Chapter 38: The Million Beast Tamer (2)

Pfft!

The sharp pink starlight spear tip, wrapped in pure Magic Power, pierced fiercely into the charging Touch Monster—if that writhing mass of flesh made of mucus and tentacles could even be called a “head.”

A dark green, foul-smelling viscous liquid sprayed out instantly!

Mu Yurou swiftly pulled back her spear, eyes alert as she scanned her surroundings.

They were surrounded!

All around, dozens of twisted, deep-sea, rot-scented Touch Monsters shrieked with a scalp-tingling screech, closing in step by step!

Each one… emitted Magic Wave equivalent to a Bud-level Magical Girl!

Huang Xi pressed close behind Mu Yurou, her Magic Staff in hand humming without pause!

“Shu! Shu! Shu!”

Pure white, seed-like Seed Magic Bullets shot out, striking the approaching monsters with precision, exploding mucus and severed tentacles, momentarily slowing their advance.

But there were simply too many monsters—relentless, fearless of death!

What the hell is going on?!

Mu Yurou’s heart was filled with confusion!

She’d just wanted to go on a happy date with someone she liked.

And bring her Elder Sister along for some fresh air, see if she could feel a bit happier…

But what happened?!

The entire Amusement Park turned into a living hell in an instant!

Elder Sister… Elder Sister should’ve escaped with the crowd by now, right?

No…

The thought barely arose before she crushed it herself.

With Elder Sister’s personality—charging against danger, searching for her no matter what—

She was probably… still trapped in this Blood Prison!

Just like during the School Attack Incident a few weeks ago!

A huge wave of worry clutched at her heart!

“Xiao Rou! Duck!”

Huang Xi’s scream, sharper and more urgent than ever before, exploded in her ear like thunder!

Mu Yurou’s combat instincts left her no time to hesitate!

Her body dropped instantly!

Shhh—!

At the same moment, a thick Shadow Tentacle, the end splitting open into a gaping maw lined with fangs, whistled past her head like a venomous snake!

Strands of silver hair, sliced off by the force, floated slowly through the blood-colored air!

“Bang——!!!”

Almost simultaneously!

Huang Xi’s charged strike crashed down!

A pure white orb of magical light burst like an exploding Dandelion, striking the ambushing Touch Monster dead-on!

Boom!

Chunks of sticky flesh and severed tentacles flew in all directions!

The monster’s massive body was pierced and torn apart by the violent energy!

“That was close…”

Mu Yurou gasped, heart racing, cold sweat soaking her back.

The two pressed tightly back-to-back, breathing heavily, eyes locked warily on the sea of monsters stirring once more.

Their shared body heat and heartbeats were their only support in this blood-red inferno.

Huu——!

At that moment!

A dark red meteor, radiating a dense, bloody, ominous aura, crashed down with overwhelming pressure not far in front of them!

The ground caved in, blood-tinged dust exploding upward!

As the smoke cleared!

A Grand Priest, masked with a Blasphemous Sigil of an octopus, clad in a deep red ritual robe, stood revealed!

He hovered half a foot above the ground, and from beneath his wide sleeves, a tentacle covered in slick scales, tipped with suckers and claws, gripped a bizarre black Staff of the Ram’s Skull, its head embedded with a constantly rotating, sinister eyeball!

Thick black Magic Power writhed around the Magic Staff like a living thing!

“Magical Girls…”

The Grand Priest’s voice came through the mask, like a frigid wind from the Abyss, carrying a blasphemous, fanatical chill that shook the soul.

He slowly raised the Staff of the Ram’s Skull, the eerie eye locking onto Mu Yurou and Huang Xi.

“…With your pure blood… and wails of despair…”

“…sacrifice… and please… the supreme Father God!”

His murmurs, like the vilest of curses, echoed through the bloodstained air.

***

Inside the Abandoned Warehouse.

Dim light filtered through the broken ceiling, casting blood-red beams across the dust-covered floor.

The air was thick with the scent of rust, ancient dust, and… a faint, sickening, ritual-tainted saltiness.

Mu Xi stood in the center of the cleared space, her silver-red eyes examining the massive Blasphemous Ritual Array drawn in dark, viscous substance on the floor.

A twisted, many-eyed Blasphemous Sigil of an octopus radiated a maddening, soul-chilling aura.

“‘Million Favored Ones’…”

Mu Xi whispered the heavy name.

An ancient, mysterious, extremist cult.

A group that existed even before the appearance of Abyssal Beasts.

Its origin had long been buried in the mists of history, no one knowing the exact age.

All that remained was their twisted faith—worship of an Evil God who reveled in chaos.

They called themselves the children of that Evil God, believing chaos and destruction were the ultimate truth of the universe, seeking to “please” their deity through bloody massacres and chaotic madness, praying for its “gaze” and “blessing.”

Mu Xi’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.

Gods?

Who would believe in such things.

In her eyes, they were nothing but madmen, cloaking their twisted cruelty and bloodlust in the illusion of “faith.”

A grandiose excuse.

“Million Favored Ones…”

Mu Ming’s voice echoed from the deepest shadows of the warehouse.

Her form blended into the darkness like ink, only her crimson eyes gleaming with knowing light.

“…This isn’t the kind of trouble those two… little hothouse flowers can handle.”

Her tone was lazy, almost unconcerned, but utterly precise.

Mu Xi turned her gaze toward the darkness.

“How do you know so much about them?”

Her voice was probing.

“Eight years ago…”

Mu Ming replied with a strange, almost documentary calm.

“…You and Xiao Baihe… raided one of their underground lairs in Haibin City, didn’t you?”

“You found a lot of… ‘interesting’ documents inside…”

“Action Reports…”

Her crimson eyes narrowed as if recalling.

“I remember… quite clearly, too.”

Mu Xi froze for a moment, a subtle flicker crossing her silver-red gaze.

That memory… had indeed faded in her mind.

Details of the battle, contents of the documents… all buried beneath heavier memories.

“I can barely remember anymore…”

She admitted softly, a tinge of complexity in her voice.

“Your memory is… really something…”

In the darkness, Mu Ming’s lips curved in an unreadable arc.

Deep within her crimson pupils, some unspeakable emotion churned.

The reason I remember so clearly…

Isn’t because my memory is good…

It’s because…

The thought flowed silently in her heart, carrying a trace of bitterness and weight.

But she didn’t say it aloud.

Changing the subject, her tone turned serious and direct:

“To set up a ritual of this scale and trap the entire Amusement Park…”

“Their Grand Priest… is at least Abyssal-class.”

“It’s time to get Xiao Rou back…”

Mu Ming’s form emerged from the shadows, crimson eyes meeting Mu Xi’s.

“They can’t handle this.”

To Mu Xi, her younger sister’s safety was paramount!

“Let’s go!”

She didn’t hesitate anymore, dashing out of the Abandoned Warehouse in an instant!

Mu Ming’s shadowy form followed like black smoke merging with her own, vanishing into the blood-red light at the warehouse entrance.