Chapter 126 Chapter 126
Seeing You Lin already engaged in battle with the evil god, Miao had originally planned to go over to support him. But as he passed the lifeless dragon vine tree, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Perhaps it was because he was a father, Miao was particularly sensitive to the scent of cubs. At one point, he suddenly heard a few faint cries. Although the sound was so light and vague that it seemed like an auditory hallucination, his instinct told him that it was not an illusion; the cubs were really crying.
After killing the monsters that were in the way, he quickly found the source of the crying.
It was a withered yellow cocoon formed by a multitude of vines. The vines were so tightly intertwined that there was barely a crack. It blocked out most of the black fog, providing a relatively safe haven for the cubs.
Although the crying sounds coming from the tree cocoons were not loud, they were not weak. It seemed that the cubs were in stable condition.
Miao was worried that forcing her way in would cause irreversible consequences, so she spoke through the vines, "What's the situation inside? I'm Miao from the Feather Tribe, and I've come to support you on the orders of His Majesty."
"Your Majesty?" The crying inside paused.
At the word "Your Majesty," the cubs felt as if they had found their backbone. As the sobs gradually faded, their aggrieved and frightened voices filled the air, "Didn't Your Majesty come here? Wow, it's so scary here! Sister Tree is dead, and she still protected us with her last vines."
"Those monsters are so scary. I want to go home. I miss my parents..."
Seeing the cubs almost burst into tears again, Miao quickly comforted them, "Don't be afraid, kids. I'm here with Lord Longzun this time. That guy is very strong, and he can easily drive away those monsters. What we need to do now is to calm down and conserve our energy."
"How many demons are there in the cocoon now? Are they all cubs?"
"Countless, a lot, maybe hundreds." said a childish voice.
"Not all of them. There are many defense forces brothers and sisters inside, but they are all unconscious now."
Miao's heart sank. Young children and the wounded were the most vulnerable to the fog. The former had low resistance, while the latter could easily penetrate through wounds. While these vines temporarily blocked some of the fog, they only treated the symptoms, not the root cause. It was inevitable that some would slip through the cracks and seep in.
Although the number was small, staying in such a nearly closed environment for too long would definitely cause problems. If it were just a few cubs, it would be fine, but the problem was that there were also a large number of unconscious wounded people inside, making it impossible to evacuate them quickly.
"I can't seem to hold on any longer." Another childish voice sounded, but it seemed a little weak compared to the other cubs.
"What's going on?"
"It's Xiaohua. He has been using his body to help us absorb the black fog..."
"Stop him!" Miao said anxiously.
"We can't stop. If we stop, we'll all turn into monsters." The little flower sniffed hard, her voice trembling with tears. "Uncle, please, if I really can't hold on and turn into a monster, you must kill me. Or anyone else can do it. I don't want to become a villain and betray His Majesty the Demon King."
"Don't say such discouraging words. Whoever is able to move inside, you can all hold him down together. Your Majesty is very powerful and will definitely find a solution. I will go help Long Zun close the door now. As long as the door is closed, this nightmare will be over."
Just close the door...
However, even if the door was closed, the fog wouldn't dissipate, and the strange things active on the battlefield wouldn't be eliminated in a short time... Miao shook his head vigorously, shaking off those thoughts. No matter what, the most important thing now was to close the door. As long as the door was closed, there would be room for maneuver.
Miao plucked a feather from his body and placed it on the cocoon, then used magic to transform it into a defensive magic circle. Although it was not very useful, it could at least conceal his presence and avoid being noticed by the strange creatures.
Suddenly, a chill emanated from behind him. Miao's feathers exploded, and he quickly dodged to the side, only to see a demon soldier swinging his weapon at him. His eyes were hollow, and thin white threads appeared at the joints of his body, floating as if defying gravity.
The whole monster was like a puppet.
"Quick reaction." A dark figure slowly appeared behind the puppet. He was also covered in a black cloak, making his features unclear. However, several white threads dangled from his exposed fingers.
The other person raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a playful smile.
"Another evil god?" Miao's mind instantly buzzed. According to common experience, only one evil god should pass through a door at a time, but why were there two here?
If there's a problem here, then the clan leader's problem wouldn't be—
"You guessed right. God will grant you supreme death." The puppeteer narrowed his eyes and moved his fingers slightly. Under his control, the dead soldiers continued to stand up crookedly, pointing their weapons at Miao, who was in the center of the encirclement.
