Chapter 381: Supreme Disaster Beast, a National Disaster, Will Devour You

Yggdrasil.

This Supreme Disaster Beast, sent by Youmir, was a giant sea serpent from Norse mythology that could encircle the human world. It belonged to the giants and was even more terrifying than the towering Titan born during the Forbidden Zone incident.

Just like Tartarus under Khaos, which had long slept beyond the planet in the Shadow Dimension, Yggdrasil was also Youmir’s contingency plan, having descended into the human world after several tremors over seventeen years aided by Pure White.

At this very moment, it covered half of Sea City. Its excessively huge body, upon descending from the deep dimension to reality, immediately attracted the attention of satellites high above.

The World Python, like the myth said, was so vast that it could blot out the sky and its outline was visible from the planet’s surface—a moving natural disaster. Even a gentle breath stirred hurricanes in the upper atmosphere.

No one could imagine the devastation Sea City of Daxia Country would suffer if such a colossal creature truly landed there.

In fact, this was exactly what defined a Supreme Disaster Beast.

Any one of them possessed the power to easily destroy old civilizations. They were the most terrifying war machines under the Calamity God, and in critical moments, could bear that authority and sweep through the world as apostles of the gods.

Boom, boom, boom…

High above, a heavy and violent roar suddenly erupted. Rolling thunder flooded the bright daylight, and a figure, completely blood-red and ferocious-faced like a red ogre deity, stepped out.

The red ogre deity’s massive and muscular body resembled a mountain. It bathed in scorching lightning, with a drum depicting three comma-shaped magatama silently rotating behind it, sounding a roar that shattered the atmosphere. Holding a great sword and thunder mace, it lowered its gaze upon the earth.

—Takeminakata.

In Dongliu mythology, this figure was revered as the god of thunder, swords, archery, and war. Personified, Takeminakata was dispatched by Tenno-Gochu, manifesting as a calamity that brought disaster to the nation.

Meanwhile, amid the rolling thunder’s inundation, the distant clouds in the airspace were dyed with a sacred radiance, refined into a spiritual substance scattering brilliant particles of light. They formed a scene that embraced heaven, singing hymns that cleansed souls.

A red glow slashed through the sky; an angel descended in the form of a dragon, displaying three pairs of wings as large as skyscrapers. It seemed composed of translucent energy, wrapped in scorching light, with its form shifting with its thoughts.

The next moment, it returned to its original appearance.

Six wings and four heads, formless and colorless, it was enshrouded in blazing fire, encircled by melodies praising God. Like an immense luminous body, it illuminated the vast Sea City, instantly allowing millions to hear the melodious holy song.

——Seraph.

This Seraph, recorded in the Old Testament, was the highest rank among divine messengers. It was the singer of praise, manifesting God’s love and greatness. Now it had been sent to the human world to save all beings.

The performance venue.

Xie Qing Yu, Elise, and Dorothy all took action simultaneously, nearly reflexively activating Blooming Flowers, preparing to soar into the sky to expand their magical realm and protect the Sea City below.

But the next moment, warm, lively, passionate waves like an enchanting fairyland overwhelmed the entire venue like an endless ocean. They formed a pillar of light shooting through the clouds, covering the sky above Sea City and blocking the aftereffects caused by several Supreme Disaster Beasts’ arrival.

The Last Diva’s everyday clothes faded away, replaced by magic armor constructed from magical energy.

The girl’s long hair cascaded down her back. Her gown, predominantly frost blue, matched with a floating rainbow-colored ribbon of light. Golden hair ornaments adorned her all over. Musical notes and forget-me-not light shadows intertwined and fluttered, looking exquisitely beautiful and incredibly magnificent.

At the same time, a wand shaped like a sacred fan appeared in her hand.

This was a classic design. The wand used by the magical girl Sakura also referenced the sacred fan employed in Catholic liturgy, usually made of thin membranes, peacock feathers, or fine cloth.

But the one in her hand now resembled a cluster of crystalline flowers stacked and spirally blossoming—an artwork. At the wand’s tip, in the center of intersecting rings, the forget-me-not flower core played out the cycle of life and death. It looked both like decoration and a microphone used by an idol.

“This is not all the enemies.”

“Leave them to me, everyone protect Little Qing.”

Charlotte said nothing. Her thoughts wove into the tidal wave, communicating silently with all the magical girls. By the time the others reacted, she had already teleported to high above.

