Chapter 622 Melting
The snowflakes falling from the sky grew denser and denser, and the wind began to howl in the streets. Not long ago, this place had only clear and peaceful winter nights, but now it seemed as if the entire neighborhood was shrouded in a blizzard. As the wind and snow intensified, the fog that clung to the streets did not dissipate; instead, it gradually became so thick that even buildings a few dozen meters away could not be seen.
Yu Sheng felt that the "boundaries" of the entire world were becoming blurred, and many things in his perception were mixed together. He even felt that the ground beneath his feet had become a floating phantom.
But at that moment, streaks of eerie blue foxfire suddenly appeared in the blizzard. The flames, brimming with spiritual energy, seemed to be arranged in some kind of complex array, swirling and dancing in the wind and snow. Wherever the foxfire passed, runes spontaneously ignited, and the surrounding fog and snow were cleared away for a short time.
Without a moment's delay, everyone took advantage of the brief respite to dash through dozens of meters of snow and wind, running toward the "underground parking lot entrance" that had transformed into a strange cave.
Before they stepped into the cave, the surrounding streets were finally completely swallowed up by the wind and snow, turning into a vast, continuous silhouette in the snow and fog.
The howling wind suddenly subsided, as if it were being kept outside the cave entrance by an invisible barrier.
Yu Sheng frowned and glanced back at the road he had come from, which was covered by wind, snow and thick fog, before turning his gaze to observe his surroundings.
He saw the parking lot ramp stretching out before him, the reinforced concrete ground in a torn and broken state, rocks and soil piled up on the road, and many strange black substances covering the surface, which looked like obsidian or some similar molten and cooled product. The space at the end of the ramp was vast, seemingly still resembling a parking lot, but with large stones and soil integrated into it, making the entire space appear several times larger.
A fog obscured the view in the distance, making it impossible to see the end of the parking lot.
There is no doubt that this "parking lot" has become alien—but it is not any alien land that Yu Sheng knows.
The fluorescent lights on the roof were still working, so the parking lot wasn't completely dark. Yu Sheng led Hu Li at the front, cautiously observing the surroundings as he walked. Eileen followed closely behind him, her short legs darting about. Luna walked silently at the back of the line, constantly on guard.
As they walked past a pillar covered in black substance, Hu Li suddenly stopped and reached out to tug at Yu Sheng's sleeve.
Yu Sheng followed the other person's gaze and his eyes narrowed.
At the foot of that concrete pillar, next to a private car engulfed by black matter, lay a tall figure lying quietly.
Yu Sheng walked over and confirmed that it was indeed the out-of-control artificial saintess he had seen in the illusion.
But she had ceased to move—her life force had dissipated so completely that even Yu Sheng couldn't sense her presence. Only Hu Li, with her sharp eyes, noticed this black body that was almost completely integrated with the surrounding obsidian material.
Luna quickly stepped forward and crouched down to examine her fellow countryman—her movements were very light, even seemingly tinged with panic. She tried to open a piece of armor below the other's cervical spine and connect her fingers to a groove there, but after a moment, she withdrew her hand and silently shook her head.
“Mind, melted away,” she whispered. “Yes, remote self-destruct, command.”
Yu Sheng's expression turned somewhat grim: "Remote self-destruction?"
“The controller has detected that things are out of control,” Luna said with difficulty. “The retrieval command is ineffective, so remote destruction is required.”
She raised her hand, pointed to her head, and looked into Yu Sheng's eyes.
"I used to have it too, but you washed it away."
Yu Sheng remained silent, only looking down at the cold body—in his perception, the body was like a dark, empty shell, completely devoid of life, no different from the surrounding rocks and soil. But after a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his hand: "Luna."
A cut was made on his palm, and bright red blood flowed out, floating in the air like a piece of bright silk.
The blood fell onto the nameless saintess's body and quickly seeped into it. However, Yu Sheng only heard some hollow echoes. The body did not react at all, and no new breeze appeared in the wilderness of souls.
Eileen walked over, as if she had discovered something. She stepped forward and used both hands to pry open the nameless saint's hand—the hand was stiff and cold, stubborn as an iron clamp, but the little doll's original body was very strong, and the hand was still pried open, and a few shiny game coins and some colorful candies fell out.
Eileen looked at the things rolling on the ground, somewhat bewildered, picked them up, and looked up at Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng simply bent down, patted Eileen's head, and put away the game coins and candy.
He thought that perhaps until the moment her mind melted away, the nameless artificial saintess still believed that she was a human being and that she would be fine as long as she ate a few candies.
Just then, a slight creaking sound suddenly came from not far away, interrupting Yu Sheng's thoughts.
