69novels Chapter 118 Southeast West Village
Chapter 118 Southeast West Village
Chapter 118 Southeast West Village
Just as Shen Zhaozhao said, Pleiades, who was struggling just a moment ago, once again demonstrated the strength that a Hoshino Prefecture official should have.
The heavens and earth were being torn apart by something; the mountain ridge split open, and half of the cliff slid down, shattering into millions of rocks before it even hit the ground.
The clouds were churned into fluffy shapes, chasing each other eastward, then breaking apart in the middle to reveal the bluish-gray sky behind them.
The sky is also cracking—not actually cracking, but light is leaking through the gaps in the clouds, cutting the sky into countless fragments.
Four giants of frozen earth stood between heaven and earth, their every move causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack.
The mountain is crumbling, yet it is growing; the more it collapses, the faster it is repaired.
Pleiades stood on the shoulder of one of the giants, his clothes were somewhat tattered, but his spirits were high.
He held the giant's head with one hand and gave it the middle finger with the other: "Come on, round two."
The masked man with the snowy throat, whose lower half had shattered in the previous battle, revealing a scraggly lower face, suddenly laughed: "After popsicles comes sugar figurines? So Hoshino Mansion sells sweets after all."
"Come back with me obediently, and I'll treat you to a meal in jail."
"Young man, don't be too arrogant."
The next moment, the two fought amidst the mountains and the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color!
How can one describe the raging winds and the shaking mountains? Wherever the two passed, the sun and moon lost their light, and the land was shattered.
The four men on the hill swallowed hard. None of them had expected that their leader, who was usually unreliable and always had "untrustworthy" written all over his face, would display such terrifying power at this moment.
"Star, Star Cocoon Realm, is it really that terrifying?"
"It's not that Star Cocoon Realm cultivators are strong; even a hundred Star Cocoon Realm cultivators couldn't find someone as exaggerated as you, sir."
Shen Zhaozhao said calmly, "During the Yu Dynasty, the Star Constellation Officials patrolled the heavens on behalf of the heavens. They were usually professionals at the Frost Moon level. If you can be competent for the position of official at the Star Cocoon Realm, it can only prove that your leader has the strength to fight against Frost Moon Realm at the Star Cocoon Realm. Stop looking, your mission has come."
She looked ahead and saw a group of dark-skinned monsters slowly emerging from various parts of the mountain village.
They were hunched over, like demons from hell; some even looked like villagers, but the next second they tore their skin apart.
"Masters, gentlemen, please save me—"
"I don't know why, it suddenly turned out like this —"
"Mommy, I want my mommy—"
The mage wearing round-framed glasses, Lin Chengshou, took a half step back. "What, what are these?"
The cold-faced girl named Xiao Yuan drew her sword and said indifferently, "The Goddess's Blessing of the Goddess Cult Rat—One in Ten Thousand, One Appearance—can turn infected people into this inhuman, ghostly appearance."
Shen Zhaozhao's expression was not good. Ten years ago, during the terrorist attack by the Shenmu Cult in the Shen clan's territory in Linjiang, she was not in the clan's territory at the time, but she learned from her elders that there were only three members of the Shenmu Cult that attacked the Shen clan, one of whom was the previous generation's Zishu.
Those who survived that battle recounted how they watched their loved ones suddenly tear open their skin, then, while complaining of the pain, attack those around them.
Compared to the other two zodiac signs, the most clansmen died at the hands of the Rat, with half of them dying at the hands of their own relatives, without any dignity or respect.
"They, they are all villagers who have been controlled—?"
Shen Zhaozhao interrupted their illusions: "They can't be saved now. Let them be free as soon as possible. And don't be careless. These villagers paid the price of having their souls burned. Now they are at least as strong as those under the Candlelight Armor."
"Ready! Prepare to engage the enemy!"
"A swift victory is needed; the snowstorm is intensifying."
She walked towards the temple, but the villagers seemed not to see her at all, and simply made way for her.
Looking ahead at the temple dedicated to the mountains and rivers, through the dim light, Shen Zhaozhao saw a person wearing a rat-faced mask and dressed in black standing in front of the mountain god statue.
Behind her, the four Pleiades star guardians were engaged in a fierce battle with the villagers who had been transformed into rat-men, while Shen Zhaozhao's face was ashen as she looked at the person inside the temple.
The villagers of Yanbei Village had all been corrupted by him, but when she came to Zishu's side, she could vaguely sense that there was definitely more than one "rat nest" in the mountains.
Perhaps the villagers of Yanxi Village have already been corrupted by him.
