She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 75 A Wake-Up Call

Anastasia's oval face showed a rare expression of exasperation.

She had just been tricked, which was why she was momentarily stunned, and that's why the white-haired old woman was rescued right under her nose.

Anastasia was furious. Her delicate features became ferocious and distorted. She was always the one who schemed against others. When had she ever suffered such a great loss? It was an absolute disgrace!

Anastasia didn't care about Montague's plan or tonight's objective. All she wanted now was to kill the white-haired old woman and her accomplices, or be killed by them. Nothing else mattered.

If anyone else were here now, they would notice that Anastasia's condition is clearly off. Her original calmness, composure, and those qualities that set her apart from other transcendents have all disappeared.

Emotional abnormalities, or even loss of emotional control, are a thorny problem that all transcendents must face, and even those at the catastrophic level must deal with them with caution.

Anastasia has always done a good job in this regard, but tonight she has lost control.

Anastasia, still unaware of her own abnormality after the fierce battle, leaped after the attacker, her mind solely focused on how to kill the calamity-level white-haired old woman.

For a sophisticated and efficient killing machine, hunting down its prey is a simple matter.

The strong smell of blood and burnt food in the air could guide them, and their superb speed made the pursuit a breeze.

Even if the person who rescued the white-haired old woman is skilled and fast, the seriously injured old woman will ultimately be a burden and will definitely slow down that person's speed.

Therefore, Anastasia gave chase without any hesitation. She didn't care if there were ambushes along the way, nor did she care who rescued the white-haired old woman. All she wanted to do now was kill.

"Stop...stop now..."

Anastasia, who was in pursuit, heard a soft voice in her ear.

The voice was very soft and weak, yet exceptionally clear, as if it were echoing in her heart.

"Stop... Have you forgotten who you are...?"

The voice was very soft and weak, like a whisper in a dream, yet it was incredibly clear.

Anastasia, who was in pursuit, was very agitated. A voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, was affecting her, weak but unstoppable.

"Stop... Go back..."

The voice suddenly became urgent, like a gentle mother urging her child to come home late.

Anastasia grew increasingly agitated as she pursued them, her anger burning fiercely and her bloodlust surging ever higher.

"Go back quickly...go save Montagu..."

The voice was still urging Anastasia on, kind and urgent, like a mother growing increasingly anxious.

But the more the voice urged her on, the less Anastasia would stop; she had already followed the smell of blood and burning into the city.

The Shangcheng District should be bustling and vibrant at night, with crowds of people and heavy traffic. However, tonight, the district is filled with panic and anxiety.

Shops on both sides of the street had their doors and windows tightly shut, and pedestrians on the street were panicked and running around in a hurry. Occasionally, you could see a few bold and curious people shading their eyes with their hands and looking out at the Jinghe River in the distance.

First came a terrifying flash of lightning and thunder, followed by a blinding light that illuminated the city as if it were daytime. Anyone who wasn't deaf and blind could tell that something terrible had happened on the Jinghe River outside the city.

The terrified shopkeepers quickly closed their shops and the panicked pedestrians hurried back home, not daring to linger or play outside any longer. Only the bold and curious would stop and watch.

Just then, Anastasia burst into the city with her sword, plunging into the panicked crowd. Her appearance exacerbated the chaos.

Anastasia's coat was covered in charred holes, and the lining was even more damaged than the coat, unable to conceal her graceful curves, with her fair skin faintly visible.

Judging from her appearance alone, the woman with white hair and tattered clothes looked like a madwoman who had escaped from a mental hospital. The key point is that she was holding a sword. What if she went crazy and started slashing and killing people in the street?

The panicked crowd scattered and fled. Even those who had stopped to watch earlier put away their curiosity. Jinghe was outside the city, but the madwoman with the sword was right beside them.

Most people panicked and fled, but a small number of concerned citizens found the patrolling police officers and reported the unusual situation they had discovered.

The patrol officers dared not delay and, without continuing to maintain order on the street, immediately followed the concerned citizens to the scene.

By the time the officers arrived, Anastasia had already followed the scent to another block.

Anastasia, barely clothed, leaped onto a half-height building and stood on the roof, looking around as she continued her search for the white-haired old woman.

The chaotic and bustling city diluted the smell of blood and burnt food in the air, and the crowded streets provided shelter for the fleeing old woman. Anastasia lost her target for a moment and was unable to find her enemy.

Anger arises from the heart, and evil thoughts spring from the gall.

Under the influence of the mutated power, her emotions became increasingly unstable, and her mind gradually began to twist.

