Black Magic Rose Chapter 28
byChapter 28: The Accomplices’ Waltz
The absolute silence of the Eternal Night Palace was broken by a new rhythm. It was no longer a single energy flow, but the low hum produced by two powerful forces, originating from the same source yet vastly different, as they probed, collided, and finally merged with each other. Wen Jingheng stood in the center of the hall, no longer in the disheveled and confused state he was in when he first arrived. His eyes were closed, and the black-gold energy swirling around him was no longer wildly overflowing. Instead, it was obedient and lethal, flowing at his fingertips as if guided by his will. Following his intent, it sometimes transformed into an unbreakable barrier, and other times condensed into an unstoppable sharp blade.
Shu Yijin leaned against a high stone beam, his bare feet dangling and swaying rhythmically. In his hand, he toyed with a rose condensed from pure dark energy. The edges of the petals shimmered with a dark red luster, mirroring the color in his eyes. He appeared nonchalant, yet his gaze never left Wen Jingheng below, as if admiring his most prized creation slowly taking shape.
“Contain your killing intent, do not suppress it,” Shu Yijin’s voice echoed ethereally through the hall, carrying a seductive rhythm. “Let it integrate into every breath, every heartbeat. When you strike, it should not be a bursting volcano, but rather… a silent tide, drowning everything.”
Wen Jingheng followed the instruction. He recalled the cold, almost indifferent desire for destruction he felt when he destroyed the Wen Family lab, and he settled and refined that fierce hatred, transforming it into a deeper, more enduring source of power. He slowly raised his hand, palm up, and a cluster of black light, condensed to the extreme, appeared. Within it, stars seemed to be born and extinguished, emitting a terrifying suction that slightly warped the surrounding light.
“Very good.” The corner of Shu Yijin’s mouth curved into a satisfied arc. He flicked his finger, and the petals of the dark rose scattered into streaks of light, merging into the black glow in Wen Jingheng’s palm, making it even more profound. “The essence of destruction is ‘nothingness,’ it is ‘stillness,’ not clamor. You learn quickly.”
He floated down from the stone beam, his bare feet touching the ground silently, and came to stand before Wen Jingheng. They were extremely close—so close that Wen Jingheng could clearly see himself reflected in Shu Yijin’s crimson eyes: a cold-eyed, sinister-looking stranger.
“Then, it is time for the next… ‘performance,’” Shu Yijin extended his hand, his fingertip lightly touching Wen Jingheng’s chest, directly over the Black Rose mark. A pure, ancient Evil God power, originating from the same source as his own, surged in. It was not nourishment, but rather… resonance and guidance. “The target this time is an important stronghold of the Supernatural Administration Bureau located in the Southwest. It stores a lot of research data concerning ‘Source Blood’ and… how to ‘purify’ unstable elements. I imagine you will find it very interesting.”
A flash of cold killing intent crossed Wen Jingheng’s eyes. Purify? Were they going to “purify” him like a malfunctioning weapon?
“The data is yours,” Shu Yijin leaned close to his ear, his breath cold and carrying a mischievous smile. “As for the ‘cleanup’ work inside, I leave that to you, my accomplice. Let me see how many… ‘noises’ your ‘tide’ can drown.”
Space was torn open again. This time, the other side of the rift no longer led to the stillness of a deep mountain laboratory, but to the unique restlessness of a city outskirts, mixed with industrial clamor and the hum of energy barriers. A massive complex, like a steel behemoth, sprawled across the land. Towering alert posts, dense detection runes, and the pervasive, chilling atmosphere of an official organization all attested to the strict security of the place.
Wen Jingheng stepped through without hesitation. Shu Yijin chuckled, following like a shadow, but the moment he entered the rift, his form blurred, as if melting into the shadows, leaving only a faint, yet clearly perceptible presence that Wen Jingheng could sense.
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Outside the Third Energy Reaction Laboratory of the Supernatural Administration Bureau Southwest Branch. A fully armed patrol team was moving along its designated route. The captain, a grim-faced Level Five supernatural, suddenly raised his hand, and the team instantly stopped.
“There’s an abnormal energy fluctuation! Very faint… but… very strange!” The captain’s expression was serious as he vigilantly scanned the surroundings. The night was deep, and the beams of the searchlights cut through the darkness, but revealed nothing unusual.
“Captain, is it a false alarm from the monitor?” a team member whispered.
Before the words were finished, a sudden change occurred!
The shadows beneath their feet seemed to come alive, creeping upward like viscous oil, instantly wrapping around everyone’s ankles! The shadows carried an icy chill and a powerful binding force, preventing these experienced supernaturals from even crying out before they were forcibly dragged into the deeper darkness, without even a ripple being made.
The shadows dispersed, leaving the spot empty, with only the night wind howling.
Inside the laboratory, the highest level alarm shrieked! Blinding red light enveloped the entire space.
“What’s going on? The outer patrol team lost contact! The energy barrier is being eroded by an unknown force! Intensity… cannot be calculated!” The main control room descended into chaos.
The heavy alloy door was violently smashed inward from the outside by an utterly brutal force. It slammed into the control room like a cannonball, crushing several precision instruments into fragments! Through the dust, Wen Jingheng slowly walked in. He hadn’t even used the newly learned “techniques”; merely the purest physical strength and energy projection were enough to make him unstoppable.
