Chapter 453: Anxious

Twenty minutes ago, in the square outside the Sacrifice Cathedral, in the surging crowd, two figures stood quietly, staring at all this.

Amidst the fanatical and joyful atmosphere, they were the only ones who seemed like outsiders.

Standing silently, for a long time, a long time...

It was as if they were waiting for a friend who had sworn to go out half an hour ago, gradually becoming restless, gradually becoming annoyed.

Yet in the silence, it felt like taking an elevator in a super-high-rise building.

After pressing the button, slowly moving upward with no end in sight, in the endless silence, it became gradually awkward.

So, they started making small talk...

"The sky is very blue."

"Mm."

"The wind is also quite nice."

"Indeed."

"..."

"..."

The brief conversation didn't dispel the awkwardness; instead, it made the silence seem deafening.

Seeing Wen Wen becoming restless again, Ji Jue couldn't help but sigh. Taking advantage of his height, he patted her shoulder to soothe her, and then, before she could react, quickly found a topic: "Sister Wen, what exactly do you want to say?"

Wen Wen crossed her arms, stomping her feet. Before she could get angry at Ji Jue for patting her shoulder, she fell into thought again, failing to notice the slight smile curling at the corner of Ji Jue's mouth.

He couldn't suppress the corner of his mouth.

A pure Wasteland dweller like Sister Wen, who was straightforward and single-threaded, was really easy to coax.

"... If I have to say it, I just feel, it's a bit strange."

After Wen Wen pinched her chin and pondered for a long time, she sighed: "We've known each other for so long, and although we've cooperated a lot, this is the first time we've gone out to fight together properly, right?"

"Mm, indeed."

Ji Jue nodded, thought for a moment, and also sighed: "There hasn't been any opportunity."

"..."

Suddenly, the gaze Wen Wen cast became increasingly complex, almost as if she were watching her own little brother go to work at someone else's house!

"That guy Tong Zhiwu, every time he talks about you, his eyes seem to—"

"—shine, saying how reliable and amazing you are, how tacit the cooperation is... I can only nod and mumble on the side, unable to get a word in. Every time he finishes, he asks me, 'Having such a reliable friend, the mission must be very easy, I'm really envious of you.'"

Wen Wen's teeth were almost bitten to pieces: "As a result, this cheap mother hasn't taken advantage of it at all."

"No, generally speaking, whatever opponent you encounter, you basically smash them with one punch, right? If one punch doesn't smash them, you throw another."

Ji Jue reminded her regretfully: "I don't have any opportunity to perform at all. Besides, shouldn't an artisan honestly stay in the base camp and work? It's only bad luck if you really have to fight an encounter battle."

But thinking about it, for such a long time, having fought so many battles outside the workshop, he had almost gotten used to it... Was it bad luck at work again?!

"Artisan, huh..."

Wen Wen was silent for a moment, "Although I still don't know if it's a good thing for you to be an artisan, you seem to be doing quite well.

It's only been a little over a year, and you've already managed to handle Heavenly Craft. Maybe in the future, I'll have to report your name to ask for cover."

She sighed, casually punching Ji Jue's shoulder, but forgot about the height and punched his chest. Then, she reacted, suddenly looking up, her eyes scrutinizing: "By the way, what were you doing patting my shoulder just now?"

"Eh? Did I?"

Ji Jue looked over blankly, his innocent eyes, prepared long ago, instead made Wen Wen more convinced, her fist clenching with a crunch: "You kid, taking advantage of me while I'm small, aren't you!"

"No, no, it was just a habit, a habit, I really didn't mean it."

Ji Jue hurriedly explained and soothed, trying hard to suppress his laughter, "But I feel, Sister Wen, your height now is also quite cute, pfft—hey, there's no need to hit me for that, right?

Alright, alright, I'll shut up."

Ji Jue raised his hands to beg for mercy, otherwise Wen Wen would jump up and give his dog head a big slap. The current petrification of his body hadn't eased yet; don't let his head fly off with one slap, it would be more troublesome to reattach it later.

