Chapter 207: Go, Go Devour Him!
In the buzzing sound of vibrating bowstrings, three arrows infused with terrifying spiritual energy burst forth with a dazzling iron light, shooting straight up into the sky.
Countless drifting spirits converged towards the three arrows, dancing in mid-air, leaving behind three straight trails.
Then, three soul-shaking booms echoed in the sky one after another, as if the entire world was left with only those three sounds.
“Bang—!”
The first arrow precisely struck the spear held by the Shaman Queen, and the first explosion rang out.
Under the enveloping fierce light, the pure black spear not only instantly deviated from its original trajectory but also appeared as if it had been forged in raging fire, gradually turning a crimson hue with hints of bending and deformation.
Metallic fragments severed by the sharp arrows transformed into countless densely packed light points like shooting stars, falling from the sky. Heavily and sharply, they crashed into the ground, leaving behind countless deep and shallow cracks, radiating ripples that emitted crimson power.
“Bang—!”
Before the echo of the first explosion had completely faded, the second arrow struck the arm of the First Generation Miracle Saint gripping the sword.
The flashing iron light of the sword strike deflected, grazing Bai Kai’s shoulder, carving out a golden line in the air before crashing to the ground, plowing a trench over two kilometers long. The earth trembled as countless buildings were ground to dust, and silhouettes of people unable to escape vanished as if evaporated.
Before the third explosion arrived, the General had already averted his gaze and swiftly moved away, retreating to the distance.
He had to go forward, to assist Bai Kai.
“Bang—!”
As the third explosion erupted, the sky behind him saw the First Generation Miracle Saint, pierced in the chest by an arrow, unable to maintain balance, fall from the sky like a golden shooting star.
The dazzling brilliance illuminated the General’s unruffled face.
He knew that that arrow would surely bring down the First Generation Miracle Saint, and whether he looked or not, the outcome would remain unchanged.
Such was the General’s overwhelming confidence, bordering on arrogance.
Thus, there was a fourth deafening sound.
The arrow, condensing thunder and light without dispersing, fell with the First Generation Miracle Saint’s body, driving him heavily into the earth, raising layers of earthen waves, and creating cracks several meters deep that spread across the ground like a spider web, bl**d spraying and mixing with the rising dust, forming a swirling golden mist that shimmered with arcs of electricity.
In mid-air, Bai Kai, who had lost his target, followed the First Generation Miracle Saint down, floating down like a leaf blown by the wind, but just as he was about to slam into the ground, a sudden black shadow intercepted him and whisked him away into the distance.
“How is it? Did it succeed?”
Hearing a familiar voice ring in his ears, Bai Kai struggled to open his eyes and saw the icy expression of the General, a hint of a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his lips felt as if they had been welded shut, unable to part for a long while.
He experienced immense pain from shattered bones, radiating from his shoulders, limbs, and even his skull.
It felt as if his chest were stuffed with stones, each breath inducing unbearable dull pain.
The entire person seemed hollowed out, like a pile of mud.
“I asked you if it succeeded, why are you smiling?” the General scolded with a frown, “And after all this, you’re still able to smile?”
“……” After a brief silence, Bai Kai pouted, his breath unsteady, “Who knows? I haven’t had the chance to digest it properly yet!”
The General’s anger flared further as he retorted harshly, “You risked your life just to achieve this result? Are you out of your mind?”
“This time, the debt you owe me cannot be repaid even with your life!”
Upon hearing this, Bai Kai seemed to realize something, an awkward look appearing on his face. “Oh? Did you sense it? The power resonance.”
Upon hearing this, the General’s expression darkened, glaring fiercely at Bai Kai.
He had always been an extremely confident person, excessively pursuing perfection.
In his nearly fifty years of life, there were very few regrets, and being defeated by Lu Ming, who was younger and less talented than him, was undoubtedly his biggest regret.
Today, however, Bai Kai, Lu Ming’s junior brother, was about to bring him his second significant regret—the imperfect completion of spirit patterns.
Yes, the methods for perfecting powers were never set in stone, unchanging and fixed.
It was just like the same equation having multiple solutions, or like the legendary god known as the God of War could be Chiyou or Xing Tian, as well as Ares, Tyr, or even Valtor or Kratos.
The ways to perfect powers, aside from devouring the core of urban legends, absorbing complete potions, and gathering enough belief, included a very special method—power resonance.
The power resonance occurring between Lu Yibei and the Shuishu Beast was different; it was a special resonance that prompted them to fight, to compete for the uniqueness of the “War” power.
The nature of this power resonance was, in fact, the plunder of powers, where the victor’s powers advanced while the loser’s powers decayed.
