposition to Yaxiu's side and could not possibly aid him. It could only be a Star sorcerer. Stars, swordplay, legend—these few keywords were enough for Yaxiu to deduce who behind the door was helping him. Yet even that person had no reason to aid him... Yaxiu twisted the doorknob, but couldn't push it open. Evidently, that person had no intention of formally taking part in this war yet. Yaxiu had no idea what that person was thinking, but right now Igola and the others were still in danger, so Yaxiu could only trust that there was goodwill behind it. "Thank you." Yaxiu turned and walked away. As he passed Rose, he gently squeezed her slender hand, then yanked hard on the threads hidden in his sleeve, and both swords faithfully returned to their master's hands at once. Just as Yaxiu stepped out of Car 1, Yinzhi also cast her gaze down toward the train below. Amilo's death did not affect her in the slightest. Sorcery power, sorcery spirits, and even the magic Amilo transformed into through sorcery spirit metamorphosis—she could still drive them normally. Her pinkish-purple figure fluttered through the sky like a butterfly, dodging spatial attacks again and again by the slimmest margins. Domains had completely lost their meaning in their battle; spatial miracles that legendary sorcerers struggled to master poured forth in heaps like normal attacks from their hands. At merely a second's hesitation, miracles such as Bone Corrosion and Heart Stealing would erupt inside their bodies, completely unblockable by Domains. As Yinzhi's fingers swept through space, she was also tearing apart the internal organs of other demons. This was the miracle Heartbreak and Lung-Tear, which Amilo had yet to master. Had Feili not promptly entered Observer Mode earlier, it wouldn't have been just her back that was torn open. "Amilo is dead!" Yinzhi wrinkled her nose and cried out in grievance, "I'm not playing anymore! You're all bullying me! Bad guys, all of you are bad guys!" With that, she charged downward. Seeing this, the other demons felt their hairs stand on end, almost simultaneously forming an offensive and defensive alliance to besiege and kill Yinzhi. "Yinzhi, how dare you?!" "The Prime Angel is still on the train, you bastard!" "..." Having competed on the same stage for so many years, how could they not know Yinzhi's temperament? Despite being the cleverest and most adept at scheming among them, what people feared most about Yinzhi was not her infallible arrangements, but her terrifying habit of flipping the table whenever things didn't go her way! Although Yinzhi was the number-one prophecy sorcerer in the world, unexpectedly, she disliked complex, intertwined schemes, often relying on the crudest, most tyrannical power to achieve her goals. One could tell just from how the realms were governed: the dreams of the Senluo Azure Lord, the starry sky of the Divine Lord of Stars, and even the Bloodline Prohibition Law of the Blood Moon Extreme Lord were all far more complex to operate than the Gospel Realm. Yet Yinzhi was so crude that she built the entire realm on the system of the Gospel God—the moment the Gospel system collapsed, the entire realm would plunge into an apocalypse. Yet simple and crude as it was, the Gospel Realm's level of development was second only to the Senluo Realm. She never used her prophecy abilities to scheme 'how to benefit herself,' but instead dumped all her skill points into 'how to ensure no one else makes a profit'! In any game where Yinzhi entered the fray, as long as she didn't profit, everyone had to suffer! Any game where she had no odds of winning had to end immediately! She knew with pinpoint accuracy just how far she could flip the table to make everyone squirm and burst with rage while remaining helpless against her! Her willful, bratty beauty persona was an act, but her attitude was genuine! She was the strongest prophecy sorcerer, but also the bastard with the least sense of the bigger picture, flipping the table at the slightest disagreement. Yet most infuriating of all was that everyone had to compromise for the bigger picture, unable to do a thing about her except minimize their losses! When Yinzhi struck a palm toward the train, the wind from her blow weighed down on everyone aboard like mountains and seas, pinning them so firmly they couldn't budge, forced to watch helplessly as they were about to be crushed into paste by the miracle. But at that moment, the other demons rushed over as well, doing everything they could to intercept Yinzhi's miracle! Yet no matter how much Yinzhi's miracle was weakened, it was still destined to strike the train, and the target locked on by Yinzhi was none other than Yaxiu, who had just emerged alive from Car 1! Yaxiu had already been forced to his knees by the palm wind, barely propping himself up on his sword to keep from falling flat. He struggled to raise his head to look at the demons plunging straight down, Amilo's words echoing in his mind. Winning or losing was utterly meaningless. Sorcerers were not the protagonists of this stage at all. Just then, a massive, warm-yellow barrier appeared above the carriage, shielding all the sorcerers behind it. This was the first time Yaxiu had ever been protected by someone else's Sword Body Barrier. He looked at Feili's back, watching blooms of blood erupt across it. Even as the demons scrambled to intercept Yinzhi, they wouldn't pass up an opportunity to dispose of a weak demon like her who had blundered into their war. *Boom!* The demons' miracles crashed down like sledgehammers. The train carrying the fate of the entire world snapped down the middle, and the rear carriages smashed through the guardrails at 350 kilometers per hour, hurtling into the abyss!