At this moment, Anastasia actually wanted to swing her sword at the crowd. As long as everyone on the street was dead, the fleeing white-haired old woman would naturally have nowhere to hide.

Her silver-white hair danced in the air, her dark eyes were a deep crimson, and Anastasia slowly raised her slender, jet-black sword. With this strike, the bustling street would immediately fall silent.

Just then, alarm bells rang in Anastasia's mind. She turned around abruptly and slashed her sword at the empty night sky.

The sword flashed, its momentum soaring to the sky. It seemed as if a gap had been cleaved in the deep blue night sky, and orange-red flames suddenly lit up. The night sky, as blue as velvet, exploded into a dazzling burst of fireworks.

With her white hair, Anastasia lightly touched the ground and shot into the night sky like an arrow. The three-bladed sword blade gleamed coldly, its sword energy deep and chilling, its power overwhelming. Like a shooting star, it pierced the sky and tore apart the deep blue night sky.

"Anatasia!"

Another dazzling firework exploded in the night sky, turning everything around it orange-red.

Anastasia flipped back onto the roof, the sharp tip of her sword pointing directly at the bright, warm flame, and at the figure within it.

"Anatasia Angel!"

A figure in the bright firelight roared, accompanied by a faint, clear cry that pierced the depths of the heart.

Anastasia stood frozen in place as if she had been hit on the head, the slender sword in her hand slowly hanging down, and her scarlet eyes gradually returning to normal.

"It's you. What are you doing here?" Anastasia said, her tone filled with hostility.

"What's wrong with your hair?" The firelight dissipated, revealing a tall, thin figure—Father Lawrence of Fagar Church.

"That's none of your business," Anastasia said. "You haven't answered my question yet."

Although Anastasia's murderous intent was waning and her surging bloodlust was being suppressed, her emotions were still quite overtly expressed.

"I received a call from the Bureau of Investigation. They want me to step in and comfort you," Father Lawrence said, taking off his coat and tossing it to Anastasia from a distance.

Anastasia did not refuse; she ripped off her own coat and then draped the priest's coat over herself.

"What's wrong with your hair?" Father Lawrence asked again. "Also, your condition just now was very strange, very dangerous."

It's better to come early than to come by coincidence.

Father Lawrence noticed the chaos in the crowd on the street, so he stopped by to take a look.

Fortunately, Father Lawrence appeared in time and diverted Anastasia's attention, thus preventing a horrific massacre.

"None of your business." Anastasia's tone softened slightly, but she was still unwilling to reveal too much about herself. "It's quite a spectacle tonight. A Montague has actually triggered so many natural disasters."

The seriously injured white-haired old woman is a natural disaster, and the person who rescued her is probably no less than a natural disaster. Then there's Father Lawrence appearing halfway through, plus Anastasia herself. Is this a natural disaster rampant in Gloria, or a collective team-building exercise for the natural disasters?

"Gloria hasn't seen a natural disaster in many years," said Father Lawrence, who had seen rolling thunderclouds and lightning on his way there.

"Then what happened to me tonight?" Anastasia retorted. "Was I just unlucky?"

Father Lawrence lowered his head awkwardly, a hint of confusion flashing in his worldly-wise eyes. He hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

After all, Gloria hadn't seen a natural disaster strike in many years. Who could have imagined that the crisis facing the Montague family would alarm so many natural disasters? If you didn't know better, you'd think there was a coup!

"From now on, serve your Lord well and don't try to play any tricks or schemes like others."

Anastasia paused for a moment, then continued, "He looks like a cunning old fox who can't figure things out; just looking at him is annoying."

These words were full of resentment. She had been tricked tonight and hadn't been able to catch the person who tricked her, so naturally she could only vent her anger on Father Lawrence.

If this resentment isn't vented, one won't feel at ease. Aren't the mammary glands of a catastrophe-level transcendent being mammary glands?

"I didn't think things through beforehand regarding Montague," Father Lawrence said, making no excuses for himself. "Gloria is about to change, Anastasia."

Tonight, the Cataclysmic Transcendent has made his move again after many years, causing the world to change color and people to panic. Those old guys who have been hiding will inevitably have to come out and make some moves, and they may even settle the old matters from back then.

Father Lawrence had a very bad feeling that Gloria's false peace was about to end and that natural disasters would occur more and more frequently.

"So what!" Anastasia said. "At worst, we'll sink Gloria and all go to the sea to feed the fish."

After saying that, Anastasia turned and left, finally remembering her second goal.