Chapter 126 The Importance of Mastering Chinese (Please subscribe!)
Lightning flashed in the dark clouds like branches.
The silver-haired boy, dressed in silver-white winter clothes, stood in front of the ruins of the collapsed temple. His fox fur cloak fluttered in the biting cold wind, and he looked up at the sky.
Remiel, like a lion, flapped his burning wings, and his blood-red gemstone-like lion eyes reflected Yeats's solemn expression.
Legendary sanctuary.
An invincible existence in the material plane, with the power to open the divine realm!
Remiel came in the form of a seven-ring sanctuary, and his strength was far inferior to his, so he had no way of stopping him.
Fear spread like cold liquid from Yeats' spine to his whole body.
The tangible pressure made Ye Zhi breathless and his ears buzzed.
He tried his best to stay calm and thought quickly about Remiel's information.
One of the seven archangels who always serve before God, nicknamed 'God's Beast'.
He once annihilated the enemy country's legendary guardian god "Giant Eagle Nislock" in the holy war.
Remiel is the apostle who controls thunder and has the ability to control illusions. He is responsible for guiding people's souls to the final judgment.
But how could He appear here?
Is Isidora's awakening related to Him, and what is His purpose? It is possible that Remiel came to plunder the divinity of the Winter Goddess!
At this time.
Remiel looked at him indifferently.
At this moment, the panic that reached the depths of Yeats' soul exploded in his heart, and his scalp went numb.
The ingredients are not important now. The most important thing is to survive! Try to buy as much time as possible until Teacher Candela comes back. Maybe there is still a chance of survival! "Get out of here, Ye Zhi!"
The guardian beast, the snow leopard, roared and flew in front of Ye Zhi to provide protection. Facing an enemy that it could not defeat, it had made a decision and built a towering wall of ice between itself and Ye Zhi.
Ye Zhi's pupils contracted, and he saw the guardian beast, the snow leopard, looking back at him.
The eyes flickered with nostalgia... and expectation.
"Protect him, Yeats."
Ye Zhi heard the gentle instructions from his guardian, the snow leopard.
The emotions coming from the magical pet plane were about to boil, and Ye Zhi firmly restrained the snow leopard's will, preventing it from rushing into the battlefield.
The standing ice wall completely blocked the view. Ye Zhi put his hand on Gray's stiff shoulders, a heroic white light surged in his palms, and shouted, "Go to the Black Knight's chessboard!"
Gray just came to her senses, gritted her teeth, controlled the reins of the sled, and said, "No, Yeats, they are scared!"
The three sled dogs squatted on the ground and shivered.
Ye Zhi took a deep breath, and with the magic of the motivational song in his voice, he said in a loud voice: "As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood!!"
Suddenly.
The three sled dogs pricked up their ears and pulled the sled away at full speed.
"The thread spun by fate has already set the day of judgment."
Remiel's lion eyes were emotionless, floating under the sky, and he said coldly: "All your resistance is in vain."
The guardian beast, the snow leopard, growled and leaped towards Remiel in the sky.
A huge vortex was stirred up in the sky, and the pale thunder with the breath of annihilation rolled in the vortex.
Suddenly, a thick pillar of lightning roared down and swallowed the snow leopard!
Its figure gradually disappeared in the white lightning.
The silver-haired boy looked back amid the roar, his pupils trembling, and the snow leopard's last whisper came to his ears.
"Val...Hala..."
The aftermath of the lightning column hit the ice wall, instantly destroying it.
After the lightning briefly lit up the sky into daylight, endless darkness and the fierce, howling snow and wind enveloped Yeats and Gray.
The sled moved quickly in the darkness, and Remuel seemed to have given up chasing Yeats and his group.
Yeats knew that this was not realistic. Once "He" completely devoured the divinity of the Winter Goddess, he and Gray would not be able to escape the disaster.
The silver-haired boy's eyes flickered, and countless pairs of eyes emitting green light seemed to open in the dark wilderness. But when Ye Zhi looked away, those prying eyes sank into the darkness again.
"Ye Zhi..." Gray's voice was the only thing she could trust in the cold wind. She asked quietly, "What is Valhalla?"
"Valhalla... the heavenly place where the spirits of the heroes who died in battle go..."
Ye Zhi sniffed and said hoarsely, "There is an endless supply of honey wine and meat... The heroes continue to fight... until the destined day arrives..."
Yeats did not get a response. He looked around and found himself standing in endless darkness.
"Gray?" Yeats asked nervously.
The wind, snow, lightning and thunder all stopped, as if the whole world was left with only Yeats and this dark world.
Gradually, a vast Gobi desert appeared in the dark world.
The Gobi Desert is covered with swaying weeds and scattered stones. A solitary moon hangs high in the sky, illuminating the dead and cold world.
The silver-haired boy stood in the empty and lonely Gobi Desert, looking up at the huge moon in the sky, even the meteorite craters were clearly visible.
"You have entered Remiel's divine realm!"
Yeats remembered the description of the realm of souls, where souls would fight each other, and the souls of the losers would become nourishment for the winners.
This is more terrible than death.
If the body dies, there is a chance of resurrection, but if the soul perishes, all that remains is eternal darkness.
Every extraordinary person has his own soul realm, and the tree of life grows in the soul realm.
Compared with the seven-ring holy land, the soul realm of the first ring is like a drop of water in the sea. If you fall into it, it will not cause a single wave.
In the soul realm, it is not even possible to summon magical pets to fight together, and the only thing you can rely on is your own strength.
Yeats took a deep breath and thought about all the forces that might be able to help.
