Chapter 134: The Long Night IV (Thanks to the Alliance Leader of Hundred-Eyed)

On the third floor, behind the collapsed side wing, on the outer wall, heavy breathing sounded.

Little An, as if ignoring gravity, stepped on the villa wall on the back side, breathing heavily, looking not far away, but sweat flowed from his forehead into his eyes, bringing stinging pain, making him unable to see clearly.

Above the surface of the pond, that figure standing there.

And even, countless iron shards scattered around.

All shattered, distorted.

Or, held in the hands of that strange figure, examined carefully.

Wolf Pot, Dragon Head, Leaning Pole, Horizontal Pot... he used every technique he was good at, but couldn't cause any injury to the enemy in front of him.

Instead, he was almost exhausted.

Just a momentary distraction, and he felt his hair stand on end; he twisted his body violently, and a blood-colored crystal arrow grazed his temple, nailing into the wall, piercing through three layers, and flying into the night sky, disappearing.

"Is that all?"

The Bai Lu Chosen One known as Slaughter Blood sighed lightly, crushing the iron shard in his hand into powder, so disappointed: "What a pity, it was hard to encounter a Bai Lu hunter, didn't expect it to be a guy kicked out of the house... A wasted trip."

Slap!

Shrill blood light flew out from his fingertips, like a rainstorm, leaving deep traces on the wall, chasing the boy's figure, like maggots on a tarsal bone.

Iron shards and blood crystals collided in the darkness, drawing countless complex trajectories, and finally annihilated each other, or... left scratches on Little An's cheeks and arms.

"Too boring, too boring."

Slaughter Blood waved his hand angrily, flicking his five fingers, knocking the boy to the ground: "Bring out some real skills, Bai Lu hunter! Faster, faster, otherwise die!"

Boom!

A muffled sound exploded in the air, and blood-light crystals flew in all directions.

From the center, it was defeated.

At that moment, the boy's voice finally came from afar.

He said, "Okay."

In stiffness, Slaughter Blood lowered his head, only to see a blood hole appear in his palm.

A wisp of faint light flew out from the boy's hand, defeating his Hunting Blood with the force of a broken bamboo, and the remaining force pierced through his palm without exhaustion.

So fast.

So fast that his body didn't even react; until now, he sensed the tearing pain and the hair-raising fear, and even... the long-lost excitement and fanaticism.

"This is..."

Slaughter Blood greedily licked his own blood, savoring the lingering murderous aura within, intoxicated and fascinated.

And just not far away, at the edge of the pond.

Little An lowered his head, carefully and seriously took off the auxiliary prosthetic limb on his leg, and after noticing the scratches on it, frowned unhappily.

Just like that, he placed it solemnly on a clean stone.

"It seems that the situation on Brother Ji Jue's side is not urgent."

He turned his head, looked at the villa shrouded in darkness in the distance, and said softly: "I'll just, play with you for a while."

Just like that, he took a step toward the pond in front of him.

Ripples lifted, spread.

Gentle water waves supported the boy's figure, and then the second step, the third step.

After taking three steps, the weakness and lightness lingering on the boy had disappeared, replaced by a certain solemnity and ferocity overflowing from his soul.

"Pay tribute to Bai Lu, sir."

He raised his palm, shaking the dust off the iron shard between his fingertips, "This is the claw and tooth granted by the Virtues."

Just between his fingers, on the edge of the iron shard, a line of flowing light flashed and disappeared.

Gorgeous and brilliant.

So elusive.

Yet it made Slaughter Blood tremble all over, almost dancing with ecstasy.

"The Blade of Flying Light."

He widened his eyes, grinned, laughed silently, and looked at the boy on the water waves; both straightened their bodies at the same time, stroked their chests, bowed slightly, solemn and serious.

What was uttered from their mouths was a sincere prayer from the heart.

"—With this hunt, offer to Bai Lu!"

May this duel between prey and hunter be presented to the ears of Bai Lu.

This is a sacred hunt.

The two sides, locked in a fight to the death!

