The Undying Transmigrator

Chapter 42: Beast

Mo Wen did not know the name of the person in front of him.

He might have had a resounding title, accomplished feats worthy of being recorded in history, and once been praised by people, but now, to him, this was merely an enemy.

There was no need to remember the enemy’s name, no need to remember their reasons, no need to consider their righteousness.

All that was required was to picture their death in his mind, and then make it happen.

A silent rage burned in Mo Wen’s chest, driving him to unleash the sharpest attack.

He could see the enemy’s horror, feel his fear, yet this strike was not as effective as the previous one.

The enemy’s mind caught up to light speed; his body turned into a flash of light. Instinctively, he dodged, then, relying on the power derived from Zero, he truly evaded the attack.

Then, ecstasy and a rebound of contempt surfaced in the enemy’s heart.

He had surpassed Mo Wen’s speed; therefore, he was no longer a threat.

Mo Wen also felt a thrill.Ha, indeed, the Corporation’s strongest batch of agents had already been slaughtered by him earlier, scattered and broken. These blockers were mostly not skilled in combat; they just happened to be guarding the orbital fortress, barely wielding psychic power that might have been borrowed from Zero or was inherently theirs.

Although the enemy could enter light speed mode, it could not be sustained, nor could it break through this area. His reaction speed was extremely fast, but he still had to make active decisions to move. His means of attack...

Appeared before Mo Wen’s eyes like a vicious beast from legend, accompanied by psychic depictions and the enemy’s summons.

Cunning, ferocious, greedy, brutal... many words seemed to have been created just to describe their postures.

Manlike but inhuman man-eating beasts, cruel hunters patrolling forests and mountains, colossal creatures supporting mountains and seas...

Creatures similar to these had killed Mo Wen before, more than once. The scars they left seemed to still linger on him, causing dull pain.

The enemy became excited, speaking ceaselessly: “Do you see? I have recreated those creatures that should have been extinct, optimized them!”

“In those ancient times, before humans had a complete organization, before tribes became kingdoms, they already existed. They were the overlords of this land, beasts born with psychic power.”

“Psychic power is not a force born in modern times, nor is it exclusive to humans. They have always coexisted with us. Any intelligent being could potentially become a psychic, but most enemies with this potential have already been exterminated by us.”

“Those beings we once called gods or demons, those monsters recorded in legends, all truly existed.”

“We used to pray to them in caves, built altars to offer sacrifices of our kind to them, but we also forged weapons to kill them, then cut off their heads to decorate, because they obstructed our survival and ambitions.”

“Progress always comes with slaughter, just as all great things require sacrifices to be forged.”

“Humans are cruel beings; we will crush any creatures that threaten us, whether they are gods or unexpected guests.”

“I can understand those ignorant ones who are fearful and want to sabotage the great Zero project. I believe you can also understand why I must kill you.”

“And now, driven by ambition and pride, I will resurrect those monsters, study them, and command them to fight.”

“After you die, I will reintroduce them into the ecosystem, creating an environment more suitable for psychics.”

His pride almost overflowed, his contempt was clearly visible. He believed that in a one-on-one duel, without interference from his kind, Mo Wen could not kill him, and these monsters he temporarily resurrected could kill Mo Wen.

He even saw Mo Wen trembling.

Though these creatures were not the same as those who had killed Mo Wen, avenging himself with these substitutes was a special experience for him.

So, he began to kill.

Giant serpents capable of strangling mountains had their heads severed; beasts that summoned icy winds were sliced in two; packs of hunting demon wolves were cut in half...

Blood gushed like waterfalls from the wounds, turning into clouds and rain, soaking Mo Wen’s body, staining him with blood. They fell into the golden waves beneath his feet but did not pollute them even a bit; instead, they sank straight to the bottom.

The enemy admired Mo Wen’s resistance, and just as Mo Wen’s figure was covered by the monsters, his consciousness plunged into complete darkness.

Suddenly lowering his presence, Mo Wen completed the assassination, shook off the corpse hanging on the Dragon Blade, then directly slashed at the dark rift at the edge of this area.

The cut and twisted space was sliced open, returning to its normal state, revealing another enemy behind it with a haughty expression aimed at other psychics.

Then, once again, a slash, a kill.

Mo Wen paid no attention to the comrades he had saved but continued the cycle.

Pierce the rift, slash, kill...

“Not a chance!” A strong psychic shockwave crashed into Mo Wen’s mind like a giant wave smashing rocks, shaking him not at all but splashing a vast spray.

The sensation was very familiar, reminding Mo Wen of an acquaintance.

Invisible.

Although he had always used Ren Sisi’s appearance before and never saw his true face, Mo Wen still remembered his psychic power.

Mutable, secretive, yet equally resolute.

And now, such psychic reactions appeared more than two hundred thousand times...

Angels, or rather beings with pure white steel wings growing from their backs, emitting light as they inhaled and exhaled. They shared the same face, arranged like a legion before Mo Wen, clad in armor, one hand holding a gun, the other a sword.

The weapons in their hands were not for swinging but to arm their minds, making them sharper. Their armor was not to block enemy attacks but to show they had transformed into warriors, no longer human.

This enemy’s will far surpassed the weaker ones Mo Wen had just slain. His restrained rage was about to erupt.

Mo Wen did not know how he had transformed into this state, but he did not need to explore such matters.

Between enemies, no words were necessary, only a burning hatred to completely erase the other.

Groups of angels flew to Mo Wen’s sides. They were not hard to kill; even if they died in swarms, causing more pain to other “Invisible” agents, they could not deal enough effective damage to Mo Wen.

But their power was not limited to that.

“Disappear into ashes!”

More angels gathered in the sky, harnessing the power of the halo that had appeared above Zero’s head at some unknown time, directing their attack at Mo Wen.

A premonition similar to when the war satellite fired its photon blast surfaced deep in Mo Wen’s heart.

An attack powerful enough to leave scars on the earth suddenly exploded.