I also have a brooch of the goddess of art on me, but this brooch can only provide protection once at most.
The King of the Wild Hunt is both an enemy and a friend. I don’t know if calling on His name will work, but at least I can try.
But how to escape from Remiel's divine realm?
As Ye Zhi was racking his brains, a wolf-shaped soul beast slowly walked out from the thick shadows of the Gobi Desert.
Soul beasts are the embodiment of souls. Just like shadow beasts that live in the shadow plane, soul beasts live in the realm of souls.
Remiel didn't even need to do anything himself. The army of soul beasts in his soul realm could crush Ye Zhi into dust! Suddenly.
This wolf-shaped soul beast pounced towards Ye Zhi.
Ye Zhi's eyes changed, and he subconsciously threw out a jab, hitting the soul beast's head, and immediately followed up with a punch.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The first soul beast was defeated, and Ye Zhi felt his soul power gain a little strength.
Three more soul beasts rushed out. Ye Zhi drew the Spirit Shield Sword from his waist and used his skilled swordsmanship combined with the Bronze Slash to defeat them one by one.
The soul power has reached a bottleneck, and it only takes one breath to advance to the second ring!
Ye Zhi's heart was cold... Remiel might just think that the soul of a second-ring transcendent is more valuable than that of a first-ring one! Roar! The roar of a second-ring soul beast sounded in the darkness. This was a soul beast in the form of a tiger, swooping down.
Please...collect 6...9...books...!
Ye Zhi released the flash technique, attaching a poisonous blade to the sword in the bright light, and slashed across the chest of the tiger-shaped soul beast.
Sizzle! The soul beast dissipated.
The battle in the soul realm is endless.
Ye Zhi looked around at the three wolf-shaped soul beasts that walked out of the darkness. They exuded a two-ring aura and were difficult to kill even with all their strength.
A sense of frustration arose in Ye Zhi's heart.
No matter how many soul beasts are killed, stronger soul beasts will appear. It is impossible to leave this soul realm. Struggling is futile...
However, the scene of the guardian beast, the snow leopard, rushing towards Remiel suddenly flashed through Ye Zhi's mind.
Is it really in vain... Ye Zhi's fists slowly clenched... No, the dying struggle is not meaningless, the meaning lies in the struggle.
Crack! Ye Zhi's eyes were stern, and a wild hunting chain condensed in his hand. The end split into three chains, tightly clasping the necks of the three wolf-shaped soul beasts! "Kill a few more soul beasts before you die, at least to prove that I have been here!" Ye Zhi's eyes were burning.
Ye Zhi adjusted his breathing with the "Recovering Qi" fighting skill, and the sword pierced through the forehead of a soul beast.
The connected movements were like a tide, and with a backhand slash, he defeated another soul beast, leaving only the last soul beast to tear Ye Zhi's chest. The severe pain in his soul made Ye Zhi grit his teeth.
Ye Zhi defeated the last two-ring soul beast with his injured body.
The surging soul power poured into his body. Ye Zhi was covered in blood, standing alone on the Gobi Desert. The Tree of Life suddenly opened the second ring!
Only two months had passed since the last promotion, and the Ring of Life had broken through again at an astonishing speed!
But Yeats couldn't be happy.
The figure that emerged from the shadows was no longer a three-ring soul beast, but a seven-ring holy creature.
Remiel stared at Ye Zhi coldly with his emotionless lion eyes, and said:
"I have been observing you since a while ago."
Ye Zhi looked at Remire with relief and asked, "Why?"
"The threads spun by the spinning wheel of fate determine everyone's destiny, from the past to the future, from the coming of God to the end of God."
Remiel said: "But I can't see your future from the thread...so..."
"You must stay here forever. Your destiny cannot be violated."
The words fell.
A blood-red light bloomed in Remiel's eyes. As an apostle who controls illusions and soul power, Remiel can directly obliterate existence at the soul level!
A tingling sensation like a tide surged into Yeats's brain, but the cool feeling from the depths of his soul continued to ease the severe pain.
Ye Zhi was surprised to find that the panel seemed to ease the attack from the soul.
Even so, there is no way to escape from here!
At this time.
Yeats received a short message.
Suddenly, Ye Zhi's pupils shrank into a point.
This voice was extremely familiar to Yeats; it was the voice of the King of the Wild Hunt.
The key point is that he used a language that Yeats was extremely familiar with!
It's not Golden Lion, nor is it Northern.
His articulation was as clear as that of a top-level Mandarin speaker.
It was actually my hometown dialect, the familiar [Chinese]! "Are you still alive?"
Ye Zhi felt an indescribable shock in his heart.
It was like grabbing the last straw, and I was so moved that it felt like meeting a fellow villager.
Man, you can speak Chinese! Remier's eyes flickered, as if he was a little surprised that Yeats could hold on for so long.
But see.
The silver-haired boy took out a card with a silver luster.
The moon, like a silver disk, hung high over the Gobi Desert.
Ye Zhi pinched the Moon-Calling Talisman between two fingers, raised it toward the sky, and called out using the short message technique.
"Godfather, save me!"
Remiel looked serious as he raised his head to look up at the sky.
The bright moon is like a mirror, hanging high above the grassland, reflecting thousands of years.
The silver-plate-like moon was covered with cracks, like a broken mirror—the black-armored knight rode on an eight-legged horse, broke through the moon, and entered the realm! !
A line of blood-red text appeared just below Ye Zhi's field of vision.
"Remiel's divine realm has been invaded by the 'King of the Wild Hunt'!!"
(End of this chapter)