Shen Yaoxing and the others had just gone through a great battle and spent half a day in the snowstorm. Their strength was already exhausted. If they encountered hundreds of ratmen... But she couldn't get back in time. Besides, she had to thwart the Divine Mother Cult's scheme.
"They arrived so quickly. Didn't Yi She say she would buy me some time? Oh well, the ceremony is already complete."
Inside the temple, wearing a rat-shaped mask, he made eye contact with the person coming from outside.
Although he was wearing a mask and his face was not visible, one could sense that his spirit had suddenly become very pleased, like a lynx enjoying the dying struggle of its prey.
Both were divine cultivators. The moment their eyes met, beneath the calm sea, a silent battle was brewing, no less intense than the cataclysmic events unfolding outside the mountain.
He said in a sinister tone, "Shen girl, it seems you're too late again."
"Am I really too late? I feel like I arrived just in time!"
"—So what if you came at the right time? A white-haired shaman at the Star Cocoon Realm, do you think you're Shen Yanqing?"
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Upon hearing this, Shen Zhaozhao's expression turned equally sinister as she began chanting an incantation: "Three generations above, my ancestors and my lineage—"
"————" Zishu knew that this was the innate divine power of the white-haired shaman, who had summoned the ancestral image of the Burning Sun Realm, who had a bloodline connection with him in history.
This innate ability would be almost meaningless to people of ordinary backgrounds, since no family could produce someone at the Burning Sun Realm in their ancestors. However, as far as outsiders know, the Shen family of Linjiang has produced three white-haired shamans at the Burning Sun Realm.
However, this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that there are many intermarriages among the sons of the aristocratic families. After more than three hundred years of bloodline continuation, the maternal families of the Shen family members are spread across various aristocratic families, including the super aristocratic families that have produced members of the Burning Sun Realm.
Therefore, each member of the Shen family likely has the bloodline of more than a dozen Burning Sun Realm elders who can invite them.
In the dilapidated village of Yannan in the East Tianshan Mountains, the walls are cracked, the soil is churning, and dark, mushy arms stretch out from the cracks, bracing themselves against the ground and pulling themselves outwards.
Five, ten, dozens—people poured out of the base of the wall like a breached dam. In the center of the village, a small team of professionals was relentlessly attacked and devoured by dozens, even hundreds, of these monstrous creatures. They stubbornly held on, as if on a path leading to hell.
people.
One of the evil spirits suddenly stopped, clutching its head in obvious pain. "Damn it! That crazy woman actually went so far as to sacrifice her lifespan to bring back some kind of monster!"
"He's absolutely insane—"
"Never mind, how's the situation here?"
He stood in a corner of the village, looking at the group of people who were surrounded in front of him, and his expression became very interested.
They were just a group of juniors at the Flame Relic Realm, but they were able to hold on for so long under the raging white storm. If it were an ordinary Flame Relic Realm cultivator, they would have difficulty even standing up, let alone fighting.
However, they are just struggling and judging from the condition of these young people, they won't be able to hold on for long.
Wait a minute, Zi Shu frowned slightly. Why hadn't any of his ratmen died?
These are just ordinary infected people of his, who have sacrificed their souls to achieve a strength of at most the Candle Illumination level. The fact that this group of people could hold out for so long shows that they must have the ability to kill him, the ratman.
He soon discovered that the only one left in the group who could fight was the young man with the sword. The young man was covering his teammates' retreat, but he couldn't bring himself to kill the infected ratmen.
"Longyou, they're monsters now! If you keep going like this, we won't be able to escape!"
"What are you still hesitating about at this point?"
"Ayou————"
Long You's face was ashen, but just moments ago, that little child in front of him had called him "brother," urging him to harm such a child.
"No, they are still villagers. I'll clear a path for you in a moment. You run first, and I'll cover your retreat."
The rat hiding in the shadows found this amusing. Did they really think these rat-people could be saved? Although these people still had some consciousness, it was irreversible. Their consciousness would gradually fade away, and after their souls burned, nothing would be left.
Even Shen Yanqing, the greatest sorcerer of our time, couldn't be saved. Does this person think he's the savior?
If this continues, not only will the villagers who are beyond saving die, but he himself will also die here. However, these young people seem to have quite good potential.
Especially that young man who was protecting his companion, he seemed to have great talent. Maybe he could break through to the Star Cocoon or even the Frost Moon in the future?
He made his decision; he would choose this young man as his backup.
However, at that moment, a sudden gust of wind appeared in front of them.
