45: Burn, Fallen Warlock!

The blast wave was unavoidable, and even with layers of protection, Meng Yun was already severely injured.

As a mere Level 5 Arcane Master, he didn't directly pass out, but rather relied on his indomitable will, repeatedly pulling himself back from the brink of death's hypnosis.

Indomitable will, always unyielding.

His sanity had dropped to zero. Once sanity falls into negative numbers, it means one's degradation.

Ordinary people become walking corpses.

Arcanists become Fallen Arcanists who devote themselves to darkness.

Meng Yun walked forward resolutely, the aftershocks of the explosion were endless, even though his body was already dilapidated, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse, he pressed forward with indomitable will.

He could feel that his sister was there, Vivian was there.

A-level combatants, covered in wounds, cried out as they fled from the center. Meng Yun, expressionless, casually cast a Wind Blade, smoothly severing the head of one of them.

An A-level combatant was merely at the Arcane Master level.

As an Arcane Master, Meng Yun, possessing the Arcane Star trait, was far stronger than others.

Level 5 Arcane could easily break through to Level 6 power.

Everyone in the Foundation, including himself, was an accomplice to the executioner.

Just kill them.

Anyway, in this simulation, he would most likely stop here.

Since that was the case, why not kill them all, turning the world upside down, to vent Vivian's anger!

In a flash, another fleeing A-level combatant ran over. He saw Meng Yun, then looked at the still-warm corpse on the ground, and was consumed by rage.

"Die!"

He held a heavy hammer, crackling with electricity, and smashed it towards Meng Yun's head.

"Wind Imprisonment." Meng Yun easily cast a Level 6 Arcane, and a whirlwind prison suddenly appeared.

The assailant was firmly trapped by the invisible whirlwind, unable to advance or retreat.

"Mere Wind Imprisonment, what can it do to me?" He scoffed with disdain.

This was merely a supportive Arcane; as long as he didn't foolishly crash into the barrier, he wouldn't be harmed.

"Heh." Meng Yun shook his head and snapped his fingers.

The already constructed spell changed instantly; Wind Imprisonment transformed into Wind Annihilation.

A two-in-one, compound spell.

The storm shifted, instantly eroding and devouring the person.

Yes, his self-created new Arcane.

First capture, then kill.

Looking at the A-level combatant who had been sliced into thin paper, Meng Yun advanced again.

Efficiency still needed improvement.

Meng Yun's actions finally attracted more Foundation combatants.

Three A-level combatants, led by an S-level combatant, formed a encirclement and attacked Meng Yun.

The leader, holding a Black Sword, was precisely the S-level expert who had previously torn through the city wall with a single sword strike.

With a single sword slash, Wind Blade sword energy shot towards Meng Yun's throat, and at the same time, the three A-level combatants almost simultaneously leaped up.

"Level 6, Earth Protection."

Countless earth elements converged, forming a thick elemental wall around Meng Yun; just by its thickness, it was over two meters!

Clang, clang--!

A grating, cutting sound rang out; that Wind Blade, which could easily cut through city walls, only carved shallow marks on the earth wall!

Meng Yun's Level 6 defensive Arcane could already withstand at least Level 7 attacks!

The sounds of attack were incessant. Meng Yun, inside the earth wall, felt a deep sense of powerlessness welling up within him.

He was at the end of his rope.

He no longer had the strength to unleash a stronger attack.

Perhaps when the wall broke, that would be the time of his death.

"Vivian..."

Meng Yun, still concerned about the girl's safety, couldn't help but murmur.

His physical strength gradually declined, his body was becoming numb, and his vision began to dim.

Listening to the increasingly intense, seductive, endless whispers in his ears, Meng Yun gradually closed his eyes.

He had tried his best.

See you in the next simulation.

I'm sorry,

Vivian.

His consciousness began to blur, began to sink.

He fell to the ground, and the crystal ball quietly slipped from his backpack.

The brutal and rampant elemental aura inadvertently activated it.

The images belonging to Meng Yun and Vivian played over and over again in front of Meng Yun.

