Chapter 239: Revitalizing the Demon City
The moment the water column crashed into the city gate, a resounding bell-like sound echoed across the battlefield. The vibrations spread from the point of impact, and the ground they stood on instantly cracked, shattering along with the ancient Blackstone gate. The gates of Nightmare City were smashed open by a single blow of a club, and Ji Huaisu, carrying the water column, was about to charge in.
"Retreat!" But at this moment, Fander screamed, and Ji Huaisu immediately dropped his weapon and retreated. Almost at the same time as Fander's warning, two sharp pieces of pale light attacked from above and below, crushing the water column to pieces. Ji Huaisu and Chu Hengkong drew their swords together, but the pale light only trembled slightly, without wavering in the slightest.
The pale "bricks" shifted, revealing tiny cracks. A strong stench of corpses and blood wafted through the cracks. The two men stepped back a little, then realized the truth.
It turned out to be two rows of tightly clenched teeth, and the city gate turned into a terrifying giant mouth!
"We'd need at least ten times as many troops to hold you back... I thought so too. After all, you're too strong. The remnants of our army alone won't be enough to resist. But we don't have that many soldiers. The low-cost units we have are only a mere 150,000... too few, too few..."
A nervous sigh came from the city wall, and the fat fallen man rubbed his hands and smiled at the attackers.
"So I turned all the remaining 100,000 soldiers into corpses to reinforce the city's defenses," the spider said softly, "and their deaths will become a sacrifice to the Dark Moon."
"Dead Body Reanimation: Corpse Demon City."
The previous collision had crumbled the plaster from the outer walls, revealing the rotting flesh beneath and the dense mass of bones that supported it. These were the corpses of many heretics, the hundred thousand soldiers who had perished within the city after being removed by the limb spiders. Tens of thousands of bones formed this hellish city, and the hideous gate buckled, emitting a maniacal laugh.
A series of pustules erupted on the wall of flesh and blood, and countless giant eyes and limbs protruded from the pus. They each chanted incantations, made hand gestures, and cast spells, praying in unison with the Son of the Crescent Moon.
"Darkest Moon, cradle of beginnings, first forgotten abyss. I offer you the death of my followers, calling upon your deep gravity."
The moment the corpse city was revealed, a vicious trap was set in motion. The full dark moon in the night sky shone brightly, its black light descending upon the Nightmare City, transforming into a massive gravity, pinning everyone to the city gates!
The Dark Moon Pantheon's signature divine art, the "gravity" that drags life down, forcing us to sink. Power from the First Abyss surged forth continuously, like an invisible embrace from the lunar surface, momentarily rendering Chu Hengkong and Ji Huaisu unable to move. The overwhelming pressure made the warriors' bones tremble. Finder cried out in agony, "Break the city gate first! This divine art lasts a long time, we can't outlast it—"
"Yes, yes, you understand it very well. Having sacrificed so much life, you deserve Dark Moon's reward." The spider clasped its hands together, "Cursed Thunder, Burning Embers... it's your turn."
Two beams of light rose behind the vanguard army, and a burly and violent elemental giant appeared at this moment!
One was a burly hunter as tall as a bell tower, wearing a white robe and carrying a longbow. His body was covered in flames like a burning new star. The other was a purple-skinned giant as strong as a mountain. He held a silver hammer in his hand and carried a thunder magic circle on his body. The destructive electric current flowed with his roar, turning the area within a thousand miles into scorched earth.
They were the Nightmare City's dread bringers, Curse Thunder and Burning Cinder, disciples of the Archmage. They were no longer the aberrant "humans" of their forms. Under the Nightmare City's blessing, they finally revealed their elemental true forms. Silver hammers and flaming bows collided high in the sky, and fire melted into the earth, thunder seeped into the dark clouds. Long-completed spells were now activated, fused under the unwavering control of these two old friends, and the elements danced to their chant.
"Heavenly Thunder Curse." "Earthly Fire Gives Birth to Lotus."
"Concert Magic: Thunder and Fire Twins!"
Red and purple colors exploded, and gushing thunder and fire illuminated the sky and the earth!
Thunderbolts melted into every drop of rain, forming a blinding web between ground and sky. Blazing fire erupted from the earth, melting the very ground where everyone stood, and combined with gravity to create a scorching abyss. The gravitational field was instantly engulfed by the raging elements, the two messengers' offensive far surpassing their previous attack.
The warriors acted decisively and worked together. Ji Huaisu used dust and ice to create floating soil to temporarily block the earth fire, while Chu Hengkong summoned tidal currents to resist the thunderstorm attack. However, under the pull of gravity, they were temporarily unable to exert their full strength. The messengers' magic still retained its previous properties, and it continued to grow stronger as it was released.
After just one round, the envoys' offensive power was comparable to Ji Huaisu's Meteor Dust. It was a destructive force sufficient to annihilate a Seismic 4 Transformer!
"My two heroes, stop hiding your moves and start fighting!" Vander screamed, "If you keep hiding, we'll really die outside the city gate!"
That's it. Limb Spider thought, relics and skills can grant a higher essence than the current one, but pure power still depends on the particles. The emissaries who were previously beaten and fled were now able to force these two people because their increased strength allowed them to utilize their past skills.
The Corpse Demon City, the Dark Moon Divine Art, and the concerted spells of the two Rainbow Evils were far beyond the capabilities of Seismic Point 3. To break through, they had to employ methods beyond their limits and employ the Shura Sword Technique.
