Black Magic Rose Chapter 27
byChapter 27: Overture of Vengeance
There was no cycle of sun and moon within the Eternal Night Palace; the passage of time could only be vaguely perceived through the subtle rhythm of the runes flowing across the dome. Wen Jingheng sat cross-legged on the massive, dark crystal platform, his eyes tightly closed. A thin layer of constantly twisting and shifting black-gold mist enveloped him—the outward manifestation of the energy overflowing as the two opposing forces within his body were forcibly merged and subjugated.
Shu Yijin leaned against a naturally formed black stone pillar nearby, his posture languid, yet his crimson eyes never left Wen Jingheng, like the most demanding mentor scrutinizing every breath of his student. He twirled a strand of ink-black hair between his fingers, his expression seemingly casual. In reality, every tremor of energy and every painful spasm within Wen Jingheng was clearly relayed back to him through the symbiotic Black Rose mark.
“Control it, do not be controlled by it.” Shu Yijin’s voice echoed in the vast hall, cold and devoid of emotion. “Anger and resentment are excellent fuel, but foolish venting will only burn yourself out. Compress and condense your pain, your despair, your hatred for this world, turning it into the sharpest blade at your fingertips.”
Fine cold sweat beaded on Wen Jingheng’s forehead, his jaw clenched tight. The process of merging the powers was far more agonizing than imagined, like forcibly kneading ice and fire together. Every inch of his meridians endured the torture of tearing and reshaping. Uncontrollable images flashed through his mind: Wen Zhenghong’s icy gaze, the energy beams of the encirclement team, the world’s scornful contempt… These scenes acted like poisonous thorns, agitating his previously calm mind, stirring up violent waves, and accelerating the surge of the Chaotic Energy.
“Yes, just like that.” A satisfied curve appeared at the corner of Shu Yijin’s lips, as if he were admiring a gradually forming work of art. “Remember this feeling, remember everything they took from you. This is the true source of your power.”
Just then, the black-gold mist surrounding Wen Jingheng abruptly contracted inward, followed by a thunderous eruption! A wave of energy, far purer and stronger than before, spread out from him, rustling the hair on Shu Yijin’s forehead.
Wen Jingheng suddenly opened his eyes! His eyes, once clear and sharp, were now deep as ancient wells. In their depths, a point of icy golden light intertwined and flashed with a trace of demonic crimson, radiating a chilling wickedness and immense power. He slowly raised his hand. Above his palm, a walnut-sized, constantly twisting and rotating black-gold energy sphere silently materialized. It contained destructive power yet was remarkably stable.
He had succeeded. He had gained initial control over the power belonging to the “accomplice.”
Shu Yijin clapped softly, the sound exceptionally clear in the silent hall. “Very good, faster than I expected.” He walked up to Wen Jingheng, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement. “Then, it’s time to collect some interest. Our ‘old friends’ must be getting impatient.”
He stretched out his hand and slashed through the air. The space before them tore open like a curtain, revealing a Space Rift. On the other side, a brightly lit, modern complex of buildings, hidden deep within mountains and dense forests, was faintly visible. Strict security and the light of energy detectors could be vaguely seen.
“The Wen Family Seventh Secret Lab,” Shu Yijin said lightly, as if introducing a tourist attraction. “It’s mainly responsible for researching how to ‘safely’ extract and utilize the Source Blood power within you, and of course, they also dabble in little gadgets designed to restrain ‘unstable factors.’ Consider it an… appetizer for you.”
Wen Jingheng looked at the scene through the rift, his gaze icy. That place was one of the sites where his “value” had been exploited, and a microcosm of the Wen Family’s countless dark dealings. Fury and the desire for destruction surged in his chest, but it was no longer the frantic rage of before; it had transformed into a cold, bone-chilling killing intent.
He said nothing, simply stepped forward, and entered the Space Rift. Shu Yijin chuckled softly, following him like a shadow.
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In the main control room on the third underground floor of the lab, the lights were bright. Complex data streams flowed across the huge screens, and several researchers in white coats were nervously recording energy reactions. The lab director, a white-haired, sharp-eyed elder, was roaring into a communicator:
“The energy shielding field must be maintained at maximum strength! The Elder Council Secret Order is absolute—no abnormal fluctuations must be leaked before the ‘Purification Procedure’ is perfected! Especially…” He lowered his voice, “Especially signals that might be related to the ‘Source Body’!”
Just then, a piercing alarm blared without warning throughout the entire lab! Red warning lights flashed frantically!