Generally speaking, when both were at the Cataclysm Grade, neither would have absolute certainty of victory over the other. To ensure the integrity of their powers, spiritual ability users or urban legends with similar powers would avoid triggering this special power resonance.
The spirit pattern constructed by the General, the “Hundred Generals Diagram,” depicted the very essence of war, and the powers gathered from it could be considered war from a certain perspective.
According to various records, the Shaman Queen also seemed to possess powers related to war.
Even if one represented violence and destruction, while the other represented protection and resistance, there still existed a high degree of similarity…
Although the understanding of the Shaman Queen’s powers was merely speculation based on a few scattered records, the General would have avoided triggering power resonance with the Shaman Queen if not for assisting Bai Kai.
In fact, according to his original expectations, he hoped both the Shaman Queen and the First Generation Miracle Saint would suffer mutual destruction, allowing him and Bai Kai to seize the opportunity, but he never intended to choose the Shaman Queen as an opponent.
He was not worried about losing to the Shaman Queen.
What he feared was that defeating the Shaman Queen would interrupt his progress in completing the “Hundred Generals Diagram.” If that were to happen, even if his powers advanced further, they would still have flaws.
If the elements combining to form the “Hundred Generals Diagram” did not exceed one hundred, could it still be called the “Hundred Generals Diagram”?
Such a powers completion would not be considered completion at all; it would be pure pollution!
Unacceptable!
“……”
In the silence, the General glanced back at the Shaman Queen who was pursuing the First Generation Miracle Saint from a distance, then looked at Bai Kai and said gravely, “What do you think? Meeting you two brothers, I must have drawn the worst luck of my lifetime!”
Encountering Bai Kai and Lu Ming made him feel like a model student from a good family with a bright future being led astray by two street delinquents into smoking, drinking, perming their hair, and partying at nightclubs, completely derailing his life’s trajectory.
If he could, he wanted to grab both Bai Kai and Lu Ming right now, hang them from a rooftop, and beat them senseless.
“Oh? Our dear General is becoming unclean?” Bai Kai, having regained some composure, couldn’t help but speak mockingly at the sight of the General’s vexed expression, “Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility!”
“Shut the hell up!” the General roared, raising his hand and delivering a heavy punch to Bai Kai’s injured abdomen.
The tone and demeanor Bai Kai used while speaking reminded one of how he would act when receiving female guests, a theatrical performance not to be taken seriously.
It was infuriating!
“Uh—!”
With a muffled grunt, Bai Kai’s body instantly curled like a shrimp, convulsing.
And so, the world finally became quiet.
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On the other side, near the Zawen Temple.
As the First Generation Miracle Saint was struck down from the sky by the General’s arrows, the Zawen Temple, already reduced to ruins, instantly turned into a pile of rubble.
The rubble was kicked up by the shockwave of the earth trembling and then fell back down, burying the gathered members of the Miracle Cult nearby.
Among these members was naturally Fang Ji.
After a long time.
When Fang Ji finally cleared the dirt and stone covering him and crawled out of the ground, he hadn’t even had the chance to clearly see his surroundings when a metal bat was pressed against the tip of his nose.
“Scammer! Dead scammer!”
A crisp voice rang out, and as he turned to look, a familiar yet strange face, flushed red with anger, came into view.
Familiar because the one pointing the metal bat at him was Gu Qiqi, whose portrait he had seen countless times in intelligence circulated among major spirit energy organizations—the “cunning chestnut-haired, bloodthirsty witch that devours urban legends.”
Strange because the last time he had seen Gu Qiqi, she had still been in her calamity form.
Yes, Gu Qiqi had once again successfully escaped from Lu Yibei’s God Realm Prototype.
Although the process had been somewhat twisted, nearly being captured and tortured by Qing Ji, and telling a small lie to the girl resembling a system, making her feel very guilty.
But she had succeeded, and after breaking through the God Realm Prototype, she had followed her instincts, ignored the existence of the void, avoided Nanling Yaohua, and rushed all the way here to find Fang Ji.
“Miss Gu, I…”
Fang Ji opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but before he could finish, he was sharply interrupted by Gu Qiqi.
“Shut up, shut up, I don’t believe a word from a scammer!” Gu Qiqi said, “You either help me find the system back or I’ll blow your head off, no negotiations!”
As long as she didn’t listen to those bad guys and didn’t give them a chance to influence her, she shouldn’t be fooled again, Gu Qiqi thought confidently.
System? Is that her friend? Fang Ji was momentarily at a loss for words.
He wanted to tell Gu Qiqi that if everything went well, she really could awaken her friend, but now…
“Sorry, I can’t do that.”
