21st Century Necromancer-Chapter 834 - 830 Summoning Dingyuan·Part 2

834: Chapter 830: Summoning Dingyuan·Part 2

834 -830: Summoning Dingyuan·Part 2

Under the golden body power of Monk Xinyuan, the Vajra Pestle fell like a golden meteor into the Divine Domain of Tenmangu Shrine.

Shortly after, a deafening rumble echoed through the night sky above Tenmangu Shrine.

Cracks of golden light appeared in the darkness, as if a massive porcelain-like object had been shattered from within.

Seeing the Divine Domain of Tenmangu Shrine beginning to crack, Monk Xinyuan struck again.

The fire blazed behind the head of the Vajra Body of the Wrathful Deities, and another magic artifact in the Six-Armed Golden Body transformed into radiant light, striking the already crumbling Divine Domain of Tenmangu Shrine.

The thoroughly weakened Divine Domain of Tenmangu Shrine could no longer withstand the blow and finally shattered completely.

Golden cracks burst outward, and golden radiance erupted from within, akin to bleeding molten gold.

As the golden brilliance spilled forth, the entire Divine Domain of Tenmangu Shrine disintegrated like a smashed egg.

With a thunderous roar, it was completely obliterated.

A sudden flash of golden light illuminated the night sky, revealing a structure resembling Tenmangu Shrine overhead.

However, this structure was largely collapsed, as though it had been struck by something immense.

The ground supporting the dilapidated structure was emitting golden light, which cascaded down like blood, sprinkling onto the remnants of Tenmangu Shrine below.

When the golden light scattered, the cocoon nurturing The Dingyuan suddenly pulsed with urgency, as though yearning for those vital energies.

Chen Yu gestured lightly, and the golden radiance in the sky was drawn toward him, channeling into the cocoon, which transformed into pure gold in an instant.

As the Divine Domain of Tenmangu Shrine crumbled, Monk Xinyuan, already inside the shrine, struck again with the Dharma Sword of his Six-Armed Golden Body, slicing away a corner of the main hall.

Meanwhile, his other hand brandished a monk’s staff, smashing it forcefully against the ground of the shrine, creating enormous craters.

Along with the destruction of Tenmangu Shrine, its oppressive force was completely wiped out.

The Power of Faith belonging to The Dingyuan finally coalesced from the void, pouring into the now-golden cocoon.

“Did they really think they could use the suppression of Tenmangu Shrine to imprison The Dingyuan forever?

Dream on!” Chen Yu scoffed at the sight of the Power of Faith converging as predicted, spitting in disdain at the devastated Tenmangu Shrine while harboring deep resentment toward Ono Ryosuke from a century ago.

Ono Ryosuke had used the remains of The Dingyuan to construct Dingyuan Pavilion, not only to humiliate the Beiyang Fleet and China of the time but also to exploit the powers of Tenmangu Shrine to suppress the nation’s spirit embodied by The Dingyuan.

Such malice is evident, so much so that even a century later, Tenmangu Shrine persists in this endeavor, refusing to return the remains of The Dingyuan to China.

Now, since you’re unwilling to return them, I’ll take them myself—if breaking a few things along the way is an “accident,” then so be it.

Tenmangu Shrine, being a prominent local landmark, had no shortage of nearby residents.

The events of this night—the wrathful Dharma Aspect appearing, the shattering of the Divine Domain, and the destruction of Tenmangu Shrine—had awakened many in the vicinity, leading to numerous calls to the authorities.

Police cars and fire trucks were now racing toward the scene with sirens blaring.

Neither Monk Xinyuan, who had just destroyed Tenmangu Shrine, nor Chen Yu, who had summoned The Dingyuan, paid any attention to the developing chaos.

The two merely stood quietly, gazing at the glowing cocoon above Dingyuan Pavilion, sensing the turbulent creation of the soul within and waiting for it to hatch.

Having absorbed the golden radiance released upon the destruction of Tenmangu Shrine, the century-old Power of Faith of The Dingyuan, as well as the spiritual nature of relics from The Dingyuan Battleship stored in Dingyuan Pavilion, the new Ship-girl emerging from the cocoon was undoubtedly far stronger in foundation than any summoned by Chen Yu in the past.

The reason lay in the golden radiance dispersed when the Divine Domain of Tenmangu Shrine was obliterated.

That brilliance represented the Shrine’s accumulated divinity, and it was precisely this divinity that had allowed Tenmangu Shrine to suppress the national spirit tied to The Dingyuan.

Now, all of it had been claimed by The Dingyuan’s Ship-girl, becoming the nurturing fuel for her birth.

Under the expectant gazes of Chen Yu and Monk Xinyuan, the golden cocoon grew to its peak.

After a moment of trembling, it burst open.

As the dazzling light from the cocoon faded, a woman clad in a black cheongsam materialized in the air.

The woman hugged her knees, curling her body inwards.

Her jet-black hair was intricately bound, her eyes shut tight, and she lacked any visible ship equipment unlike other Ship-girls.

Her eyes slowly opened, and as she stretched her limbs, she descended gently onto the ground.

Gazing at Chen Yu with crimson eyes, she gave a formal bow and said, “The flagship of the Beiyang Fleet, Dingyuan-class Armored Warship Dingyuan, greets Admiral.”

“Hello, Dingyuan,” Chen Yu greeted her simply, his heart heavy with sentiment.

“Thank you, Master, for granting solace to the souls of those fallen soldiers.

On behalf of my comrades of old, I offer my deepest gratitude.” After greeting Chen Yu, Dingyuan bowed earnestly to Monk Xinyuan, expressing her appreciation for his prayers for the Heroic Spirits of the fallen Beiyang Fleet.

“Lady Ship-girl, there’s no need for such formalities.

This is not the right place for conversation; we should speak elsewhere,” Monk Xinyuan replied, his palms pressed together in a gesture of respect, while politely suggesting a change in location to both Chen Yu and Dingyuan.

Meanwhile, the sound of sirens grew louder and closer.

Chen Yu felt no objection to the proposal.

He nodded and looked toward Dingyuan.

Dingyuan raised no opposition either.

But as they departed with Chen Yu and Monk Xinyuan, she glanced back at Dingyuan Pavilion, her expression laden with complexity.

Noticing Dingyuan’s gaze, Chen Yu reassured her, “Don’t worry.

There will be opportunities.”

Dingyuan nodded gently before leaving the scene with Chen Yu and Monk Xinyuan.

The three of them relocated to a secluded spot, where Chen Yu began inquiring about Dingyuan’s circumstances.

“My ship’s hull still lies stranded at its site of wreckage.

The Japanese Barbarians only stripped a few items from it to build Dingyuan Pavilion, aiming to suppress the national spirit of China that I represent.

This is why I currently lack ship equipment,” Dingyuan explained to Chen Yu, a faint blush coloring her face.

“Additionally, I am now at the strength of a demigod.

I once held the Divine Duty to guard Huaxia Maritime Borders, but that role has since been transferred to the new guardian of Huaxia and no longer rests with me.”