"May the one and only Vivian in the world be forever happy and joyful."

Meng Yun suddenly opened his eyes.

He was wrong, terribly wrong.

Completely wrong.

He still had a chance.

That was to let his sanity collapse and become a Fallen Arcanist!

Countless demonic sounds pierced his ears. Meng Yun no longer resisted, but instead relaxed his mind and began to immerse himself in them.

Under the effect of Arcane Star, he easily understood the profound spells contained within.

Those were dark spells from the abyss of degradation.

A powerful and dangerous Fallen Arcanist was thus born.

Almost at the same time, his earth wall could no longer bear the burden, instantly collapsing and returning to its elemental form.

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

"He can't escape!"

Amidst the fearful or gleeful gazes of the three A-level combatants, the S-level middle-aged man, holding the Black Sword, slowly approached Meng Yun.

"9527?

I've heard of you."

He pointed his longsword at Meng Yun, a puzzled expression on his face: "Why are you resisting the organization?"

Meng Yun felt a certain power reviving in his body and slowly stood up.

He casually plucked a visible red thread and issued a soul-searching question to the S-level combatant: "Did you really wage war for justice and peace?"

The moment he became a Fallen Arcanist, Meng Yun saw the red threads that sealed the world.

It meant that in this world of Arcane and contained objects, there were still demonic seeds.

Therefore, Meng Yun had reason to suspect that the Foundation's occasional massacres against the Anti-Resistance Army were actually providing blood sacrifices for the demonic seeds to advance.

The Foundation had very likely become the pawns of the demonic seeds.

As for enacting strict laws, it was merely to provide sufficient and reasonable excuses for more and better slaughter of civilians.

"Naturally, it is for the Foundation's justice."

As an S-level member and a beneficiary, his inner will was unshakable.

"Pathetic."

Meng Yun scoffed, flicked his finger, and a cluster of blue-black flames suddenly appeared from the other party's feet.

Since there was no repentance, then let Hellfire purify his sins.

For the first time, a look of utter horror appeared on the S-level combatant's face.

He found that his power, sanity, and even life force were rapidly draining away as the blue-black flames burned!

In his panic, he cleanly severed his legs with his Black Sword, but the eerie flames miraculously reappeared from the severed parts of his legs, completely unavoidable!

"Fallen Arcanist, you've become a Fallen Arcanist!!"

"9527, 9527, stop now!"

"Please stop!"

"9527--!!"

In just a few breaths, the once invincible S-level combatant vanished completely in the raging flames.

"You all go too."

Meng Yun snapped his fingers, and the three A-level combatants also ignited where they stood.

Their angry, fearful faces were fiercely licked by the blue-black flames.

"Meng Yun... Meng Yun!"

"You've finally come..."

"I know, you can hear my voice..."

"Come, join me, and purify this sinful, filthy world!!"

The same demonic voice echoed in Meng Yun's ears.

"Get lost." He said.

To save the girl, to see his sister again, you did not hesitate to lose your sanity and become a Fallen Arcanist.

Regardless of A-level or S-level, in your hands, they were nothing but mere cannon fodder, all annihilated.

Under the bonus of indomitable will, you still adhered to the last shred of humanity's bottom line, not being misled by the demonic seeds, nor consumed by the desire for slaughter.

Statham sensed the danger. He manipulated the dilapidated World-Destroying Witch, bringing her before you.

"Kill him, kill 9527."

"He is a Fallen Arcanist, a sinner of the world."

Statham floated in the air, hiding far away in a safe zone.

The World-Destroying Witch, covered in dirt, dilapidated, and barely clothed, walked barefoot, step by step, from the center of the explosion towards Meng Yun.

Her eyes were hollow, her limbs stiff, like a broken puppet.

The gem on her chest flashed with intense red light. The girl raised her hand, and violent wind element fluctuations had already locked onto Meng Yun.

"The President's, command is, absolute..."

"9527, clear... 9527, clear."

Yet, tears flowed from her seemingly empty and lightless eye sockets.