One particle, one sword technique. The War Ghost only had three particles, and his ego could only unleash three Brilliant Heaven Style strikes at most. The Spider didn't expect to defeat the War Ghost with just a trap, but it was determined to force a slashing blow from him. Only then would it have a greater chance of survival.
"Choose, heir of Shura!" the spider shrieked, "Die here, or draw your sword!"
Chu Hengkong slowly raised his sword and sheathed the Divine Slash. He gripped the hilt, then suddenly let go.
"You know what, Fallen One? I've always had bad luck. When I charge into battle, I often step into traps, and when I rush in recklessly, I always run into the enemy's weakest cards. I'm used to this kind of development, so I know exactly what bad luck feels like..."
The chains on his silver prosthetic hand, which had long been untied, fluttered in the wind.
"Only in myself, I know exactly how to use it."
A chain of misfortunes sets in motion, and the killer himself is shrouded in doom. All the harsh conditions set beforehand are met, and events follow the tide, moving toward their destined conclusion.
——[Just before his teammate's upgrade, Chu Hengkong stepped into a trap set by the enemy.]
"Using my own misfortune to disguise the 'conditions'...?" Limb Spider stared at the silver chain, rubbing his hands nervously. "No. This is bad. This is bad, this is bad...
Burning Embers, snipe the settlement! ! "
Burning Ember obeyed the command and drew his bowstring. The flaming arrow tore through the earth, aiming with murderous intent towards the distant light tree. However, the flaming arrow lost its color mid-flight. A bullet collided with the arrow, causing it to explode in the air and scatter into dust.
Burning Embers heard a chaotic noise, like the trembling of bowstrings after a hail of arrows unleashed by a vast army, yet more dense and vast. He saw a "flower" of smoke blossoming from the settlement as thousands of missiles, trailing a trail of gunpowder, soared into the sky. The hue of those missiles was a sun-drenched gold. They soared towards the thunderclouds, towards the raging fire, engulfing the elements within their shells before detonating with a magnificent blast. The light and fire of the explosions spread across the sky like a prairie fire, carving a dazzling path through the natural disaster!
"—Get out of the way." said the sniper.
Chu Hengkong and Ji Huaisu were well prepared, each moving to either side of the city gate. A pinprick of white jutted out from the mist, like an illusion created by the refraction of time. Then the illusion expanded, transforming into a blazing stream, then into a shattering white light.
The light pierced the heretic's army, swept through the fog of the battlefield, penetrated the pitch-black mountain, and plowed a scorching line through the despairing wilderness. It blasted towards the Nightmare City at the shortest distance, and with a roar like divine wrath, it pierced the gates of the Demon City!
The maw of the Corpse Castle vaporized in a blaze of light, and a stream of energy rushed into the Wall of Flesh and Blood, triggering a chain reaction of explosions around the castle. The limb spider's gravity trap was no longer effective, as the castle, which served as the battleground, had been pierced by this blow, leaving a fatal gap.
From the spot where the light rose, a magnificent platinum-colored machine took flight. A sharp ring of armament wheels served as the main body, while two diagonal rings of destruction wheels formed a pair of ring-shaped wings. A holy spear, resembling a cannon barrel, sat at the forefront of the vehicle, white smoke emanating from its scorching muzzle.
Its design evokes a cross between a motorcycle and a fighter jet, yet it lacks the safety and stability that modern technology prides itself on. There are no shields, no windows, no impenetrable structure, only weapons assembled in the coldest of ways, like a mythical alien angel transformed into a machine.
The sniper sat in the gun barrel, lighting his last cigarette with the hot metal, listening to the high-pitched hymn from the gun:
"David and Sibyl bear witness that the world will melt in fire.
This is the day of the Lord's wrath, the day when the Judge will come!"
——The path of sinking into the world and floating in the light is the path of relying on external things.
It begins as material, is transformed into a staff, and is designed into a sword to defeat powerful enemies. And after victory, the one who wields the tool must look forward.
What to do after victory?
To move forward, to explore, to leave this familiar land and challenge the new and unknown, to spread one's own way and path in unfamiliar lands. Therefore, what is needed is mobility, a vehicle that can leave this mere dust island and open up a new world. That is the future after weapons -
The particle 4 of the road of floating light in the world of sinking, "the wheel of opening the world", is the "vehicle" developed in the world of sinking and moving.
However, there is a strange man here.
He does not demand speed or distance, nor does he care about the length of his journey.
He longed for danger and bloodshed, for endless fierce battles. He didn't intend to change his lifestyle because of the particles; he wanted his tools to adapt to his life. Therefore, he assembled the World-Splitting Wheel from various weapons, disregarding safety and abandoning stability, simply to fight to the fullest in desperate situations.
This is a mobile sniper weapon specialized in heavy firepower—
"Blood Holy Lance·Wheel of Judgment!!"
The sniper dropped his cigarette butt, laughing with delight. The soldiers behind him roared with excitement. He activated all the acceleration nozzles and rushed to the battlefield like a stream of light. A new batch of missiles automatically generated and rushed out with the speed of the Wheel of Judgment, engaging the raging fire in the air.
"It's unseemly for the world's number one assassin to be stuck in a place like this." Shaxx laughed. "Let's go to the Demon King's throne! We'll take care of those guys outside!"
The Holy Lance sang loudly in battle, and his blood boiled in his body. Everything was as beautiful as heaven. He was a mercenary living in war, and this was the battlefield he had longed for!
(End of this chapter)
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