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! It's broken! It's broken! It's broken!"

In the dilapidated hall, among the corpses, the six-armed Multitude mercenary was sweating profusely, his face covered in blood: "Where is the support, where did the support die?"

From the beginning until now, it had been more than ten minutes!

One Desolate Ruin, three Bai Lu, one Entropy, one Heart Pivot... he had already slaughtered six, but the opponents kept coming more and more; he cut down the living, and then dead ones came; after cutting down the dead, living ones came again!

But where was the support?

Where the hell did the support die?!

Why did all the teammates suddenly go offline, and he became a single-player mode? And he had to face a BOSS with double the health! Is this how this damn game is played?!

Or is this some kind of workplace cold violence, and he's being squeezed out?

Not possible, right?

Isn't it just eating a lot, drinking a lot, and shitting a lot? But he also does a lot of work!

Amidst his wild thoughts, tears of anger were about to fall, but his six arms swung, sword blades and knife edges crisscrossed, slashing a opponent who crawled out from the ground into minced meat.

Battle, Mad Blood, Preemptive Strike... among his six Multitude blessings, each had been qualitatively changed twice on average, especially Mad Blood, which had qualitatively changed three times, enough for him to output his own spiritual quality at overclocked levels until death.

But now, he was already at death's door.

Cold laughter rang out from in front of him and behind him; identical voices echoed among the severed limbs and remains, two identical men wandered in the blood, searching for his weaknesses and gaps.

And just a moment ago, in the instant they brushed past, a deep crack appeared on Old Tang's back.

"Damn it, Corpse-Eating Brothers!"

Old Tang was furious: "Why is it you two unlucky bastards again! Are you ever going to finish!"

"Oh my, Brother Jerry, long time no see, you're not doing so well." The older of the twins grinned: "Fate brings people together from a thousand miles away."

"Hmm? Isn't he called Smith?" The younger brother grinned mockingly.

The older brother said: "Last time he seemed to be called Wang Qiang..."

"What about this time? What's he called this time? I heard on the broadcast that you're called Old Tang; we've known each other for so long, but I've never seen you report your real name once."

The younger brother sneered: "That's not good, we're all old friends; even if you die, we'll at least help you set up a monument. You have too many names, I'm afraid I won't be able to write them all down."

"Damn it, you two rotten-assed bastards will die out before I do!"

Old Tang cursed, but the tears in his heart couldn't stop flowing.

Chen Xingzhou, this time I've truly lived up to you!

I just knew, not a single cent of the money earned from your house could be taken for free... You dead ghost, it's fine if you died yourself, why did you have to take me with you?

A chill surged, murderous intent hit his face!

The two figures suddenly disappeared from their original spots like ghosts, close at hand; the brothers' short knives attacked two places with incomparable tacit understanding, and the speed was unimaginably fast.

Even compared to Old Tang's six-armed joint fierce attack, they didn't fall behind at all.

In the instant they crossed, one knife stabbed into the heart, one knife stabbed into the throat.

It wasn't a heavy injury.

And Old Tang's sword edge and broken blade also wedged into those two drooling dead faces, blood splattering, life and death separated... it should have been like this, but now, on the floor, there were already corpses of the two everywhere!

Matrix · Ten Thousand Shadows, the superior inheritance received points directly to Bai Lu, and the ability it carried was the shocking—cloning!

In the blink of an eye, two more identical faces appeared before his eyes, and even the smiles didn't have the slightest change, and then, they became four, six...

Amidst the continuous mockery and strange laughter, the corpses falling in the pool of blood turned into ashes, but the clones seemed endless. It was like the deep sea, gradually swallowing him.

Until Old Tang couldn't take this mental pollution anymore, and suddenly shook his voice: "Fourth Great-Uncle, save me!!!"

At that instant, an aged face emerged from his neck, white long beard fluttering in the wind, and turbid pupils opened.

"What's the matter? Oh, working, huh."

'Fourth Great-Uncle' glanced at the scene around him, unmoved, just asking: "Where's the money?"