Behind him is a tree cocoon hiding countless cubs.
"Ha...hahahaha..." Miao covered his face, laughing in anger. He had been suppressing his rage from the beginning, forcing himself to remain rational. He knew how severely anger affected judgment, but at this moment, he had no more patience and exploded.
He pointed at the puppeteer's nose and cursed, "Why? We paid everything for this peace, so why do you come here and ruin our world like this? Why do you act so condescending, as if all this suffering is a divine grace bestowed upon us by you, and we should be grateful for it?"
"Why do you play with their corpses?"
He seemed to have returned to the night when the peacocks were exterminated. The corpses of his fellow peacocks were also scattered all over the ground, being desecrated. The evil god in front of him slowly turned into the Taotie in his memory, smiling mockingly at him.
It turns out that he has never let it go.
"I am no longer the helpless guy I used to be." Miao clenched his fists and summoned his weapon.
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"Great, it really is Lord Long Zun. How is His Majesty? Those evil gods can't hurt him, right?"
"Your Majesty, it's alright. What's going on here? Why is there a crack of this size?" He thrust out a long spear, but the evil god dodged it effortlessly. The flute-like instrument in his hand rang out again.
Unlike normal music, these sounds can make people dizzy just by listening to them, and the world in their eyes is distorted and chaotic, as if they have eaten dozens of kilograms of poisonous mushrooms in one breath.
"The crack here was torn open forcibly. When we were halfway through the fight, a giant gray hand suddenly stretched out from the original crack... Later, the tree died, and the hand just knocked once, and her barrier was shattered." The rabbit demon covered his ears and spoke incoherently.
There were even more powerful enemies behind the door, perhaps even more than one. This realization made everyone present feel powerless.
Running away from danger is an instinct imprinted in their genes. But in this situation, where can they run to? The enemy's goal is never simply to occupy a few pieces of land.
What's more, this world was built bit by bit by everyone's own hands.
Another demon fell down, but the evil god remained unharmed. The cheerful music seemed to be mocking their weakness.
Xuan Lin transformed into a human form and landed gently beside You Lin.
"There are actually a few more moves of the Dragon Clan's spearmanship that I haven't taught you yet, but now is the perfect time to learn them," he said.
The long years eventually smoothed over his ambition. Perhaps he finally understood something during this process, and the look he gave You Lin was no longer filled with calculations, but rather calm, gentle, and filled with endless guilt.
This was the first time Xuan Lin stood by him as a father, but it was also the last time. He had long been on the verge of exhaustion, and You Lin knew it all too well.
He continued, "I was wrong to you back then, but wrong is wrong, and I don't ask for your forgiveness. This gun technique is the only compensation I can give you. Watch carefully, I can only teach you this once."
You Lin didn't say anything, but just held the gun and made the same posture as Xuan Lin.
He still remembers his greatest childhood wish: one day his father would personally teach him how to use a spear. This was a privilege afforded to every young member of the tribe, but not him. Back then, the most common thing Xuan Lin said to him was, "Wait, wait a little longer."
So he waited year after year, from being an ignorant cub to becoming a notorious killer. Only when he finally let go of this obsession and put everything in the past behind him did this overdue wish finally come true.
You Lin's mood at this moment was not as calm as he appeared, but he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad. He just felt a blockage in his heart.
"Look, this is the first move."
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"You Lin, I'm very happy to see that you have truly achieved your goal."
"What about you? After being away from the tribe for so many years, have you found what you want?"
"I found it. I found it a long time ago, but I don't have the ability to take it away."
"You still want his blood?" You Lin suddenly became alert.
Xuan Lin was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. "It's not blood, it's the heart. Did you know that every generation of our Dragon Clan's clan leaders has guarded a common secret—a divine power hidden in the Dragon Clan's forbidden land."
"godhead?"
"Yes, it's a dormant divine power. No one knows who its owner is, or where it came from. When I became the clan leader, it had already existed for a long, long time. Back then, I wanted the blood of the phoenix because I wanted to see if I could use the divine blood to awaken it."
"But fortunately, I didn't succeed." Xuan Lin said in a relaxed tone: "Ever since leaving the tribe, I've resented everything and doubted everything. It wasn't until I saw the ideal world you talked about gradually become a reality that I realized my previous thoughts were wrong. The most important thing about cultivation is not to make yourself stronger, but to protect this world."
