Chapter 127 Blood Holy Spear
As he drew his sword, the teachings of his elders flashed through Qingye's mind.
——The most important quality of a Zanshin is the ability to adapt to changing circumstances.
A disabled person is a disabled person.
Their physique is far inferior to that of the martial artists of Longquan Township, and their elemental control is even more of a match for the Scourge. Weak in body and lacking in strength, they must rely on their brains and swords to survive in this chaotic world. Always remember that you only have one chance; your survival doesn't allow for wrong choices. Observe the situation, make your judgment, and even if the next choice contradicts your original plan, there's no room for hesitation if it's the optimal solution.
The situation was clear. The Stoneborn's healing was too late. The Eye Demon and the Knight had done their utmost, but now no one could stop the Turbid Tears' rampage. The next moment, the Frozen Flower would bloom. Before the Stone Demon could be defeated, the city would be transformed into a red lotus hell.
Then there is no need to hesitate.
The long sword gleamed white, the short blade jet black, their blades entwined with opposing forces. The heartless girl pushed aside the knight, her blades piercing the icy peak without hesitation. Her two blades slashed left and right, narrowly avoiding the iceman's torso.
The blade was coated in azure frost, and the raging power seemed to be guided to its source. Using the long and short blades as a medium, the freezing cold surged into Qingye's body, and her bones shone like black jade!
"Time flows, and I am bound by my own sins!"
A broken heart is an broken path.
Even though they are known as the "Tao," warriors with the name of Zanxin are on a path to forging their destiny and returning to unity. They are inherently incompatible with the elements, and they do not gain the power to control them through ascension. Their ability to manipulate light and shadow is a result of acquired effort.
The hands are trained in the scorching light, and are brutally honed from fingertips to wrists, hence the "flash fingers".
Temper your body in the shadows of severe cold, carve the shadow of extreme cold into your bones, and thus obtain the "Bone of Sin".
This is the only way, the only way. The path of the Zanxin is a path of incompleteness. Without enduring suffering, there is no possibility of progress. Only through tempering, only through endurance, and after experiencing all the hardships can one acquire supernatural powers. Therefore, the genius and talent of the Zanxin are two different concepts.
The person who can endure pain the most is the genius on Shura Island.
"I am... a genius... a Zanshin!!"
The Sin Bone was operating at its maximum capacity, its secrets stimulating the activity within. The icy ice was broken down into primal light and shadow, emanating from her torso and hands. Energy conversion efficiency had reached its peak, but release was still far less efficient than absorption. A stinging pain, resembling frostbite, spread through her body, nearly shattering her bones. Even so, she persevered, bathing in the azure light.
Once the decision is made, don't dwell on it. Don't dwell on the pain, the discomfort, the torment. Don't dwell on what will happen if you fail, what will happen if you succeed? Don't engage in meaningless speculation.
She was a heartless person, not a chivalrous warrior with a heart for the world. She didn't want to see innocent people die in misfortune, so she stepped forward. This single reason was enough for her actions; the rest was just persistence...
Persevere to the end!
“——!!”
She seemed to be screaming, but the sound was inaudible; she seemed to be crying, but she felt no tears. In the silence, only the icy cold of frost stretched out, bringing with it the panic of a deathly silence. Blue turned to pure white, pure white to colorless. She gradually lost herself in the power, as if she were disappearing, like frost melting in the sun.
【Hold on】
It was as if I could hear the voice of someone beside me, gentle and kind, like a benevolent elder. It reminded me of the vitality of grass extending from it, forming two sturdy vines.
Two separate hands grasped the vines, and warm power surged from them, melting the ice and snow and blowing away the cold wind. Her vision cleared, and consciousness returned to her body along with the pain. Colorless, pure white, and then a deep aquamarine. The frost before her eyes thinned, and she struggled to draw her two swords. The heavy shadow blades slashed out, cutting the wind in front of her!
After an unknown number of seconds, the most difficult moment was finally over. The Iceman was swept out by a silver tentacle, and the Stone Monster was completely severed from its connection with the Turbid Tears. Qing Ye fell backwards, landing in a warm embrace.
