Chapter 135: The Long Night V (Thanks to the Alliance Leader of Johannes van den Berg)

Blessed Equipment—Transcendent Vision, activated!

Amidst the four-fold, eight-fold, sixteen-fold accelerated time, Ji Jue's eyes lit up.

First, what was applied to his hands was the physical strengthening of the Ember lineage, turning his hands into tools superior to knives and axes, tearing through tough muscles, and piercing into the lungs.

Immediately after, between his ten fingers, movement and stillness swirled, condensation and vibration, repulsion and fusion, opening and closing... the qualitatively different spiritual quality changes erupted between those two palms, and what they brought was unparalleled destructive power against all alchemical items!

—Dissociation Technique, activated!

The only target was the matrix in the Centaur's body that was already on the verge of destruction.

It was like kicking the remaining good leg of a cripple.

At this moment, accompanied by the Centaur's increasingly high-pitched shrill screams, the spiritual quality storm that destroyed all alchemical structures erupted from Ji Jue's ten fingers, aiming at the weakest nodes among them, and without hesitation, inflicted destruction!

After integrating Non-Attack's operation on spiritual quality, the destructive effect of the Dissociation Technique against all spiritual quality creations surged again!

The essence of the matrix is a signpost leading to the path of the Virtues, a path opened by countless predecessors from the tapestry, and at the same time, it is a seed of miracle that gathers the essence of the Virtues and ascending spiritual quality.

And now, after repeated impacts and ravaging, the matrix, which was on the verge of self-detonation during overload operation, could no longer withstand this destructive impact aimed at all spiritual quality creations.

Like the last ten tons of straw that broke the camel's back.

The high-pitched sound of chains breaking rang out, and immediately after, one after another, complex spiritual quality circuits appeared, collapsed, shattered, and dissociated on the soul that was on the verge of disintegration...

In the end, for an instant, Ji Jue felt as if even something called a soul was held in his palms by his crossed ten fingers.

Caught it—

Actually... so simple?!

In the sudden trance and realization, Ji Jue couldn't help but fall into a daze, hard to believe.

No need for too massive power, nor need to calculate and consider with schemes, not even need to control with full concentration; the moment the essence of this skill emerged in his heart, everything happened naturally.

The invisible hand of Non-Attack integrated here with the essence of the Dissociation Technique.

Without any gap.

It was as if, naturally, it should be like this!

From the high-altitude "overlook," every change was clearly visible, and no flow could escape his eyes. And all the flaws and fragile places also became so clear.

Simple to the point that he only needed to reach out his hand, at the appropriate time and position, to push the first domino, and it would be enough to trigger an unexpected frenzy.

Click!

The unstoppable disintegration and collapse spread like a chain reaction, ravaging and shrouding everything.

After such a long period of self-torture and practice, he finally stepped into the threshold of the Dissociation Technique, and from a glimpse, saw the vast and magnificent scenery in the distance, and even that long and bumpy road, so distant.

Ji Jue clenched his ten fingers.

Without mercy, he ground everything in his hands into powder!

The matrix, which had long been unable to bear the burden, shattered in response; the brilliant flowing light didn't even have time to dissipate before it was captured and devoured by the Mechanical God's ability.

And then, before the out-of-control spiritual quality and life force exploded like a bomb, the Non-Attack matrix shone again.

Alchemical operation, start!

No, this couldn't even be called alchemy... it was just relying on the characteristics of spiritual quality operation, crudely grabbing and looting!

Treating the Centaur's body as a container, using the characteristics of Non-Attack, he manipulated everything within reach, spiraling inward, turning into a vortex, gathering all life, spiritual quality, and residual blessings into one place, stirring them into a ball, and forcibly compressing them!

After maximizing the avoidance of dissipation and loss, it was also made into a complex polymer that was difficult for anyone to swallow and digest, no different from poison, garbage.

"Come out for me!"

Accompanied by Ji Jue's shout, the Centaur's body shriveled rapidly, like a withered corpse, instantly cracking, weathering, and when his palm pulled out from the remains, it radiated gorgeous and strange light.

That was a heart that was still beating crazily.