A large shadow fell, and when he looked up, he saw the young man. In the blink of an eye, the young man appeared in front of him, the knife in his hand only ten centimeters from his face.
The young man's face was completely hidden in shadow, making it impossible to see his features; only the area around his eye sockets showed two points of light.
Unlike his previous hesitation, his voice now sounded like it came from hell: "What are you?"
In Yandong Village, Dongtianshan, a rat-man suddenly stopped, feeling an even stronger headache.
Clutching his head, he tried to recall the last moments his consciousness had returned: "That person—what happened to them?"
Even Shen Zhaozhao might not be able to detect the ratman whose consciousness resided within him; who exactly was that warrior of the Torch Realm?
How was it discovered?
And in that instant, he felt like a rat at the other person's feet, someone who could be crushed at will. Under that oppressive feeling, he looked at his still trembling hands—was it fear? He had just experienced fear.
Is this for real? Not to mention that the opponent's strength has been weakened by the White Storm and is now less than one-tenth of its original strength, even if a Star Cocoon Realm expert were to face him, he wouldn't be afraid.
The rat looked indignant, as if it had eaten a dissertation, and cursed, "Monster, an absolute monster!"
He calmed himself down and looked back at the battlefield.
"Scorching heat, scorching heat, help me!"
"Wang Wei, don't wander off, come back quickly!"
"Oh my god, these people have turned into zombies!"
"Help! Waaaaah!"
Seeing the team here, Zishu's mood calmed down a little.
The monster from before was probably no less talented than Ye Yaotian; this situation is more normal.
However, these young people all seem to be noble children of high status. Perhaps choosing one of them as a backup would not be a bad idea.
Especially the girl called Yan Yan, whose talent seemed extraordinary, but just as he was about to make a move, his consciousness suddenly stopped.
All of this ratman's senses could not be transmitted back, and it wasn't just this one; all the ratmen in the vicinity had lost contact.
At this moment, outside Yandong Village, the rat-men who were chasing Jiang Yanyan and the others just a moment ago suddenly stood still, knelt down and cried.
"Yan Yan, why are you suddenly standing still?"
"Yan Yan, Yan Yan, run! They're catching up!"
"Mosquito, hurry back and save Yan Yan—"
"No, wait, why do these monsters seem to have stopped chasing us?"
The group of companions around him were all puzzled. They were puzzled by their captain's sudden stillness, and also by the fact that the ferocious ratmen had stopped chasing them and were now crying on the ground with their heads in their hands.
Looking at the rat-men crying on the ground around her, Jiang Yanyan suddenly burst into tears. Wiping away her tears, she said, "I know, I know everything, my poor children—"
In Yanxi Village, Dongtianshan, a rat-man stands blankly at the village entrance; it is Zishu, whose consciousness has been transferred here.
What exactly happened?
Why did his consciousness suddenly stop, and why can't he contact any of the rat-men in Yandong Village now?
Someone severed his connection to all living beings? How is that possible! It's utterly absurd.
This is not a natural talent or supernatural power; it is the blessing of the Great Goddess of Love. Not to mention the mere Flame Realm, even the Burning Sun Realm does not have that ability!
Thinking of something, Zishu's heart sank. One of those fools, Xuehou, was controlled and forced to commit suicide by a power that shared the same origin as all living beings.
There was something wrong with that woman, Jiang Yanyan, even though it was only for a moment. He could still sense something unusual about her.
"First, we encountered that monstrous, prodigious young man in Yannan Village, and then a mysterious woman appeared in Yandong Village who could revoke the blessings bestowed upon me by the Goddess! Ha! Haha!"
Encountering so many absurd things, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. The rat was laughing, its face particularly ferocious.
It was just a prank before the main show began; no one expected so many unexpected changes to occur in the Eastern Tianshan Mountains.
But it doesn't matter anymore, the ceremony has already begun, and there's no going back.
He looked toward Yanxi Village, which was much more lively than the other two areas. There were actually two professional teams there, both of whom looked to be around the Fire-level.
Having been to the first two villages, seeing this team of professionals now made Zishu a little apprehensive.
However, this is obviously unnecessary. It's impossible for three monsters like the one we just saw to appear at once.
Let's see if there are any professionals in this group who are worth converting and backing up.
He noticed that the group of young people seemed to have been out and about, and were now weakened by the white storm to the point of being unable to fight. However, he soon discovered that one of the boys was no weaker than the monsters he had just encountered in Yannan Village, with a total attribute value estimated to be as high as four or five thousand.
Then it's you I've chosen!
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