Before she closed her eyes, she saw the female knight's gentle smile. The man with silver tentacles landed beside her.
"Well done," he said.
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Chu Hengkong put the ice man down and extinguished the fire on the tip of the gun.
After shattering the lotus, he descended, swiftly making his way to the others. He was fundamentally a responsible man, capable of fighting to the fullest when burdened, yet prioritizing his family when concerned. Ji Huaisu and the others' rescue plan was too risky, and he had to take care of the consequences if they failed.
Fortunately, his worries were over. The girls were much more resilient than he thought. Saving lives is always better than killing them, even for the killer.
He supported Ji Huaisu with one hand, his partner's shoulder as hard as ice. At the last moment, she took the initiative to help Qingye share some of the force, which also made her almost unable to move. The girl's lips were purple from the cold, but she still managed to force a smile: "Fandeli has made a great contribution."
Vander was stuck in the mud, as decrepit as a saltwater fish that had been ashore for three years.
"I'm really out of breath...help..."
It leaped violently, like a salted fish reborn in water. The ground itself undulated like waves, and the surviving buildings trembled on the crests. The ice houses that protected the city collapsed in the shockwaves, and the frozen ceiling, after shattering, surged upwards, pouring into the raging dust in the air.
Thirty seconds passed in a flash. The raging fire that had held the stone monster back finally burned out, the remaining warmth melting the ice into a stream of water. The vast amount of water mixed with the sand, forming a slurry that quickly hardened into a rough, massive body. It still had the same large, hollow head, the same body covered in colorful stone scales, but it was now a hundred, a thousand times larger than usual. It floated above the tiny dust island like a giant devastating a city.
A wind blew, wild and angry, it was the roar of the stone monster.
"What the hell are you doing... a bunch of incompetent idiots! You can't even do something as simple as just die. You keep ruining my fun! My good mood has been ruined, and even if you die a thousand times, it won't be enough to compensate me for my loss!
Trash should be aware of being trash! Die immediately!!!"
Its true nature was fully exposed. Corrupted and reduced to heresy, the former magical scholar became a pathetic figure. It pursued freedom and celebrated life, but its actions were ultimately nothing more than unbridled indulgence. When things didn't go as planned, it became enraged, venting its rage by abusing the weak. The cultivators of Longquan Township called it a "Foolish Demon" rather than a "Stone Demon" because of its inherent absurdity. Its obsession with freedom led to its inertia, like a woodworm, and its hideous appearance was as unsightly as it was unsightly.
"I'll turn you into stone statues... let you kill each other... No! I'll just crush you to death! I'll sink you and this rubbish city into the sea of illusions, and we'll all be buried together!"
The giant stone demon raised its arms, and amidst a roar, magic and matter gathered. Dust hardened, rock compressed, and steel piled up. In an instant, the humanoid shell dissipated, leaving only an ugly, yellow-brown sphere above the city. So massive, it practically obscured half the sky. It descended amidst shrieks and roars, its immense mass igniting a stream of fire that scorched the sky.
It was a true natural disaster, a massive meteorite falling to the earth! Jin Ye had completely lost interest and was determined to smash the entire city it hated in one fell swoop!
No matter how much they fled, it was useless, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't change the outcome. By now, people had forgotten to cry or flee, and their eyes, staring at the sky, were filled with the emptiness of someone who had given up thinking.
When their homes are destroyed, where can people flee to?
After absorbing the ice, the stone monster's power grew even stronger. Even Fan De felt this was a tough match. The duration of the prairie fire wasn't long enough to kill the stone monster, and that was already their strongest card. Unable to figure out what to do, it subconsciously looked at Chu Hengkong.
The killer was carrying a white gun, and there was no sign of tension on his face.
"The girls have tried so hard, it's really not nice to just stand by and watch." He smiled. "What do you mean? Are you going to give me another thirty seconds?"
In response, he heard a wild laugh from above.
"—I only need one second."
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The sniper was smiling, and couldn't help smiling.
Everything that had happened since today had far exceeded his wildest imagination. Former enemies had arrived in Hell, natural disasters were stronger than his previous prey, ordinary people had awakened from their rampage, and the spirits of the girls who had slain the unfortunate...