The girl waved her wand, instantly slicing through various localized layers of time and space, causing the many terrifying anomalies in the sky that frightened the populace to abruptly vanish. She held the wand with both hands, lowering her gaze as she softly sang a melody. The enchanting tune spread for miles, covering the sacred song.

In the next moment, the magic of [Decorate Phantasm] officially began, and one after another, Charlotte stepped out from the void, entering the temporary prisons of the enemy’s alternate space, each confronting Takeminakata, Tartarus, Seraph, and Yggdrasil respectively.

But to restrain a disaster beast of this level, even the Taboo Technique could not hold for long; without endless magical power to support it, the alternate space would soon completely collapse, allowing this group of calamities, capable of easily destroying Sea City, to break free.

Anyone could see that this was an exceedingly arduous battle.

Any one of the enemies had once been a world-ending existence capable of annihilating continental plates and flattening ancient civilizations.

Even though the Disaster group had been suppressed by the Pure White for many years, leaving them weak and far from their prime,

at the same time, not yet having officially [fully bloomed], forcibly relying on [Decorate Phantasm], deceiving future time to gain the ability to open [Blooming Flowers], along with the sea’s magical power of The Last Diva, they also were not in their peak state.

Under such circumstances, fighting four opponents alone was entirely forcing oneself.

But…

Since four Calamity Gods had already dispatched their true trump cards, it was unreasonable for the other Calamity Gods to remain inactive.

In the worst case, even more Supreme Disaster Beasts, apostles, bishops, and the Disaster group would descend upon Sea City together.

The Countermeasures Bureau had dispatched many captains, but compared to a situation akin to a final decisive battle, the manpower here was overwhelmingly insufficient.

But why?

Could the Disaster group have realized Little Qing’s decisive role in the Dazzling Stage plan and preferred to perish together, risking many Calamity Gods dying alongside, just to suffocate her?

No, it might also be a feint.

Chu Yuanqing, as the Pure White, was equivalent to the king in chess.

Before the Shining City was completed, humanity could not lose the Pure White.

This time, with the Disaster group reigning over Sea City, their purpose might be to force them into dispatching more magical girls stationed in the forbidden zone back for reinforcement, thereby seizing the opportunity to liberate more power and authority.

This was an open and legitimate stratagem: either send more captains to reinforce or directly relocate Chu Yuanqing, abandoning this performance, even relinquishing the entire Sea City.

No matter which option, humanity would lose.

Charlotte’s thoughts were chaotic; she vaguely felt she had overlooked something, but as the spell disintegrated, the magic essence wildly drained, and with… the anomalous movements transmitted from afar again, her focus returned to the battlefield.

Throughout the city, crimson shadows rose; they entangled and collided, devouring each other in frenzy, piling up into a thick, massive mountain of flesh with those pulsating, scarlet, writhing double eyes.

That was the Beast of Love under Amahl, the apostle of gluttony—Beelzebub!

This apostle, who had been hiding in Sea City for a long time, finally revealed itself after several Supreme Disaster Beasts launched a full attack; it sneered as it opened its blood-red maw, the Mark of Gluttony spreading like a scarlet sea, writhing and flooding, ready to begin the “holy feast,” turning the entire Sea City into a banquet.

Xie Qing Yu’s blue eyes froze with emotion. Many images flickered through her mind: pale hands, broken vows, withered blue roses, corpses vanished in embrace, and… everything about Su Wan, everything about Xu Yan.

How incredible it was that her long-stagnant magical power limit, at the moment she truly saw Beelzebub, surged forth like a wave bursting its chains, rolling and expanding in her soul. Anger and sorrow transformed into the rain of evolution, bringing forth the thunder of a soul breaking free from its shell.

The girl’s Magic Armor changed; the blessings of [Blooming Flowers] wrapped around her more densely, the sea of violet flowers grandly blooming in place. She listened to her breath, controlled her breathing, commanded the magic essence, soared beyond the speed of sound and heat barriers, rushed into the sky, stepped onto the clouds, her skirt fluttering.

The Flames of the Underworld burned fiercely, like tides swelled by the rising and falling of her soul.

Xie Qing Yu, wielding a magic field that dominated the energy domain, transformed into a sharp blade and pierced through the blood sea built by the authority of Gluttony. Her move was too risky, equating to willingly accepting Beelzebub’s flesh and blood; one misstep could twist and corrupt her, turning her into a monster.

And indeed, that was what happened.

Even beings of pure will were affected by concept-level powers; not to mention that before becoming magical girls, they were ordinary humans with feelings and desires.

It could be said that the Beasts of Love under Amahl were the type that most restrained magical girls.