Old Tang gritted his teeth, took a gold coin from his pocket, and threw it out casually.

The gold coin fell and was gripped by a hand covered in wrinkles and age spots reaching out from his back, weighing it slightly, Fourth Great-Uncle was immediately disappointed: "Fake?"

"Just make do, it's about the same!" Old Tang was furious: "What era is this, modern people have long used paper money. Do you accept virtual currency?"

This old man is just troublesome; every time he comes out to work, he wants money, and he only accepts gold coins from the Eternal Empire period!

Where are there so many on the market?

Even if there were, they were crazily expensive; there was no way, he could only forge them.

Making him now more proficient at carving the head of that damn emperor than writing his own name.

Fourth Great-Uncle sighed, pouting: "Each generation is worse than the last, less and less rule-abiding..."

"Indeed, less and less like a human." Another face emerged from the other side of the neck, rudely interrupting.

"I think, this Tang family, sooner or later will be finished."

A playful smile emerged from the wound on the side of his face: "Why not hire me, A-Qian, just pay in Federation currency, help you finish this battle, only nine million."

"Little Seven, shut up, stop nagging!" Fourth Great-Uncle glared, "You dare to steal my work?"

"If you can do it, do it; if you can't, get lost!"

Old Tang, or rather, Tang Qian, could no longer take these ancestors of various meanings; the opponent was almost riding on his face, and they were still bargaining here?!

"Take it, take it, take it; after I die, let's see who will give you money, you can just wait for some idiot kid to burn newspapers for you!"

"Fine..."

Fourth Great-Uncle sighed helplessly for the last time: "Consider it a discount, with this little money, five minutes at most."

Saying that, he opened his mouth and threw that counterfeit Empire gold coin into his mouth, swallowing it!

Then, the sound of flesh and blood growing that made one's scalp tingle emerged from Old Tang's body, and right next to that bearded face, on Tang Qian's neck, another head appeared!

White-haired and gray, long beard fluttering.

Old and decrepit.

But when the turbid pupils slowly raised, they radiated a fierce light that made one feel a chill.

It was as if looking down at the two brothers who were stunned in front of him.

He said: "Same as usual, you defend, I attack."

"Good."

Tang Qian nodded without a second thought, the two hands among the six arms threw down the broken knife and the cracked sword blade without hesitation, and the withered, thin arms that had quickly shriveled and revealed wrinkles and scars reached out into the void.

Gripped again.

Immediately after, a ferocious long spear mixed with scarlet and pitch black appeared from the strong wind; just a horizontal sweep was enough to set off a heart-shaking stormy sea in the air!

The Chosen One's summons personally selected by the Virtue · Multitude manifested here!

—【Matrix · Asura】!

On those two faces connected by bloodline, there was the same solemnity and coldness.

"Die!"

A shrill white tornado rose from the ground.

Storm and death, sprinting over!

Amidst the earth-shaking, the narrow safe room vibrated violently.

The flickering lights also extinguished in the erosion of static electricity; in the darkness, only the phone camera light was still shining, illuminating a face full of tears, already sobbing uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry to my brother, sorry to Old Lin, sorry to Old Ji..."

"A-Yi, thank you, brother; if I die, you must not be impulsive, run quickly, survival is important, there's no need to drag yourself down because of a disaster like me."

"Tell Ji Jue, it's me who's sorry to him; in the next life, I'll turn into a beauty and find him to offer myself, woooo..."

"Second Brother."

A-Yi's iron-blue face struggled to make a sound.

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"You can fucking stop talking!!!"

A-Yi was about to cry; he couldn't hold on anymore.

Even if he kept pouring spiritual quality supplements into his mouth, the entire villa was about to be dismantled by someone now; amidst the earth-shaking, he was already exhausted just maintaining the illusion.

Chen Yubo couldn't see the scene outside, but he could clearly perceive it.

So many fierce ghosts and evil spirits were digging everywhere looking for you.

It was only a matter of time before they touched this safe room; by then, the two of us wouldn't even have a place to run!

Boom!!