It sounded like something was breaking apart, accompanied by a series of teeth-grinding, tearing, and scraping noises.
Everyone instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came.
Snowflakes began to fall in the underground parking lot—though small, tiny snowflakes clearly saw through the roof and silently landed in the vast underground space. Along with this eerie scene of snow falling indoors, an unstable crack suddenly broke through the mist at the end of the garage, and a swaying figure appeared in the crack.
Yu Sheng vaguely heard voices coming from the other side of the rift: "...Retrieve signal...It should be just ahead, hurry...The rift's duration is limited..."
The next second, an invisible wind suddenly blew through the underground parking garage, dispelling the fog.
A dozen or so bronze knights, a large number of Hermit soldiers dressed in black combat uniforms, and several priests in white robes came into view.
The white-robed priests stared at Yu Sheng and his group in astonishment.
The presence of several strangers in the alienated parking lot space was clearly unexpected, leaving everyone momentarily stunned. But the next second, one of the hermit priests, who appeared to be a leader, reacted—this tall "sage," clad in a white robe with gold patterns and white hair and beard, suddenly widened his eyes and pointed forward: "Heretics!"
The bronze knights immediately charged forward, while the church soldiers in black combat uniforms immediately sought cover and began firing. The remaining white-robed priests quickly hid behind the soldiers and knights. However, Yu Sheng, standing opposite them, laughed at this scene.
Yu Sheng laughed heartily, and even felt a genuine joy emanating from within, like suddenly receiving an ice-cold Coke on a hot summer day, or someone handing him a pillow when he was sleepy. His pleasure came from the bottom of his heart, and the game coins and candies he was tightly clutching in his hands crunched.
The next second, several foxfires intertwined in front of him to form a raging fire net. Eerie fireballs darted out from between the fire nets, whistling and streaking across the air. Particle beams splashed from the opposite side violently collided with the spiritual energy barrier created by the fox, and ripples spread out, emitting sharp explosions!
Taking advantage of the moment when Hu Li and the other side were suppressing each other's firepower, Yu Sheng quickly equipped his blood needle launcher, dodged a brass armored body that pounced on him, and then confidently handed his back to Luna beside him. He raised his hand and fired a burst of blood needles at the black-clad soldiers on the other side.
A slight stinging pain came from his arm as blood was being drawn. This slight pain was not annoying; on the contrary, it made Yu Sheng feel his mind becoming clearer. His consciousness skillfully synchronized with the simple artifact spirit mounted in his arm armor. The tiny blood needles that darted through the air seemed to have eyes on them. Yu Sheng's perception was immersed in them, and he controlled them to pierce into the light power armor of the Hermitage soldiers.
The tough alloy armor could withstand a hail of bullets, but it seemed to be non-existent when faced with the seemingly fragile and delicate blood needles. Those "needles" burst into tiny blood flowers on the breastplates of the two church soldiers, and then silently seeped into the steel like a sponge absorbing water. The two enemies did not react at first, and they did not even feel that they had been hit by something. However, the next second, a terrible pressure crushed their entire bodies.
Their armor began to activate, flesh and bone rapidly growing within the alloy armor. Servo motors at their joints emitted ecstatic screams of life, while unstable blood plasma surged through the tubing of their power backpacks. Then, the power armor began to "grow" inward, the wildly proliferating blood vessels, nerves, and skeletal structures violently crushing the human anatomy within—
One of the soldiers desperately tried to remove his armor, but the electromagnetic clips had become an integral piece of metal skin. Countless nerve synapses grew under his mask, and activated cables broke through the tubes, rushing into his skull.
Beside him, another Hermit soldier didn't even have time to react before becoming a prisoner of his own armor. After his first and last scream, he turned around abruptly and began firing wildly at his teammate.
The particle rifle cheered, its muzzle bursting with spurting blood, and the newly formed heart in the energy magazine throbbed with powerful force. This newborn inanimate object released its brief but intense vitality until its structure was completely overloaded and burned out, turning into a pale, delicate, bone-ash-like powder that fell in a flurry.
Immediately afterwards, a blood grenade was thrown into the center of the battlefield. The grenade exploded silently, and a large area of crimson mist began to spread violently as if it were alive, actively drifting towards all hostile living things within its range.
Putting aside everything else, the three heroes of the Demon Suppression Tower are indeed quite skilled at evil cultivation. Their weapon-refining techniques would easily be seized by the law enforcement immortals in Thousand Peaks Spirit Mountain, but in a prestigious sect like the inn, which is both righteous and wicked, everything is just right.
(End of this chapter)
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