Aggregating all the spiritual quality and life force before the Centaur's death, the crystal-clear heart emitted bursts of strange fragrance, but when the blood on it dripped onto the ground, it hissed like a fierce poison, making the broken floor also squirm like a living thing, revealing bloodshot veins and fascia.

Thanks to Ji Jue's crude methods, the heart had already started to squirm and grow rapidly from the moment it appeared; if it weren't for Non-Attack's suppression, it would have been covered in tumors by now, turning into who knows what kind of ghost thing.

Life science is also a profound discipline in alchemy worth an artisan spending a lifetime studying; with Ji Jue's level, he was completely wasting good material, and even if he took it to Professor Ye's place, apart from a "garbage," he wouldn't get any positive evaluation.

For humans, it had absolutely no utilization value.

But for the little Ox-Horse... it was just right.

As early as the moment the heart appeared, the little Ox-Horse had already leaned over, lying on the ground, its tail wagging crazily, leaving deep scratches on the wall.

A giant mouth was drooling.

Already, drooling.

Wishing it could pounce...

But after Ji Jue looked back, it forcibly restrained itself, not daring to be presumptuous.

"Sit down."

Ji Jue ordered, and the floor shook, the little Ox-Horse lay on the ground, head raised, tail still wagging, highlighting obedience.

"Hand, right hand, not this one... right, turn a circle, flip a somersault, good, good, obedient."

Ji Jue's left hand touched its head and chin with satisfaction, and finally, handed over the rapidly expanding heart: "Alright, eat."

The car lights on the little Ox-Horse's face shone brightly, carefully opening its mouth toward the heart in Ji Jue's hand, biting it, then turning back and lying on the ground, tearing, pulling, gluttonously eating.

Even the blood drops and meat shreds that fell on the ground were not spared, chewing them together with the floor with a crunch!

And Ji Jue looked at his empty palms—five fingers slender and fair, without calluses or flaws, and not even a drop of blood or dust remained.

With his will, the Non-Attack matrix faded and appeared.

Finally, he could control it freely.

And in the dial on his wrist, the number 【2】 that was originally only half full, the gold in it actually surged up a large chunk again... after destroying a matrix, the progress bar actually surged by one-third, and even the Mechanical God's ability had a satisfaction like being full.

Not only that, from the perception like an illusion, the Centaur's understanding and feeling of the Virtues in his life also surged over, even causing his understanding of Vortex to deepen a lot, even exceeding the highest Ember before!

In other words, it wasn't just that there were shortcuts in alchemical techniques—in the future, if he needed to increase his understanding and realization of the Virtues, he just needed to find a few corresponding Chosen Ones and dismantle a wave of matrices?

Good people, everyone is a good person!

Ji Jue couldn't help but put his hands together, full of gratitude in his heart.

This is all a gift from heaven.

They say saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!

Dead Chosen Ones can only be materials, and living Chosen Ones, besides being materials, their matrices can also increase the career experience bar... doesn't this mean he has to do more good deeds and commit fewer killings in the future?!

It's getting better!

This life, this living, the vast sentient beings of this world, all got better in an instant!

We Ember are just such a gentle tapestry that leads people to good, supreme kindness, not even willing to waste a grain of rice dropped on the ground; the world ultimately has too deep a prejudice and too many misunderstandings about us artisans!

"The path of Non-Attack is long and arduous."

Ji Jue sighed, looking at the bright moon in the night sky outside the broken window, smiling compassionately.

The moonlight was silent.

Quietly illuminating that hungry smile stained with blood and ferocity.

And beside him, in the shadows in the corner, Jin Mao was trembling.

Not daring to make a sound.

It's broken, I accidentally saw Brother Ji eating people! Isn't it only when we Bai Lu mutate that we eat people, how come Ember eats even more fiercely?!

It's over, it's all over, he's looking over, and still smiling at me!

Should I just slit my own throat, or should I just kneel on the ground and kowtow to beg Brother Ji to take me as a dog?

His tears were rushing out.

Please, I'm willing to do anything!

On the other side of the villa, the hall had been dyed scarlet.