Seeing him surrender, Wen Wen hummed, then withdrew her gaze.

She didn't want to talk.

Ji Jue looked down. After installing the mechanical limbs, his height had increased by more than thirty centimeters. Now, with one growing and the other shrinking, Wen Wen only reached his chest.

How should he put it? He always felt that after becoming shorter and younger,

her mind seemed to have become much younger too.

No, this world built on the remains of Huangliang is ultimately an illusory dream, everything is a bubble, even one's own face is manifested based on one's inner self-perception, which means...

She looks so mature and steady, but her heart is completely different!

"Pfft—"

As Ji Jue thought about it, his stomach suddenly hurt, and he couldn't help but bend over.

He had been elbowed!

"Hey, Sister Wen, what are you doing?"

"Ah? I don't know either, I just inexplicably wanted to punch you twice." Wen Wen asked solemnly: "Usually at this time, the guy being beaten is thinking about some ghost stuff, you wouldn't be, would you!?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Then why do I want to punch you more and more?"

"You just want to punch someone, right!"

"Don't let me catch you, kid!"

It was all just casual chatting when bored, but for some reason, since when, that awkwardness and alienation had disappeared.

Standing together naturally, pushing and shoving.

Amidst the countless fanatical prayers and shouts around them, they were like two distinct drops of water, mixing into the ocean, drifting slowly forward with the current.

Waiting with great patience.

Until, the roar of the gate opening finally sounded.

That figure, as if illuminated by holy light, walked out amidst the cheers of the crowd, as if representing the gods, reigning over the earth, glancing contemptuously at everything, yet never stopping for the beauty of the mortal world.

Finally—

Ji Jue sighed silently. After scattering so much bait and nesting for so long, finally, a giant with enough weight had risen from the water and shown its head!

"Sister Wen, good luck." He lowered his head, giving a final encouragement.

"Cut it out, as if I needed you to say that."

Wen Wen laughed, lifted her hood, stared straight at the Saint hundreds of meters away, and loosened her wrists: "Watch me."

After chattering for so long, she could finally have a clean fight!

She gripped the long spear that had been dismantled into two sections behind her, piecing them together. The weight, finely tuned, and the wonderful feel of it fitting into her five fingers as one.

Size, weight, center of gravity, all were perfect.

At that moment, she gripped the reconstructed long spear and threw it fiercely!

With this, she stirred up thunder and wind.

The iron light scorched red, drawing a straight line, across such a long distance, as if tearing through thin paper, piercing into Saint Idra's chest. The terrifying power erupted again, dragging that body, flying up, and nailing it into the Holy Gate.

The echo roared, exploding.

Screams, roars, gibberish, wails, amidst countless mixed sounds, the crowd scattered like a receding tide, and there were still fanatical believers who didn't know their own strength wanting to pounce over.

Under the sleeve of the robe, a pistol was raised.

Ji Jue pulled the trigger without looking back, knocking them down one by one. The silver bullets drilled into the spinal cord like living things, spreading, absorbing intelligence, and rapidly solidifying.

Turning those fanatical believers into incomplete stone statues.

At most, they were just dust.

Because there was a true sound of divine wrath, sounding from the highest point of the cathedral!

"Heretic, her—etic!"

On the Holy Gate, the incomplete Saint convulsed, raising his shattered face. His handsome and solemn face was full of ferocity, his scarlet pupils staring fixedly at Wen Wen and Ji Jue, opening his mouth to roar:

"Heretic, die!!!"

Boom—!

That remnant body suddenly expanded, like a balloon, expanding to the limit, and then, exploded with a bang, blood and flesh buds spreading like a tide.

Bang!

The long spear flew backward, falling to the ground, eroded by the blood color, rapidly rusting.

And amidst the roar of rage, Idra broke free from the shackles of the fragile human body. The so-called Saint revealed his true form!

It was like a bizarre giant snake, using the remnant body as an exit, galloping out, wriggling incessantly, with fanatical faces like scales dotting its body.

And on the body like a giant snake, six wing-like organs rapidly unfolded, as if woven from white bone and flesh, miserable and ferocious.