“Enemy attack! It’s Wen Jingheng! He defected to the Evil God!” A senior supervisor recognized him and screamed in terror, simultaneously pressing a red button.
Instantly, several energy beams capable of instantly vaporizing steel shot out from concealed launchers in the ceiling and walls, precisely locking onto Wen Jingheng! At the same time, complex runes lit up on the floor, and a powerful gravity field instantly pressed down, enough to flatten a tank into a pancake!
A flicker of impatience crossed Wen Jingheng’s eyes. He didn’t even bother to raise his hand; he simply willed it. The black-gold energy field that constantly surrounded him rippled slightly.
Boom—!
All the incoming energy beams exploded half a meter from his body as if hitting an invisible wall. The scattered energy, in turn, wrecked the surrounding facilities! And the gravity field, powerful enough to crush a tank, felt like a gentle breeze on him, failing to even stir the hem of his clothes.
“Monster… he’s a monster!” The surviving guards were terrified, their weapons practically slipping from their grasp.
Wen Jingheng’s gaze swept over them, cold and devoid of any human emotion. He raised his foot and lightly stomped.
Buzz—!
An invisible shockwave radiated out from him! In its path, the alloy walls twisted and deformed like paper, precision instruments burst into a shower of parts, and the terrified guards were struck by an invisible giant hammer, spitting blood as they flew backward, slamming into the walls, their bones shattered!
He walked like a disaster incarnate, leaving only destruction in his wake. There were no flashy moves, no angry roars, only a crushing dominance of absolute power that inspired despair. He walked precisely toward the database, and every obstacle in his path, whether physical or energetic, crumbled before him.
Meanwhile, in the shadowy corners that no surveillance camera could capture, Shu Yijin was leisurely “strolling.” He did not directly participate in the killing, acting more like a discerning audience member appreciating a drama he had personally orchestrated. Occasionally, he would casually flick his finger, and a wisp of black flame would fly out, silently reducing certain deeply hidden backup servers or control panels attempting to initiate self-destruct sequences to nothingness. His movements were as elegant as if attending a dinner party, forming a stark and eerie contrast to Wen Jingheng’s direct and violent destruction.
The two, one in the light and one in the dark, one violent and one elegant, cooperated with uncanny synergy. Wen Jingheng was the devastating flood, crushing all tangible enemies; Shu Yijin was the shadow, like a creeping disease, erasing all traces of existence and contingency plans. There was no communication between them, yet they seemed to share a single consciousness, each step landing exactly where the other needed it, each strike filling the subtle gaps in the other’s power coverage.
This was less like a battle and more like a… dance. A two-person waltz, composed of destruction and death, exclusive to accomplices. Wen Jingheng was the powerful, forceful male lead, and Shu Yijin was the light, elusive, and omnipresent female lead. They danced to the mournful wail of alarms and the roar of collapsing architecture, gracefully moving through this steel fortress that symbolized order and rules, trampling everything into fragments.
Wen Jingheng punched through the last encrypted door of the database. Inside, several researchers in white coats were frantically trying to destroy the core data. Seeing Wen Jingheng descend like a demon god, they completely collapsed, slumping to the floor.
Wen Jingheng didn’t spare them a glance, his eyes fixed on the central terminal emitting strong energy fluctuations. He reached out, his powerful mental force forcibly breaking through the final data firewall. A massive amount of information flooded into his mind like a tide—analysis of the “Source Blood,” plans for his “purification,” secret dealings between the Wen Family and the high-ranking officials of the Supernatural Administration Bureau, and… a series of top-secret documents signed by his father, Wen Zhenghong…
The cold killing intent surged again, but this time, it transformed into a deeper, almost eternal chill. He had obtained the “answers” he sought, and these answers completely annihilated the last faint spark of hope he held for humanity.
He turned and walked out of the database. Outside, Shu Yijin was waiting, a new dark rose dancing on his fingertips, his smile demonic.
“It seems the harvest was good?” Shu Yijin tilted his head and asked.
Wen Jingheng did not reply, simply raising his hand and making a grasping motion toward the massive complex behind him.
Rumble—!
The entire Supernatural Administration Bureau Southwest Branch, starting from its foundation, collapsed inward and was annihilated, like building blocks crushed by an invisible giant hand, amid a deafening roar! Finally, it turned into a massive cloud of dust mixed with energy turbulence, soaring into the sky on the horizon!
The destructive frenzy reached its climax at this moment, then abruptly ceased.
Shu Yijin looked at the ruins, his crimson eyes gleaming with extreme pleasure. He walked up to Wen Jingheng and reached out, not as an invitation, but naturally linking his arm with Wen Jingheng’s, like partners after a dance.
“A good dance, my accomplice.” Shu Yijin’s voice was laced with a lazy huskiness, his breath brushing Wen Jingheng’s ear. “Next, it’s time for a bigger ‘dance floor.’”
The Space Rift opened again, and their figures vanished into the raging dust and the lingering aura of destruction. Only a deadly silent ruin remained behind them, bearing witness to this cruel and magnificent dance of accomplices, which heralded the prelude to the world’s collapse.