Countless identical corpses were piled on top of each other, almost forming a mountain, severed limbs and remains were swung out from under the blades and gun barrels, blood rain pouring.

That was simply a real hell!

Boom!

The storm rose again, turning into scarlet, and after the stormy sea, Asura sprinted out, laughing wildly, swords and blades slashing.

At this very moment, the Corpse-Eating Brothers no longer had the ease and happiness from not long ago, their faces covered in cracks, and the number of deformed ones among the split clones was increasing.

Dumbfounded.

At this moment, facing this god-like shot, they didn't even have time to dodge.

Even the screams were pinched out in their lungs.

Severed at the waist!

In the final death struggle, the younger brother only managed to leave a complete head; before it landed, it was held in the arms of the panicked older brother, relying on dozens of clones sacrificing their lives to delay, he turned around and didn't dare to hesitate, sprinting away.

Fleeing in a sorry state.

"Jin Wujiu! Jin Wujiu, what the hell are you doing!"

The fleeing older brother roared while sprinting: "We're dead, how will you explain to Lei Yaoxing! How will Lei Yaoxing explain to Jiangcheng! What the hell are you thinking?!"

Jin Wujiu was silent, not answering.

Rather, he was... sweating profusely!

It was as if he had been frozen.

Several times, he tried to raise his hand, but the chill lingering in his bone marrow became clearer.

Intuition told him that once he went in, he would die.

He would definitely die!

Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!

But now, when in just a few minutes, the team that was originally enough to sweep through Chen Xingzhou's remnants, and also shouldered more tasks and missions, was wiped out in this inconspicuous ruin.

He felt the strangeness even more.

Amidst the Centaur's wails before death in the distance, the Corpse-Eating Brothers roared hoarsely, finally making the corners of his eyes twitch.

No matter what, it was absolutely impossible for him to go in... but watching the Corpse-Eating Brothers die here, he couldn't explain it to Jiangcheng either.

At this moment, amidst his focused vigilance, he finally gritted his teeth, raised a finger, and pointed to the sky.

Above the cloudy firmament, thunder suddenly vibrated, electric light sprinted and entangled, falling toward the earth, turning into an unstoppable dazzling thunderbolt, roaming horizontally, piercing through the ruins, and striking down at Tang Qian who was chasing relentlessly in the darkness.

But at that moment, amidst the thunder, what rang out was the old man's hysterical laughter.

So excited.

"Look clearly, kid!"

Fourth Great-Uncle grinned, "This is the unique skill I used to kill all the Disaster Mages back then—"

In an instant, he flew up, the spear stirring the storm in his hand facing the surging thunder, the phantom of a giant snake flashed and disappeared, actually swallowing the thunder into its belly, turning it into a part of itself.

Making the spear in his hand also flash with scorching fierce light, ascending.

And then...

—Throwing it back!

Boom!!!!

A roar surpassing thunder erupted at this moment.

The spear entwined with storm and thunder pierced out, easily piercing through the figure fleeing in a sorry state, pinning him to the ground, along with a head in his arms!

Corpse-Eating Brothers, dead!

And the hand extending from Tang Qian's left shoulder had already been burned into a lump of charcoal, making him grimace in pain: "Old man, that's enough, it's not you who's in pain, right?!"

But Fourth Great-Uncle didn't care at all, just glanced at the remaining corpses with regret, shaking his head: "What a loss, killed so many, but there are only two heads; when will I be promoted to nobility..."

"The Eternal Empire is gone, what nobility are you being promoted to!"

Tang Qian was furious, poking his head out, looking curiously: "Hey, what is that old man doing?"

Then, he fell into a daze.

His smile stiffened on his face.

What he saw was bolts of lightning dancing in the clouds, thousands of bolts of lightning gathering, falling from Jin Wujiu's call, gathering, turning into thunder light that reached the sky and the earth.

Thunder rumbled.

After a long period of accumulation and guidance, amidst the rising of infinite water vapor, this thunder ocean that shrouded everything was formed on the hilltop. At this moment, the changes of all kinds of energy manifested under Jin Wujiu's guidance, as if he had turned the entire celestial phenomenon into his own weapon.