Xie Qing Yu was no exception, yet she seemed to forget this, as the Flames of the Underworld swept across the crimson sea, plundering and burning all the Marks of Gluttony.

At that moment, the power from Beelzebub followed the magic essence to trace the soul, began to control the five senses, distort the self, and infinitely amplify the hunger, corroding the will, polluting the magic essence, attempting to taint the Lantern Gem.

After Xie Qing Yu devoured millions of Marks of Gluttony, halting the crisis engulfing the entire city, she seemed to abandon herself, almost mad; she consumed her own arms, chewing, swallowing, vomiting, then drooling uncontrollably—repeating this cycle endlessly.

In pain, torn by hesitation and struggle, wracked with anger and sorrow, reminiscing and laughing loudly.

From the outside, the scene appeared grotesque and insane.

Even though Blooming Flowers had rendered her flesh and bones intangible, and all she ate were violet petals, with flower juice staining her lips, little Elise and Dorothy were still deeply frightened; both angrily wanted to intervene but were inexplicably stopped.

High above, Charlotte guessed something; her gaze was complex, but she said nothing.

Beelzebub smiled as he overlooked the witch. Compared to the flesh and souls of millions of humans, the entirety of a captain-level witch’s being was far more valuable. By devouring Xie Qing Yu, the Disaster group behind him could better analyze, explore, reproduce, and plunder this power.

Thus, this Beast of Love generously offered more bait. It needed Xie Qing Yu’s soul, flesh, and magic to brew the first delicacy since its revival—the witch feast!

1 scoop, 100 portions, 1,000 portions, 10,000 portions…

This authority was enough to turn half a city into a feast, to suppress the magic essence wielded by the magical girl, reach the limits of her psyche, transforming such miraculously beautiful beings into food symbolizing shattered hope and fallen dreams.

But a strange occurrence unfolded.

Beelzebub had calculated Xie Qing Yu’s limits, and when her magic could no longer suppress the Mark of Gluttony, the witch’s soul deep within would swell and erupt, igniting a frenzy that spawned even greater magical power.

Beelzebub endlessly piled on bait.

Xie Qing Yu’s magic expanded boundlessly.

This abnormal event, unfolding within moments, plunged them both into a bizarre stalemate.

Beelzebub could not comprehend the situation.

Charlotte, however, understood that Little Yu was in an extraordinarily complex and special state.

Xie Qing Yu knew that without activating Full Power Mode, she stood no chance against Beelzebub, yet she still refused to sacrifice her Lantern Elf and walk the future foretold in the prophecy.

Therefore, she chose to face Beelzebub’s Mark of Gluttony head-on, confronting her past nightmares, risking her life to endure pain like Su Wan’s—or even greater—atoning for her sins, forcing herself to accept all that had transpired, remembering the suffering Beelzebub had inflicted upon her friends.

Ultimately, amid boundless hunger and madness, she distilled fiercer, stronger, purer courage, love, and anger, truly awakening the shackles sealed within her heart—the Lantern Elf Violet she had borne early, imprisoned behind mental barriers.

This battle would only have two outcomes.

Either she would be devoured by Beelzebub.

Or she would give birth to a greater “Gluttony” and consume Beelzebub!

Xie Qingxuan’s eyes flushed crimson. She looked up at the fortress-like monster in the sky, silently chewing violet petals, and began playing on an electric guitar formed from little butterflies.

The melody of the song was chaotic, noisy, fragmented—yet under her fingertips it swiftly coalesced into completeness, expressing anger, sorrow, and loneliness, veering toward a rock style.

Unlike her past performance of “Butterfly of the Underworld,”

this yet-to-be-formed song resembled an unfinished spell, seemingly responding to the magical girl’s heart. It gradually became a miracle, chewing on the power from Beelzebub amidst growing fierce and lonely rage, transforming into the string sound within a turbulent sea of clouds, burning with madness.

Beelzebub sensed the anomaly. It attempted to retract its scattered authority but realized that it had woven an illusory conceptual chain with the witch. To reclaim its bait, it must devour her.

Deep within the soul, violet radiance shimmered. New magical patterns etched and spread along the branches, outlining a true name recognized by the stars—

[Love of Nemesis].

The music and notes Xie Qing Yu played became unending chains of vengeance that pierced through their flesh. She seemed indifferent to pain as she looked at the Beast of Love tearing flesh in the sky, smiling as she wiped flower juice from her lips and whispered,

“I will use my rock and hers to eat you.”