# 1142
Chapter 1143: Origin Collision
[Mourning Song].
An Qingyu had only taken out this most dangerous forbidden artifact from the Baili family a handful of times.
On one hand, it wasn't always possible to have Shen Qingzhu nearby to constrain the air and prevent friendly fire. On the other hand, this forbidden artifact only revealed its true power when facing a massive horde of enemies.
As [Mourning Song] echoed outward, the bodies of the demons diving from the front ranks began to petrify into sand, and even their black wings became riddled with holes.
Deprived of their wings' flapping, the demons' flight speed decreased noticeably. It was this brief delay that allowed Lin Qiye to flash past the blockade above the blood pool.
The gale swirling around him lifted the crimson waters on both sides. That crimson figure passed through the curtain of water and landed on the ice before the black crystal!
In Lin Qiye's eyes, the black crystal's reflection was crystal clear.
This black crystal was roughly the size of a fist, its edges marked with tiny cracks, as if it had been broken off from somewhere. Pure darkness flowed around the black crystal, its core as transparent as glass, captivating to behold.
But Lin Qiye had no intention of appreciating it.
His eyes blazed with dazzling golden light. His right hand rose high, and a supremely concentrated darkness flowed from Lin Qiye's heart into his palm, condensing into a black sphere.
The moment this black sphere appeared, the night descended like a tide from Lin Qiye, instantly染了大半的血池，就连深红色的天空都以肉眼可见的速度黯淡下来。
At this moment, it seemed as if all the night in the world had been compressed into Lin Qiye's palm.
This was the first time Lin Qiye had forced the Night's Origin outside his body, because doing so was incredibly dangerous.
For one, the Night's Origin's aura could easily attract the covetous attention of other gods. For another, this Origin had already sprouted branches of Lin Qiye's own Night abilities. Once the Origin was damaged, all his derived abilities—including [Night Flash], [Night Descends], and [Star Splitter]—would disappear entirely.
But now, Lin Qiye couldn't afford to worry about any of that.
He gripped the Night's Origin in his palm. A狠色闪过眸中，他重重地将它砸向黑晶！
Bang—!!
The moment the Night's Origin collided with the Hell's Origin, a deafening roar erupted. The entire blood pool was shaken several meters into the air like a fountain. The demons in the sky and An Qingyu's group were simultaneously swept back nearly a hundred meters, nearly tumbling into the blood pool.
Lin Qiye, who had been closest to the point of collision, directly spat out a mouthful of blood and tumbled into the blood pool like a broken kite.
Just as his body was about to touch the blood pool's surface, Lin Qiye endured the excruciating pain and dissolved into a streak of night, vanishing on the spot.
The next moment, he reappeared beside the black crystal.
Lin Qiye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was deathly pale. He ignored the tearing pain in his mind and fixed his gaze on the black crystal's surface.
After the two Origins collided, the black crystal's surface showed absolutely no damage—not even a single scratch. Likewise, the black sphere in Lin Qiye's palm remained unchanged.
Was the force insufficient?
Lin Qiye clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and raised the Night's Origin in his hand once more.
"With force to move mountains, with spirit to盖世!" Lin Qiye roared, slamming the Night's Origin down again!
Bang—!!!
A storm even more terrifying than before swept through, directly blasting Lin Qiye's body outside the blood pool. Those swept away along with him included the demons in the sky and An Qingyu's group.
As the two Origins compressed and repelled each other, a terrifying crimson vortex coiled beneath the black crystal.
Lin Qiye stumbled to his feet from the ground. His right arm had already snapped. Dazed and dizzy, he looked into the distance, only to see the overwhelming demon army had returned to the sky above the Hell's core, swooping toward them with menacing intent!
Lin Qiye's eyes were bloodshot. He gripped the Night's Origin in his hand and let out a reluctant roar before bursting forward with all his remaining strength!
Bang—!!!
The third thunderous collision rang out. This time, Lin Qiye's body plummeted like mud, falling toward the churning crimson vortex below.
Just then, invisible threads pulled at Lin Qiye's waist, hoisting him bodily off the blood pool's surface and onto an air platform suspended in mid-air.
"Qiye! Qiye!" An Qingyu anxiously called out.
Lin Qiye's chaotic consciousness was dragged back to reality by the calls. He gritted his teeth and shook his dazed head, only to discover all seven orifices were bleeding.
He seemed to remember something and turned to look at the blood pool below. The black crystal still floated unharmed in the pool's waters. The previous collision hadn't even budged it.
Likewise, the Night's Origin in Lin Qiye's palm showed no change.
"This method won't work." An Qingyu, knowing what Lin Qiye was thinking, shook his head and said, "I saw it just now—your Night's Origin never actually touched the Hell's Origin. Between them seems to exist some kind of natural repulsion. No matter how hard you try, they can't come into contact...
Perhaps only a Divine System Origin can destroy a Divine System Origin."
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye's pallid face stiffened slightly, then an indescribable frustration and unwillingness surfaced within his expression.
Failing to destroy the Hell's Origin, having fully exposed themselves to the demons' gazes—what awaited them now was the encirclement and suppression by thousands of demons ranging from "Unmeasured" to "Klein" levels, not to mention the annihilating strike of Seraph corpses comparable to Chief God level.
It wasn't just the four of them—even if a god had come, there would be no possibility of survival.
They had lost the gamble, utterly and completely.
Just as Lin Qiye fell into silence, Shen Qingzhu, standing on the air platform, slowly rose to his feet.
He swept his gaze across the countless demons diving toward them from the sky, then lowered his head to light a cigarette, placing it between his lips and taking a deep drag.
Clang—!!
That crimson figure, exhaling smoke, calmly drew the Straight Blade from his waist.
His gaze was as sharp as the blade's edge.
"Give the order, Captain." Shen Qingzhu spoke calmly. "Let these monsters witness... who the real madman is."
A beast driven to desperation is just as terrifying as a deranged lunatic—always a nightmare for their enemies.
And [Night Curtain] was more ferocious than any beast, more terrifying than any madman.
Lin Qiye opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.
"We had no retreat from the start, didn't we?" Shen Qingzhu met Lin Qiye's eyes. "Dying on the battlefield is the finest ending for a Special Squad...
Now is the time for us to carve our final exploit, except this time, there will be no witnesses."
Lin Qiye's gaze swept over An Qingyu, Shen Qingzhu, and Jiang Er in turn. After a moment of silence, he let out a self-deprecating laugh and braced himself to stand.
"So we've finally come to this, have we..."
"Fine then."
"At least this way of dying is better than being pathetically trapped to death in a cave."