Until now, Jin Wujiu couldn't find what kind of ghost thing was hidden in the villa.

That would make him feel so terrified.

But now, the ruthlessness and madness engraved in his bones actually gained the upper hand, suppressing his panic and hesitation—since he couldn't find where the hidden danger and threat were, then he would turn this damn villa into ashes!

"Holy shit..."

Tang Qian was dumbfounded, subconsciously urging: "Attack him, Fourth Great-Uncle!"

But Fourth Great-Uncle remained motionless, just asking, "Time is up, do you want to renew?"

You...

Tang Qian was about to die of anger, searching his pockets, only finding two gold bars, but Fourth Great-Uncle sneered, not even looking at them: "That's about it, accepting counterfeit money is already my bottom line."

Saying that, he suggested: "If not, why don't you wake up your father? Your father has been in a much better mood lately; if you discuss it properly and go out with your Second Uncle, it only costs eighty human sacrifices."

Tang Qian was completely broken, almost crying: "The Tang family is left with only me as a lone seedling, and you're still here collecting your damn money!"

"Bloodline is bloodline, principle is principle."

Fourth Great-Uncle looked at him for the last time, saying coldly: "Power is value itself. Victory, failure, survival, death, all are built upon it, and follow it closely.

If power is not exchanged for sacrifice, then everything else is meaningless.

Without a price, there is no result."

While gradually dissipating, Fourth Great-Uncle only left behind the final words: "This is the right reason of the Multitude."

Right reason your mother's leg!

Tang Qian's blood tears were about to burst out, and then, a head suddenly poked out from behind him, looking out with him.

"Mom..."

Ji Jue was dumbfounded: "I was still saying this old man was holding it in outside for half a day looking for a toilet, turns out he was accumulating power wanting to do something big?"

A dull, scorching wind blew from afar, but it didn't bring any coolness; the viscous, humid air had already shrouded the entire hilltop.

Unable to breathe.

Under Jin Wujiu's guidance, the energy in the clouds increased at a speed visible to the naked eye; in just a few seconds, it had formed a vast thunder ocean, shrouding everything.

A bone-chilling chill shrouded the soul of every Chosen One, and terrifying pressure that was nearly suffocating filled everything.

After such a long period of guidance and accumulation, this unprecedented violent power was about to be unleashed, completely annihilating the entire villa.

The destructive power of the Entropy lineage after reading the bar would be vividly displayed on the heads of every unlucky bastard.

Maybe it could flatten the entire villa in one wave!

Where did such a powerful old man come from?!

"Stop saying 'Mom', is 'Mom' useful!"

Tang Qian was about to die of anger, not even caring about how long this guy had disappeared, "Aren't you Ember? Take out some magical little props to kill him!"

"If I had that kind of thing, I would have used it long ago; why would I save it until now?"

Ji Jue sighed, tentatively firing a shot at Jin Wujiu, but Jin Wujiu didn't even lift his eyelids. The bullet that shot out was repelled by the electromagnetic barrier, actually flying back, grazing Ji Jue's hair and nailing into the wall.

Fortunately, he ducked fast enough.

If it were in the past, he would have considered stabbing the neck twice to open a second stage through his cousin's emergency survival agreement, but now he wasn't afraid.

He has a cheat!

Although there is no Azure Dragon on the left and White Tiger on the right, the Desolate Ruin is really in the belly button in the middle, okay!

This is the confidence brought to me by the cheat, understand?!

"Old Tang, watch carefully!"

Ji Jue coughed, smoothed his hair, jumped out from the ruins, and pointed at Jin Wujiu who was about to explode amidst the storm of thunder and fire.

Roaring:

"—Old man, die!"

In the blink of an eye, the Minerva blessing left on him by Sister Wen was unsealed under Ji Jue's spiritual quality infusion, and a wisp of dreamlike crystal light swayed from his fingertips.

Disappeared.

Thunder remained, storm remained, flames ascended.

No change at all.

Only behind the broken walls, Tang Qian poked his head out, looking blank: "Can I blink now?"

Ji Jue was dazed for a moment, looked up, and saw Jin Wujiu finally glancing over, full of doubt, twelve thousand points of incomprehension—where did this clown come from?

