"It's sword energy."
I confirmed the entity responsible for the current situation, nodded slightly, and glanced at Sheng, who was also observing intently beside me.
The boy with long blue hair tilted his head, also deep in thought: "These marks must have been caused by the Dragon Slayer Sword, which is why the cut is so smooth."
"Of course, this also requires a certain level of skill from the swordsman; otherwise, even with a good tool, one cannot achieve this level."
It was undoubtedly that guy we hadn't seen in ages.
However, we have yet to find their location.
The terrifying aura I had felt earlier vanished like a lie the moment I stepped into this slaughterhouse. I had planned to follow the direction of the aura, but now, without any guiding signs, I was left standing there, completely lost.
Stepping onto a reasonably reliable foothold and gazing into the distance, the massive, dismembered corpses stretched almost to the horizon, scattered everywhere. Various drag marks were also tangled and messy, making it difficult to discern the beginning and end, let alone trace the course of the battle.
The only certainty is that the battle did not take too long. The blood on the ground was still slightly warm, but the process was so intense that we did not hear a sound beforehand. Either it had ended long ago, or the center of the battlefield had already shifted to a distant place.
“Let’s go ahead and take a look,” Sheng suggested. “If we find them and confirm that we can still communicate, that would be great. If they need help, we can lend a hand; if they’ve gone crazy, we can try to calm them down. In any case, we can’t waste precious time hesitating about the current situation.”
Although I don't want to meet with the other party, there really isn't a better way.
Even if you want to take a detour, the nearest exit is near that abandoned pika exit. At that time, you will not only be impacted by the debris scattered all over the place, but you will also need to be constantly careful where you step to avoid falling or being attacked by a sudden swarm of pikas.
It would be better to just walk from here; at least you don't have to worry about slipping and getting hurt.
While calming the trembling plants around him, he moved the pieces of corpse on the ground and moved forward along the flesh and blood passage he had opened up. After a while, no more pieces of flesh covered with iron-gray and dark blue scales appeared. Instead, a long snake tail with a beautiful appearance that seemed to reflect a dazzling light under the sun appeared.
Long white feathers stained with bright red blood were scattered all around, with a few interspersed on the tree walls or the ground, standing upright.
Fili, who was perched quietly on my shoulder, chirped softly, seemingly curious about the true nature of what was before her.
Sheng kindly explained: "Although I don't know what it looks like in the legend, in the game, this is the tail of the feathered serpent as it is described."
I tapped the smooth snake scales with my fingers, and from different angles of observation, I could almost see that each scale shimmered with different colors of light. I gently touched the white feathers pinned to the ground, and even without counting the feather roots that went deep into the ground, the length exposed on the ground was much longer than the two of us combined. The feathers, neatly arranged and arranged in rows, were elegant and possessed a slight resilience.
"Judging from the distribution of the feathers, it should still be further ahead."
I gazed at the dense array of white feathers ahead, some of which were slanted and embedded in the tree trunks, or simply cut off in the middle, undoubtedly severed by a sharp blade.
Sheng muttered to himself in bewilderment, "What on earth did this guy do to become so powerful..."
"Perhaps they encountered some extraordinary events."
"That's impossible. I've explored almost every nook and cranny of the map to find the hidden spots... except for places like the trash cans that I haven't really bothered to check."
Although we split up halfway through, we had all personally completed the earlier rounds, so our strategies were basically the same. Plus, with new elements popping up from time to time, it was hard to say which was better or worse. In fact, our side had a slight advantage, mainly due to our larger numbers. Even if the tasks were stressful, others could share the burden.
On the other hand, not only is Lone Wolf alone, but he also maintains an attitude of not being willing to cooperate with others easily. His mental state has also been broken due to repeated returns, and it is impossible to know when he will go berserk... Why does it seem that the progress on the other side is faster?
I pondered for a few seconds and finally offered a possible guess: "Perhaps it's because this isn't the Tartarus you're familiar with, but a Tartarus that's mixed with your reality?"
It's as if this isn't my reality, but a fictional world mixed with some of the real information I know.
Sheng listened attentively to what I said and nodded thoughtfully.
Regardless of whether it's speculation or analysis, as our exploration progressed, after finally outlining the general course of the battle, we finally arrived at what might be the final destination of the great war.
The shattered earth was silent, with only the faint sound of rapid breathing.
The dying feathered serpent lay sprawled in the mud, its beautiful scales torn open, from which scalding, slightly poisonous blood rolled and gushed, eventually gathering beneath its body. Its scattered feathers were crumpled into tangled clumps, as if they had rolled in its own blood and mud, no longer possessing their initial luster. The large cut on its neck, like the rest of its flesh, was clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.
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