Chapter 37: The Million Beast Tamer (1)

The fleeing people finally approached the amusement park’s main gate—a symbol of hope and escape!

Just as the foremost part of the crowd was about to surge through the turnstile and out to safety—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of heavy impacts rang out!

The people at the very front crashed into an invisible, unbreakable wall, rebounding violently with a force that sent them sprawling to the ground with agonized screams!

Panic, like a spark in a barrel of oil, ignited even greater chaos in an instant!

“What the hell is this?!”

A burly man, his nose bleeding and forehead swollen, struggled to his feet, roaring in fear and anger.

The exit was right in front of them—the sunlight and freedom within reach!

But that unseen Barrier cruelly cut off every path of escape!

“G—God! The sky! What’s happening to the sky!!”

Even sharper screams erupted from the crowd.

Everyone involuntarily looked up.

Above, the once bright sun had become a massive, eerie Blood Sun, dripping with thick dark red light.

It hovered like a demon’s eye, coldly gazing down at the desperate ants below.

At the same time, a giant, semi-transparent Energy Barrier glowing with ominous blood light had sealed the entire amusement park like an overturned bowl.

The sky turned a nauseating dark red.

Twisted, bloody shadows spread across the land, covering the once colorful park with a shroud of death.

Everyone was trapped inside this blood-soaked slaughterhouse.

***

Beneath the blood-red sky, outside the highest gondola of the slowly turning Ferris wheel—

A figure stood against the wind.

It was Zhang Xia, head of the Red Sea City Magic Association.

She wasn’t inside the gondola, but stood directly atop the cold metal frame, steady as a rock.

Her eyes, aged yet sharp, gazed coldly at the hellish scene below.

Twisted tentacle monsters rampaged through the blood-drenched land, scattered human limbs and screams completing the picture of madness.

The stench of blood seemed to pierce space, reaching her nose.

Beside her, a thick, writhing black mist—alive and silent—gathered.

The mist churned and contracted, then solidified into the form of the Grand Priest: wearing a blasphemous octopus mask and a deep red ritual robe.

He floated in midair, eyes behind the mask blazing with fanaticism.

“How is the plan proceeding?”

Zhang Xia’s voice was cold and emotionless, still watching the massacre below.

“Thanks to you…”

The Grand Priest’s words vibrated through the mask, trembling with suppressed excitement and madness.

“Very soon…”

He spread his arms wide as if to embrace the entire blood-red sky.

“…Here! The grandest symphony of destruction shall sound! Let it become the most brilliant firework of flesh and blood! All for the pleasure of our supreme Father God!”

Zhang Xia’s lips curled into a faint, icy arc.

“I should leave now.”

Her words were decisive.

“Oh?”

The Grand Priest’s tone feigned disappointment.

“To be honest…you’ve done so much for us, cleared our path…whether it was luring the Abyssal Beast to tear open the defense shield, or helping our people infiltrate this place…your contributions are immense…”

His crimson gaze locked onto Zhang Xia through the slits of his mask.

“I’d much prefer you stay…to enjoy the final performance with us!”

“I didn’t do all this…”

Zhang Xia abruptly turned, her old eyes fixed on the Grand Priest.

“…To please that twisted Outer God you worship.”

“Our deal…should move to the next step.”

“Of course…of course…”

The Grand Priest retreated half a step, his voice soothing.

“The great Father God will fulfill His promises. His gaze will surely fall upon us.”

“Your wishes…will be answered…please, be at ease…”

His words slithered like a devil’s whisper.

“That’s for the best…”

The madness in Zhang Xia’s eyes dimmed slightly, but the flames of obsession remained.

She no longer looked at the Grand Priest.

Instead, she reached into her arms and reverently took out an object.

It was a Diamond Crystal, about the size of an egg, jet-black as the deepest night.

Inside the crystal, countless tiny, twisted nebulae slowly rotated, emitting pure waves of darkness.

She pressed the crystal tightly to her chest.

Between her lips, she spoke two icy words:

“Transformation.”

Buzz——!

In an instant!

Thick, blood-red magical light burst from her body like a volcanic eruption!

It swallowed her figure whole!

The aura was violent, destructive, and ominous!

Within the light, her ordinary clothes turned to ashes.

They were replaced by a Magic Battle Dress—a dress as red as solidified blood, its sharp-cut hem fluttering like a torn battle flag!