"Uh, sorry, got it wrong."

Ji Jue smiled with difficulty, wanting to cup his hands and say goodbye, sorry to disturb you.

Unfortunately, he couldn't move anymore.

Suddenly, his whole body lost perception, as if petrified; no, petrification had already begun.

His hair, skin, and clothes all lost their color rapidly, as if semi-transparent, reflecting complex crystal fluorescence. In an instant, he turned into a statue, still maintaining the posture of pointing forward.

Majestic, invincible... standing in place waiting for death.

And then, he finally felt the gradually manifesting violent power, so clear.

Like a volcanic eruption.

But unfortunately, he seemed to be sitting on the crater.

Hmm?

Wait!

Is there something wrong... again?!

Ji Jue's fragile consciousness was completely swallowed by the terrifying aura surging from his soul.

It was as if he had turned into a stubborn stone, receiving thousands of years of wind and rain, and finally, opened up amidst the thunder and earth-shaking, revealing the sharp brilliance nurtured over thousands of years.

The mountain vibrated, the tide echoed.

The distant echoes of mountains and seas overlapped, and the eternal unchanging things of the world manifested for an instant amidst the reflection of that crystalline light—as if a terrifying shadow named Dragon cast a contemptuous glance from the distant doomsday.

At this moment, Jin Wujiu finally changed color.

But, it was already too late...

Behind the clouds entwined with countless thunder and electric light, in the higher firmament, a wisp of dreamlike aurora suddenly appeared.

From that changing and diffusing deep purple, it was as if countless crystal prisms were reflecting, turning the entire night sky into a gorgeous and brilliant kaleidoscope. The vortex where countless brilliance intertwined formed the eyes of the dragon, but soon, it disappeared as if it were an illusion.

"Holy shit holy shit holy shit! What is that?"

Tang Qian felt his hair stand on end, instinctively wanting to turn around and run.

It was like seeing someone raise a rocket launcher at a cockroach by their feet...

Minerva!

That is Minerva, damn it!!!

Five years ago, that goddess who didn't know where she came from killed people in the Central Earth and Thousand Islands, and after being recruited by the Federation, she killed people in the Federation again, killing from the Wilderness State to the eyelids of the Heavenly Humans, and after disappearing without a trace... she actually appeared again?!

Are you serious?

At this moment, Tang Qian was lying in the ruins, only feeling his scalp tingling; how deep of a water had he accidentally waded into?!

Silence, sudden.

The storm stopped abruptly, the air turned into amber, the flames stagnated, the thunder solidified, and under the clouds that were cracking inch by inch, rainbow light shone, the bright moon hung high, and in the static frozen world, everything became so beautiful.

But inside the courtyard, there was no longer any sign of life.

Destruction would be covered by more violent destruction, and death would be swallowed by more solemn death.

From that high-altitude glance, the end had already arrived quietly!

There was no room for struggle or escape.

Even, there wasn't even time to leave last words or feel fear and despair.

Right in mid-air, between the frozen thunder and fire, Jin Wujiu's body cracked silently... pale cracks spread and expanded on his skin, and in the end, turned into floating crystal dust, disappearing.

Thunder, flames, storms, all were the same.

Dreamlike broken light drifted, rising and falling above the ruins.

Like thousands of fireflies dancing together.

Going with the wind, gradually, disappearing without a trace.

Thus, wiped out!

And in this constant silence that couldn't see the end, there was only Ji Jue's sigh.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the bright moon that was still hanging high, as if sighing at how many struggles and loneliness this moonlight had witnessed throughout the ages.

Just as he was considering saying some cool lines to draw a perfect end to this flawless show-off, he heard... Jin Mao's hysterical laughter from the ruins!

Running, cheering, dancing.

Even forgetting that he wasn't wearing pants.

"I made it!"

He shouted while dancing, "Hahaha, I made it!!!"

A line of flowing light appeared from the ruins after the struggle, gathered, and landed on him.

That is...

Ji Jue turned his head in shock, his eyeballs almost popping out.

—Virtue Blessing?! ===== CHAPTER 136 =====

——Supreme Blessing?!