Amidst the violent vibration, the entire villa showed cracks again, and A-Yi's face turned pale; the illusion actually dissipated for an instant, and in his perception, he didn't know how many residual spirits were swarming over like a storm.

Instantly, they pierced through the wall and entered!

And then... there was no then.

One, two, three, four, five, six... so many residual spirits, at least a dozen, after piercing through the wall and coming in, actually disappeared strangely?!

What the hell?

He turned his head back in a daze, seeing the dumbfounded Chen Yubo, and the two cats in his arms. But in the light of the phone camera, Chen Yubo's shadow was so small.

And the shadows of those two cats were, slowly expanding?

"Meow~"

The cats were still playing as usual, not knowing sorrow.

In the cat's shadow, something opened its eyes impatiently, glanced outward, and then... those residual spirits all disappeared without a trace.

Only shadows like sharp wings unfolded within the safe room, as if wanting to fill everything.

What exactly... was that?

"What's wrong?" Chen Yubo asked blankly.

"No."

A-Yi swallowed with difficulty, squeezed out a smile: "No, nothing."

Outside the safe room, a storm rose from the ground.

Earth-shattering.

Amidst the roaring, the villa shook violently, unable to withstand the repeated ravaging, teetering on the edge of collapse.

And right under the fragments of the collapsed ceiling, the violent Centaur expanded again—at this very moment, he had transformed into a bone giant over five meters tall.

Roaring in anger.

Completely insane, trampling repeatedly.

"Damn it, die for me! Die! Die! Die! Die!!!"

Amidst the earth-shaking roar, the little Ox-Horse, smoking and flaming, sprinted, one leg turned into a wheel, swaying left and right amidst the trampling incredibly, and then suddenly leaped up.

Three hands gripped the iron giant axe.

Fiercely slashed onto the Centaur's skull!

The giant axe shattered, blood gushing like a spring.

On the strange exoskeleton that looked like a horse face, cracks appeared, and blood water sprayed out constantly as if leaking.

The Centaur wailed, reaching out to pull out the axe blade fragments on his face, but Ji Jue's bullets had already been reloaded, aimed at his face, and pulled the trigger.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Four gunshots continued into a thunderclap, and four large holes appeared on the Centaur's face; his jaw, cheekbones, and skull were all flipped open, flesh and blood blurred.

This time, he couldn't regenerate as quickly as before; under the continuous consumption of the little Ox-Horse, it had slowed down too much. What's more, the little Ox-Horse, running in overload, had already opened its mouth, gluttonously, biting, chewing, and mercilessly sucking this blood full of abundant vitality.

The boiling dragon blood ran in the mechanical structure, emitting a shrill wail like a hiss.

The five lightbulb-composed eyes on its face shone brightly.

Excited beyond control.

After successively swallowing a large number of residual spirits and the Centaur's blood, the broken structure and bent skeleton under the armor had completely recovered; not only that, in the massive irrigation of spiritual quality and life, the fierce dragon blood actually further activated, eroding and transforming this mortal body.

Under the guidance of fluid alchemy, the appearance moved closer to its essence again—

Bang!

Mechanical fragments flew, and on the now extremely abstract head of the little Ox-Horse, two curved, symmetrical sharp structures like horns actually grew, leaving Ji Jue dumbfounded.

It's broken, it really has become an Ox-Horse now.

No, wait a minute, if I had named it Dragon-Horse back then... would it have grown wings now?!

Before Ji Jue could regret and sigh, he heard the Centaur's final hiss.

It was as if he finally felt fear and despair. He used all his strength, struggling violently, throwing off the little Ox-Horse entangled on his body, and didn't even care about Ji Jue who was close at hand, turning around and wanting to sprint outside.

But it was already too late.

The muzzle was raised again, and the gold armor-piercing bullet flew out!

Blood splashed, and a broken leg flew into the sky.

Immediately after was the second one.

The Centaur fell to the ground, unwilling to give up, still crawling with both hands, but then, he noticed in the corner of his vision that the little Ox-Horse had already flown up.