Unpredictable, unguessable, every turn defied his expectations. Boredom and tedium were swept away by this torrent, and feelings once only found on the battlefield flooded in, overwhelming him. Life was a concerto of surprise and possibility, and this meaning was the life he loved.
"The day of wrath is coming,
The judges are equal in death."
Shax spoke softly, words without real meaning, words used only for self-suggestion. He put down his weapon and reached for the gun he had not used for a long time.
The Gunner had always excelled at weapon modification, his arsenal overflowing with refined refinements. But at this moment, the only weapon worthy of combat was his own. Since arriving in this hellish world, Shax Ibn Ould had forged one and only one weapon himself.
It was a heavily used heavy sniper rifle, its dark red rust everywhere carrying a pungent smell. As the man's finger pulled the trigger, the rust, as if on his own initiative, began to flow across the gun, leaving streaks like the scars of a brutal firearm.
The path of sinking into the world and floating in the light is the path of relying on external things.
Give full play to the characteristics of the material and become the "foundation" of the starting point.
Polish the materials into tools to help you, and use them as a "staff" to help you on your journey.
The above two steps present no difficulty to most Transformers; as long as sufficient resources are available, they can be followed step by step. However, the transition from step 2 to step 3 marks a significant turning point in the Path of Floating Light. Once embarking on this journey, travelers will inevitably encounter dangers: wild beasts, disasters, insects, and snakes. Relying solely on a walking stick to aid movement is insufficient; overcoming these dangers requires pushing one's existing limits.
It must be designed and modified by hand until the cane, originally used for auxiliary purposes, can be used in a variety of situations, can participate in bloody battles, and can protect the peace of travelers in dangerous situations. This is the next stage after the staff of suffering is upgraded -
The particle 3 of the Path of Floating Light in the World, "The Strange Transformation Blade", is a "weapon" that belongs only to the person who has transformed!
"The mysterious warriors are in motion. God bless you with the holy blood spear!"
Awaken the soldier's inscription and release its true meaning.
Rust bloomed and surged, fading with the man's laughter, the rusty marks transforming into pure blood. The old spear came alive, its faded barrel taking on a gorgeous platinum hue. The surging blood carved into the hilt, becoming the "stigmata." Shax hefted the weapon, adjusted the sights, and locked onto the falling star in the sky. The influx of fighting spirit fully awakened the Holy Spear, its internal mechanisms humming in unison, a mighty hymn!
Bullet attunement was merely a side effect of the Strange Blade; this gun, powered by his own element, was his true strength. Shax thrust a finger into his temple, drawing out a strand of pure gray self-element. No other materials were needed; at this moment, only his bullet was fit to fill the barrel. He aimed at the golem and pulled the trigger. The bullet left the chamber silently, yet amidst the earth-shaking tremors, it moved forward resolutely, like a gray line slicing the sky.
The gray line crossed the sky in an instant and hit the huge body of the stone monster!
The wind died down, the dust stilled. The massive demon froze in place high above the city, seemingly oblivious to its own actions. Its magical barrier was flawless, its fortified defenses capable of withstanding any attack, but the bullet ignored all that. It pierced the meteorite and soared into the sky like a formless ghost.
Familiar lines emerged on the meteorite's surface, a grayish hue spreading from its depths to its surface. It was death, pure and unadulterated, the unstoppable, inescapable "death" that instantly permeated every particle of the stone demon, like the divine judgment descending from a hymn!
“——”
Without a sound, consciousness and body met their demise. The stone demon Jinye died at that moment, and the meteorite completely disintegrated, transforming into gray dust amidst the hymns!
Then the song faded, its echoes lingering. The gears that celebrated the struggle stopped turning, the Blood Spear became covered in rust, and silence returned. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. He spoke it in a second, and it truly took just a second to kill the Scourge.
Shax sheathed his strange blade and walked out into the dusty wind. A stamped-out cigarette butt tumbled in the wind, and amidst the lingering singing, a man's declaration echoed.
"The winner will be decided in two days."
(Ah, cold, cold
This game just happened to be over, so I'll be on hiatus tomorrow (sad)
(End of this chapter)
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