Chapter 123: A More Ferocious One is Coming Ahead
What is the paper cicada fairy of calamity?
The system once captured one to study under circumstances where calamity was unaware. Research indicated that it was a specially made alchemical bomb mixed with the unique water of misfortune from the witch species and complex alchemical materials.
Thousands of alchemical bombs were about to strike, yet there were those who chose to face them head-on without evading, prepared to endure with their bodies—what are they?
Fools, harbingers of d*ath, big idiots!
Not only did they intend to endure the bombardment of the alchemical bombs with their bodies, but they also wanted to drag others down with them—what are they?
They are both stupid and wicked psychopaths.
Some people believe Gu Qiqi is not very smart, but look, at critical moments when analyzing problems, isn’t her reasoning quite clear?
After a brief thought, she concluded—Fang Ji was a stupid and wicked psychopath, and normal people like her should not entangle too much with Fang Ji and should leave as soon as possible.
However, as she saw the flowing light of the paper cicada fairy descending from the sky, she had just run out in the direction the paper cicada fairy was coming from for less than ten meters when three paper cicada fairies landed right in front of her.
The tiny paper figures plunged into the ground, half their bodies buried in the soil, and with a breath, their pale forms erupted with firelight.
In the sudden explosion, mixed with the violent waves of spirit energy, spread out in all directions.
The earth shook, as if a giant had stomped fiercely.
The instantaneous high temperature caused the splattering sand and soil to crystallize, and then accompanied by the faint crack of the shattering crystals, countless pieces that were scorched red and hot, mixed with the highly corrosive alchemical flames, surged towards Gu Qiqi.
Her body stiffened, and she swiftly retreated several steps, pulling out of the firelight’s enveloping range.
Gu Qiqi’s reaction was already very fast, and her actions were extremely swift, but in the end, she was still a step slow.
Although she avoided the flames produced by the explosion, a trace of indescribable fragrance seeped into her nostrils through the rapidly spreading airwaves.
In the next moment, she felt a wave of unsettling chill flowing down her airways.
Her vision blurred, her head felt dizzy, the coldness spread in her chest as if to freeze her body, making it hard to breathe, and an inexplicable sense of sadness overwhelmed her.
In her daze, it felt as if she had returned to that day when she woke from a dream to find her uncle’s family had left her and to the moment when the system instructed her to “run fast, don’t look back!”—overwhelmed with sorrow.
Unforgettable memories surfaced with that wave of cold rolling in her chest, bringing unbearable sadness and loneliness.
Ahead, more paper cicada fairies had fallen to the ground, exploding loudly, covering her sight in firelight.
Everything within sight had already been burned to a fiery red, but Gu Qiqi felt that even if the entire world was ignited, it would not extinguish the coldness in her heart.
Facts proved that the explosive power of the alchemical dirty bomb was not the most terrifying; the most frightening was the sound of the explosion, accompanied by the vaporized misfortune and the world’s malice spreading with high temperatures.
What was clearly an alchemical bomb turned out to be an alchemical toxic gas bomb.
With both hallucinatory effects and erosion of spirit energy, a double blow!
In fact, most of the souls that died under the alchemical dirty bomb in the past were not killed in the first round of explosions but were made into living targets by inhaling the gas produced by the first explosion, their consciousness dazed, before being blown to smithereens by the subsequent alchemical dirty bomb.
Although Gu Qiqi relying on her impressive spirit energy fluctuation level and her physique well above others at the same level escaped the abnormal state in just one second, that second felt like a century to her.
When she came back to her senses, began to retreat, and turned to look at Fang Ji, her eyes went wide in an instant.
Fang Ji was still standing there motionless, arms outstretched, eyes tightly closed, his tall and slender body radiating a faint golden light, exuding a holy aura, like a miraculous being walking in the mortal world.
For a moment, Gu Qiqi even suspected that he would suddenly spread snow-white wings like the urban legends of a being named an angel.
In front of him, countless lights flew towards him, either passing by him and landing on the distant wilderness, exploding with intense firelight, or exploding in mid-air, blooming like fiery trees and silver flowers, or merely brushing past some part of his body, bouncing off and flying away.
Most incredible was that some paper cicadas that looked like they would definitely hit him, after arcing through the air, struck him only to behave like dud fireworks, not exploding immediately but waiting until he continued forward to a safe distance before bursting into loud sounds.
In the sky far away, the continuously flying paper cicadas were like stars, and the air bursting with sound reverberated together, echoing like thunder.
The intense firelight bloomed like flowers on the ground, swaying in the howling gusts, spreading the aura of disaster.
This is calamity, the urban legend that spreads disaster!
Yet, Fang Ji remained unscathed, standing in the midst of the whirlpool of disaster.
Unreasonable!
Such thoughts popped into her mind, and she quickly jogged to catch up.