"If a certain power would cause chaos in the world upon its emergence, it would be better to nip it in the bud. I don't have the broad mind of a phoenix. I only thought of dominating the world once I obtained that divine power. Now it seems ridiculous."
"Why are you telling me this?" You Lin turned his back to him and fired a shot.
"I just thought that if it were you, you would be able to make the most of it."
Phoenix alone cannot stop so many evil gods. Youlin needs this power now, and the world needs this power now.
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The last one came out.
The evil god angrily watched as his notes were broken one by one, and sneered, "Is that all?"
He blew the flute again, and the notes turned into physical objects and flew straight towards Xuan Lin's vital point. You Lin leaned sideways and shot out to block the attack.
The Evil God and the Strange seemed to be two different entities. The most obvious difference was that the Strange had a crystal-like weakness, while the Evil God didn't—or rather, they hid it well. You Lin could only rely on repeated attempts to determine the opponent's weakness.
And just now, he suddenly discovered the mystery hidden on the horizontal flute.
"It turns out that your power comes from external objects." All of his attack methods are related to this horizontal flute.
The evil god instinctively prepared to strike back, but the rabbit demon, which had initially appeared timid, suddenly attacked, using its demonic power to draw a cloud of yellow sand. The evil god's vision was briefly affected, though only for a second, but it was enough.
Under the cover of the demons, countless attacks and You Lin's spear tip landed precisely on Heng Xiao. If one strike wasn't enough, try again. It didn't matter if he got hurt. As long as he could still use his demonic power, as long as he could still disrupt the enemy, he would never retreat.
Finally, with a crisp sound, the flute finally reached its limit and shattered to the ground in full view of everyone. The expression on the evil god's face also changed from disdain at the beginning to horror.
"How is this possible? They're just a bunch of ants. How can they shake a giant tree?" Shocked and furious, the evil god's aura instantly surged. His pitch-black cloak fluttered without a breeze. At that moment, You Lin saw the crystal beneath it. It was perfectly positioned, right at the heart.
At this moment, only the crystal remained in his eyes. Without waiting for anyone else to react, You Lin gripped his spear tightly and poured all his demonic power into it.
A terrifying energy also condensed in Weird's hand. The two forces collided, and in that instant, the sky and the earth lost their color, and the huge aftermath shook everyone away.
Two figures fell from the sky to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.
As the dust cleared, You Lin spat out a mouthful of blood. He knelt on one knee, holding on with all his willpower, refusing to fall. The spear in his hand paused for a moment before snapping into three pieces, clattering to the ground with a few thuds.
At this moment, everyone's mood was as gloomy as this voice.
The evil god was surprisingly not dead. Although he looked extremely miserable at this moment—his mysterious cloak was blasted into rags, the exposed crystals were covered with a spiderweb of cracks, as if they would shatter at the slightest touch, and his body was also covered with holes of various sizes punctured by gunshot.
But even so, He is still alive.
The evil god had very little energy left in his body. He walked towards You Lin step by step, picked up a broken sword from a corpse he passed by, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
"You are indeed very strong, but unfortunately, ants are just ants after all. You can only go this far."
You Lin breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer had the strength to dodge. It wasn't just him; everyone had fought with every last ounce of strength they had. Now, no one could stop him.
Some demons couldn't help but curse, trying to divert the evil god's hatred towards themselves. Some demons closed their eyes, unwilling to watch the scene that followed. Everyone knew clearly what Long Zun's death meant.
Failed...
In the face of death, You Lin was surprisingly still calm.
He originally thought that he would think of many things, such as the unfinished documents on the desk, Liuliu who he had not yet fed, or who would close the door after his death, or the revolving lantern of his past life.
But nothing happened. In his trance, You Lin saw the scene of the day when he and Fenghuang first met and the other party unreasonably snatched his hat away.
Was he so lively back then?
"Phoenix..."
Suddenly, he felt an unbearable burning pain in his right ear. Just when he thought he was about to die, a fiery red feather blade flew out from the earring and pierced through the crystal.
The fire of Nirvana ignited from the heart of the evil god.
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Before leaving, Fenghuang casually touched the earring.
"It's a little dusty, just wipe it off."
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The bright red crystals reflect a beautiful light spot on the skin.
You Lin covered his earrings with a hand, gasping for air. A stream of air rushed through his vocal cords from the inside out, making a sound like laughter.
Then he leaned forward and laughed uncontrollably.
No one knew what he was laughing at.
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