He really couldn’t do it, just as he couldn’t help Xiem Elder.
“Got it, you’ve chosen to have your head blown off!” Gu Qiqi said, raising her hands holding the metal bat above her head, then violently bringing it down toward Fang Ji.
A shrill burst of air erupted suddenly; the metal bat had not fully come down when the tremendous force whipped up a wind pressure that carved out a shallow pit several meters in diameter on the ground.
Standing in the center of the shallow pit, Fang Ji felt the strong atmospheric pressure as if it were a tangible force, crushing towards him.
When the metal bat came crashing down, Fang Ji’s vision instantly turned dark.
The metal bat did not strike him directly but grazed his head and smashed down onto the ground.
Gu Qiqi still held onto a faint hope that Fang Ji would change his mind and tell her there was a way to bring back the system, so the first strike was merely to intimidate him.
As for why she did this, it was because in the moment she raised the metal bat, she thought of what the system had told her: “When you are in a desperate situation and don’t know what to do, think of what calamity would do!”
If it were calamity, in such a situation, it would probably begin with intimidation and coercion, right? Gu Qiqi thought.
However…
Although Gu Qiqi only intended to lightly intimidate Fang Ji, the force of the swinging metal bat, upon striking the ground, sent tremors through that reverberated to Fang Ji’s head, making him feel as if he had collided heads with a rampaging elephant.
If not for the support of an A-Class Spiritual Ability User’s physical attributes, his skull and brain would likely have been smashed to bits on the spot.
This was the terrifying aspect of having all attribute points invested solely in strength.
As he regained his composure, beads of sweat began to seep from Fang Ji’s forehead.
He understood very well that a straightforward girl like Gu Qiqi, while easy to fool, could be extremely dangerous if she felt she had been tricked.
Because she was so straightforward, once she decided to seek revenge, she would not stop until it was complete.
“Here’s another chance for you to help me find my friend back…” Gu Qiqi said fiercely to Fang Ji, “The last chance, I promise not to lie to you!”
Fang Ji, “……” Well then, you might as well just k*ll me!
In that moment, while he still maintained the spirit energy fluctuations of an A-Class Spiritual Ability User, due to the disappearance of the Miracle Flower and damage to his powers, he was no longer able to exert his full strength. Moreover, he was not good at direct combat, which meant his chances of winning against Gu Qiqi were almost zero.
At such a time, any struggle would be futile; it would only prompt Gu Qiqi to strike even harder and faster.
However, just as Fang Ji thought that even if he didn’t d*e this time, he would be severely injured, a horrifying scene suddenly flashed in his peripheral vision.
In the distance, where the First Generation Miracle Saint fell, a thick golden mist spread.
Figures enveloped in crimson light traversed the mist, rushing towards the First Generation Miracle Saint, pouncing upon His body.
The spiritual energy fluctuations of the First Generation Miracle Saint were far stronger than those of the spiritual ability users and urban legends gathered around Him. Even though He had temporarily lost mobility, relying solely on instinct for defense and counterattack was beyond what most spiritual ability users and urban legends could withstand.
Thus, amid the explosions of spiritual energy collisions, figures would burst into clouds of bl**d mist.
Consequently, the originally brilliant golden mist soon became tainted with bl**d.
However, there were always some stronger spiritual ability users and urban legends among them.
They withstood the First Generation Miracle Saint’s instinctive counterattack, mimicking the actions of the one who had just attacked in the sky, tearing, biting, and voraciously consuming…
A group of people gathered together like carrion-eating beasts relishing a feast, ruthlessly dismantling another “person’s” body, a sight both unsettling and spine-chilling.
As the bl**d and flesh of the First Generation Miracle Saint splattered, exposing white bones, they quickly regenerated only to be ripped apart again. Some things that should not exist began to appear quietly within the mist.
Those were the unfulfilled wishes they had yet to realize…
The one who had promised to fulfill their wishes failed to keep that promise, so they raised their knives against that person.
Just like how a once exalted god, upon losing its former majesty and glory, would be pushed off its pedestal by frenzied worshippers, smashing its idol to pieces.
Thus, just as Gu Qiqi shouted for the second time that she would “blow Fang Ji’s head off,” he lifted his hand and pointed toward where the First Generation Miracle Saint was.
“Wait, look over there! If you go and seize that guy’s flesh and bl**d just like them, you’ll be able to fulfill your wish!”
“Right, don’t you love devouring urban legends? Go on, go devour Him!”
Gu Qiqi, “???”
Since when did I like devouring urban legends? Why are you saying that too? Where did this rumor even come from?
Ugh, so infuriating!