Her eyes grew even sharper, and within them flared a hint of suppressed, near-destructive madness!

The magic rippling from her body had reached the terrifying level of Abyssal-Class!

She showed no hesitation.

With her right hand—fingers like a blade—she slashed the air behind her!

Rip——!

Space itself tore like cloth!

A Teleportation Gate edged with dark red energy, swirling with chaos inside, materialized instantly!

Zhang Xia cast a final glance at the hell below and the floating Grand Priest, then stepped into the gate.

Her figure vanished.

The gate snapped shut, leaving only a trace of blood-red magical embers drifting in the air.

***

Shortly after Zhang Xia’s departure.

On the blood-drenched plaza below the Ferris wheel, overrun by monsters—

A pure white light and a vibrant yellow light flared through the chaos like blades.

As the light faded, two figures were revealed: Lily of the Valley and Dandelion.

Their grips tightened on their staffs, eyes resolute, as they plunged into battle with the twisted octopus monsters.

Sacred Lily of the Valley blossoms and resilient Dandelion Seeds bloomed defiantly against the blood-red backdrop!

Floating above, the Grand Priest’s scarlet gaze instantly locked onto the two bright lights below.

“Magical Girl…”

His voice beneath the mask was tinged with bloodlust and profane excitement, like a viper scenting fresh prey.

“…Your pure blood and agonized screams shall be the sweetest offerings for our Lord!”

***

Outside the blood-red barrier.

The massive, semi-transparent Energy Barrier, flowing with thick blood light, sealed the entire park—locking away despair and madness like amber.

Blood-red mist twisted and writhed along its surface, blocking all sight and detection from the outside.

At the first blare of the alarm, Olivia had already mobilized every Magical Girl in Red Sea City and rushed to the park perimeter.

They floated midair, faces grim as they stared at the wall of blood between life and death.

“Damn it!”

Fury blazed in Olivia’s icy blue eyes.

She dove, her fist—charged with Abyssal-Class magic—striking the barrier with a shrill sonic boom!

Thud——!!!

The impact was so heavy it could stop a heart.

Yet the immense force merely made the bloody light ripple before absorbing it completely.

The Barrier didn’t budge.

“The energy level of this Barrier…”

Olivia pulled her fist back, knuckles pale.

“…It would take a full-powered Abyssal-Class strike just to shake it!”

She instantly assessed the situation.

“Everyone stand back!”

She barked, white light exploding from her.

Hovering before the barrier, she raised her right hand high!

Pure, overwhelming magic converged wildly.

In her palm, a weapon took shape: a splendid Magic Revolver forged of holy light!

Sacred runes flowed along its barrel, the muzzle glowing like a tiny sun!

This was her trump card—a destructive shot created by compressing all her magic.

“Holy Judgement!”

Her cry rang out, clear and cold!

Bang——!!!!

A pure white beam of energy tore through the air, smashing into the blood barrier like a divine spear of judgment!

Boom boom boom——!!!

The earth-shaking explosion ripped up the ground, hurling debris everywhere!

Wuwangwo and the others nearby were nearly swept off their feet by the shockwave!

As the light faded…

Olivia’s blue pupils contracted sharply!

A crack had appeared in the blood-red barrier.

One shot wasn’t enough?

Then she’d fire again—

A barrier so strong, so steeped in blood and chaos…

A name flashed in her mind—a name that sent chills down her spine.

“Million Favored Ones…!”

Mu Xi watched the scene before her, speaking softly.

The moment she realized the entire park had been sealed, she broke away from the panicking crowd.

Trusting her heightened senses, she quickly slipped into the most secluded corner of the amusement park—a long-abandoned Logistics Warehouse piled with rusted parts and broken props.

The warehouse door hung half-open, thick with dust and the stench of iron.

She silently slipped inside.

The lighting was dim, only a few beams of blood-red daylight piercing the ruined roof to create eerie pillars.

But what she saw was bizarre beyond belief.

At the center of the cleared warehouse floor—

A massive, profane Ritual Array had been drawn in viscous, dark red substance—like rotting blood.

At its core—a multi-eyed, tentacled sigil radiated madness and dread.

It perfectly matched the Sigil of the Cult from a forbidden organization in her memory.

The air reeked of blood and salt.

With the experience and intuition of a top Magical Girl, she instantly grasped the true source of the terror engulfing the park.