Under Ji Jue's instruction, it held the broken axe handle upside down, and the sharp broken end, like a spear, pierced into his throat, pinning him to the ground.

The bullets were reloaded again, but when Ji Jue didn't use curse bullets, apart from pure physical destructive power, the lethality was truly limited.

The pierced wound was closing rapidly, and the bones where his legs were broken were actually growing again.

In just a few seconds, he had already started to recover...

The scene in front of him made Ji Jue's eyelids jump wildly, envious to the point of almost vomiting blood.

Is this a Vortex-type Chosen One?

In these few minutes, just the damage Ji Jue and the little Ox-Horse poured out was enough to kill seven or eight Desolate Ruins, a dozen Multitudes, and hundreds or thousands of himself, yet this guy looked like he was still jumping around, his health bar was simply longer than the screen...

To have such a hard life, isn't it just too damn hard to kill!

He hesitated, ultimately not triggering the mutation bullet; once contaminated by mutation, it had no other use except to be made into bullets, and even the little Ox-Horse couldn't be fed.

Although the little Ox-Horse itself was a mutation creation, if he forced it to eat, it definitely wouldn't care, but... leave mutation to others, better not keep it for himself to use.

It was already a mutation species, and he was forcing more mutations on it; he was afraid it wouldn't collapse fast enough.

However, a Vortex-type Chosen One...

Everything on him is a treasure.

His eyes narrowed slightly, examining carefully, hard to hide his admiration: this vibrant vitality, if it could be completely extracted, would definitely make the dragon blood's awakening level go up another level, right?

"Truly, a piece of fine jade."

In the short silence, he sighed faintly, suddenly feeling the happiness Lawrence once had.

Clearly having done nothing, how did such good material grow out of the ground right under his eyelids?

Really strange.

But really happy.

Truly, something to look forward to.

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That look, however, made the roaring Centaur pause, for no reason, feeling a chill all over.

Especially after sensing the pure and strange Ember aura on Ji Jue, he finally understood what kind of ending was waiting for him, and couldn't help but start trembling, cursing.

"Damn it, little bastard, fuck your mother!"

The horse face roared, struggling violently: "If you have the guts, just kill me!"

The little Ox-Horse stepped on his body, its giant mouth opened, and liquid mixed with engine oil and blood leaked from the corners of its mouth like saliva, already unable to hold back.

Bang!

The armor-piercing bullet shattered the Centaur's elbow joint, curbing his struggle.

And then, one steel bar after another was pulled out by the little Ox-Horse, pinning his limbs to the ground, fixing him completely, like a specimen.

"Stop dreaming, little bastard."

But facing the smile gradually approaching from Ji Jue, the Centaur, in complete despair, cursed crazily, and on his face, where scarlet and iron-blue swirled, the final ferocity emerged: "Die together!!!"

The final scarlet emerged from the broken exhaust pipe, like flames.

The matrix operated, endlessly stimulating life, and even the blessing was shattered in this violent operation; no, it should be said, it was actively destroyed, and what was exchanged was this spiritual quality that surged out like a tide.

His body was expanding rapidly, fierce light flowing from his blood vessels and internal organs.

The irreversible fuse was lit from his soul, turning him into a terrifying bomb capable of sending the villa to the heavens.

But before that, what finally rang in his ears was Ji Jue's voice.

"Don't be in a hurry, old buddy, sit down first."

He raised his hands, soothing gently: "Let's talk... heart-to-heart."

Slap!

Blood sprayed, like a sluice gate opening, gushing out from the torn abdomen, staining that gentle and calm smile, winding down.

Ji Jue's ten fingers joined like knives, stabbing out!

Piercing into his body.

Gripping the heart!

Right on his ten fingers, spiritual quality swirled, and the complex Non-Attack matrix shone.

Easily freezing that massive surging spiritual quality, pinching out the fuse that was about to explode.

And then, a shrill scream burst from the Centaur's mouth.

Instantly, falling into purgatory! ===== CHAPTER 135 =====

In an instant, falling into purgatory!