Although it was unreasonable, the fact proved that Fang Ji could indeed guarantee her safety.
It is well known that powerful tanks come in various forms; some, like calamity, are incredibly defensive and impervious to blades and guns, while others, like Fang Ji, evade at MAX, making it impossible to hit them.
And Fang Ji was that tank with full evasion!
“……”
It doesn’t matter if it’s unreasonable; as the system said, existence is reasonable. Thinking it’s unreasonable only signifies a lack of understanding.
A lack of understanding is fine; as long as she knows how to reasonably use unreasonable things to create benefits for herself, that’s all that matters, Gu Qiqi thought.
Noticing Gu Qiqi, who had turned back to flee, Fang Ji tilted his head and smiled, “You seemed to not trust me just now?”
Gu Qiqi, “……”
“Now do you believe?”
“Mm-hmm!” Gu Qiqi nodded like she was pounding garlic.
“Then let’s do what we discussed before; once we’re within a hundred meters of calamity, it’s your turn to lead me forward,” Fang Ji said, looking in the direction of the approaching paper cicadas, his expression excited.
With the alchemical dirty bombs carried by the paper cicadas constantly exploding around him, he could feel the fragrant aroma of the Miracle Flower radiating from his body, continuously shifting towards calamity.
And this was exactly what he wanted.
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With the blessing of the Miracle Flower’s fragrance, Fang Ji had full evasion, making it easy for him to dodge the bombardment of the paper cicadas, but those half-urban legend tribes were not so fortunate.
Although the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader had dispersed the tribe members before the paper cicadas landed and sent messages to various major tribes to evacuate, there were still some tribes whose evacuation speed was a bit off, falling into the coverage area of the paper cicadas.
The Wu Tayou Clan Leader, leading a nearly hundred-person team composed of nine half-urban legend tribes, was one of them.
The Wu Tayou Clan Leader was the one among the three super-large tribes who was least allied with the Tuowuali Lei Clan.
Although the Aluslan Tribe strongly opposed the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader’s proposal to lead, it was because Gur Aluslan was proud in life and unwilling to be in a subordinate position.
The Wu Tayou Clan Leader was different; he simply did not want the Tuowuali Lei Clan to benefit, and thus willing to support others and let them lead.
Some people are like this, finding it harder to bear to see others benefit than to k*ll their own mother.
In this situation, the Wu Tayou Clan Leader, although under the pressure of the majority of the tribe’s will, temporarily recognized the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader’s status as the leader, but when it came to carrying out orders, he was bound to procrastinate and be insincere.
In fact, he originally didn’t want to evacuate. It was only when the paper cicadas landed and his team suffered casualties that he realized something was wrong and fled in panic.
“Boom—Boom—Boom—!”
Explosions mixed with wailing continued to sound from behind, and the earth trembled as if herds of giant beasts were chasing from behind.
It was at this moment that the distressed Wu Tayou Clan Leader was still muttering complaints, even blaming the main cause of being trapped in danger on the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader.
“d*mn Tuowuali, he must have known what would happen long ago, which is why when he ordered the retreat, he spoke so vaguely and harmlessly; otherwise, I could never have fallen to such a state!”
Just as he was muttering to himself, a figure suddenly rushed forward, stumbling to kneel before him on one knee.
“Cl-clan leader, up, ahead…”
Seeing that his tribesman, whom he had sent to scout ahead, was stuttering and unable to explain, the already frustrated Wu Tayou Clan Leader flared up in exasperation, kicked the tribesman over, and stepped on his chest.
“Up ahead, up ahead—what’s wrong up ahead? I sent you to scout; now you can’t even speak!”
“Gul—!” the half-urban legend gulped, slightly adjusted his breathing, and said with a trembling voice, “Clan Leader, up ahead comes a more ferocious one!”
“What? More ferocious?” The Wu Tayou Clan Leader was taken aback, and before he could react, a low chant of poetry floated from ahead.
“bl**d blooms dyed. Lian from the box, flickering light flashes. In ancient times, a pair of dragons banished. All leaped in, Mo Ye sword.
……
Vajra wisdom blade penetrates Zen mechanism, true affection root and industry root, all cut cleanly with one blade. Ghosts grieve, gods are tragic.
Three-foot single edge, a thousand years of wear and tear. The brocade pouch protects the precious pearl embedded.”
Two seconds later, the Wu Tayou Clan Leader snapped back to his senses and shouted darkly towards the front, “Who the hell is playing tricks?”
As soon as the words fell, a figure in white unexpectedly appeared in front of him, and he didn’t even catch a glimpse of the other’s movement trajectory.
Then, a bright silver long sword silently fell on his shoulder.
“Half-urban legend? Very good!” the person said, “Do you know where the Tuowuali Lei Clan’s people are? I have something to discuss with them.”