“What’s going on?!” The director was aghast.
“Report! The outer defense array has been forcibly torn apart by an unknown force! Energy level… undetectable!” The monitor operator’s voice was tearful.
“High-energy reaction detected internally! In… in Sector B corridor!”
The alloy door of the main control room exploded with a crash! Shrapnel flew everywhere like bullets! In the smoke and dust, two figures slowly emerged.
Wen Jingheng, walking in front, was shrouded in a faint black-gold mist. His eyes were cold. With every step he took, the alloy floor beneath his feet silently melted and indented. Shu Yijin followed half a step behind him, as relaxed as if taking a stroll, his crimson eyes playfully sweeping over the heavily armed guards and the panicked researchers before them.
“It seems we are not very welcome,” Shu Yijin chuckled.
“Enemy attack! Maximum alert! Kill on sight!” the director shrieked hysterically.
Dense energy beams shot out from all directions! The Wen Family’s elite guards reacted swiftly, forming a battle formation with practiced ease. Various restraining talismans and energy weapons instantly locked onto the two intruders.
Wen Jingheng was expressionless. He simply raised his hand. The black-gold energy sphere in his palm silently flew out, suddenly expanding in the air, transforming into a massive, constantly rotating energy vortex! All incoming attacks plunged into the vortex like mud oxen entering the sea, failing to even stir a ripple!
The next moment, the vortex reversed! Energy beams, multiplied several times over and mixed with a dark power that eroded everything, reflected back at an even more ferocious speed!
“No—!”
Screams, explosions, and the sound of twisting metal instantly filled the entire space! The guards’ battle formation was ripped apart like paper. Bodies were thrown like rag dolls, slamming into the walls and turning into blurred masses of flesh and blood. Advanced energy weapons overloaded and exploded the moment they touched the reflected energy, blowing their owners to pieces.
Wen Jingheng walked through this purgatory, which he had created with his own hands, his expression utterly devoid of emotion. Once, he would have felt pity for the loss of every life, but now, he only felt a chilling calm. These collaborators deserved death.
Shu Yijin walked beside him, flicking a strand of black flame from his fingertip, precisely igniting the struggling researchers and precious experimental data. The flame was an eerie black. It burned without heat, yet it could incinerate all matter, including souls, into the most fundamental nothingness.
“Good efficiency,” Shu Yijin commented, his tone appreciative. “But you could be more elegant. Destruction is an art.”
Wen Jingheng ignored him. His gaze penetrated the layers of alloy walls, locking onto the innermost secret chamber that radiated intense energy fluctuations—that was where the Wen Family stored the Source Blood samples they had plundered over the years, perhaps even stripped from him, along with the core research data.
He threw a punch. There were no fancy moves, just the purest outpouring of power. The heavy alloy door of the secret chamber was instantly struck by an invisible giant hammer, twisting, deforming, and then exploding with a roar!
Inside the chamber, countless crystal conduits emitting a soft glow were connected to a central cultivation tank. Suspended within the tank was a single golden drop of blood, brimming with immense vitality—the Source Blood sample belonging to Wen Jingheng! Surrounding it were countless data terminals recording the extraction, analysis, replication, and even attempts to contaminate this power.
Looking at that drop of his own blood, studied and utilized by others like an object, the last trace of human emotion vanished from Wen Jingheng’s eyes. He reached out and clenched his hand in the air!
“Puff!”
The cultivation tank, along with the drop of Source Blood and all the surrounding data terminals, was instantly crushed and compressed by an invisible, immense force, finally turning into a cloud of Annihilation dust.
Complete destruction.
Only after completing this did Wen Jingheng slowly turn around. The entire Wen Family Seventh Secret Lab had been reduced to silent ruins, with only black flames burning soundlessly, consuming the last traces of evidence.
Shu Yijin walked up to him, looking at the scene of destruction, his crimson eyes filled with pleasure. “How does it feel?”
Wen Jingheng was silent for a moment, feeling the emptiness after the release of power and a twisted sense of satisfaction. He slowly uttered two words:
“The beginning.”
Yes, this was only the beginning. The overture of vengeance had sounded. Next would be a symphony of destruction sweeping across the entire world. He and Shu Yijin, these two accomplices abandoned by the world, would join hands to send this hypocritical order straight to hell.
The Space Rift reappeared, and the two figures vanished into it. They left behind only a silent ruin and the lingering, soul-shaking aura of destruction in the air.