And four heads, four faces, grew out from the head of the giant snake—compassion, indifference, wrath, and a smile, the expressions changing incessantly.

At this moment, it suddenly opened its mouth to rebuke.

Like a lion roaring.

An invisible frenzy erupted, blowing in all directions. An immense weight appeared out of thin air from the void, crushing everything—bricks, buildings, structures, and even fragile human bodies—into powder!

The divine power was infinite, but the believers who hadn't had time to escape were instantly turned into meat paste, leaving only blood mist drifting in mid-air.

Including the fanatical believers Ji Jue had shackled.

The demons and heretics didn't poison them; instead, the god's power crushed them into powder, not caring at all. No, in the Saint's view, mortals who hadn't washed away their original sin weren't worth cherishing at all, right?

Not to mention the heretics before him!

The heretics didn't care about him either.

Even if the gravity torrent swept over, they were too lazy to look—the Saint didn't cherish the believers, but Sister Wen would definitely cover her little brother!

Wen Wen reached out, the rust-covered long spear flew back, fell into her hand, held upside down, and pierced toward the ground!

Like a reef, it smashed the incoming torrent into powder, causing the invisible power to split from the center and flow to both sides.

"It's up to you, Sister Wen!"

Ji Jue retreated without any sense of brotherhood, like a trainer throwing out a Pokémon, aggressive: "Kill him!"

"You shut up—"

Seeing this dog thing looking so light and breezy, Wen Wen felt her anger rising. But being angry was fine; anyway, there was a ready-made punching bag right in front of her.

Boom!

On the ground, a crack suddenly appeared. Wen Wen charged, trampled the earth, soared into the air, and shot toward the angel-fied Saint in mid-air.

In her hand, the golden spear manifested fierce light again, easily splitting the wind and barriers raised by the wings, charging, smashing through the two wings covering the face, and stabbing the upside-down spear toward Idra's face.

Then, she saw the mockery appearing on the four faces.

Open mouth, spray!!

Scarlet lightning intertwined and shot out, like a sharp blade, rushing toward her!

The long spear and the thunder collided, actually emitting a sharp sound of metal friction, vibrating intensely, the rusted parts spreading rapidly, and in the end, actually from the center... snapped?!

Wen Wen was stunned for a moment, then fell backward, tumbling on the ground in a wretched manner, but the scarlet thunder blades like a rainstorm kept falling, chasing relentlessly.

"Ji Jue, what's going on!"

Wen Wen was furious: "How did this thing break!"

"It was made from an angel in the first place, and it was an underdeveloped water-cargo angel. It's normal for it to break after colliding on both sides."

Ji Jue poked his head out, waving his hand calmly: "You hold him off for a bit, I'll solve it immediately!"

"I'll hold your—"

Wen Wen's teeth were almost bitten to pieces, finally realizing what it meant to be an artisan's mouth, a liar's ghost!

Am I here to be your test subject!

But things had come to this, she could only throw the two broken sections of the spear to Ji Jue, but Ji Jue on the other side had also fallen into the siege of angels, left and right.

Before she could care about others, she heard the roar coming from the firmament again.

Rainstorm pouring.

Countless scarlet thunders covered the firmament, and amidst the Saint's wrath and mockery, they fell from the sky!

"Heretic, die!"

But the next moment, the infinitely falling thunder suddenly stalled, and then, split from the center.

A figure had risen to the sky again, moving incredibly fast, like a meteorite going against the current, crashing into and smashing the fragile thunders one by one.

Close at hand!

Facing the four faces and eight eyes, Wen Wen clenched her fists and, without mercy, swung out.

【?】

A moment of astonishment, and then, the massive Saint, actually...

Flew backward!

Boom!!!!

Amidst the loud noise, the massive angel smashed into the shattered cathedral, almost embedded in the collapsed ruins.

Just one punch!

Amidst the rising dust, the figure approaching step by step was outlined.

"You probably have a bad memory, right?"

Wen Wen raised her hand, wiping the nosebleed on her face indifferently, lifting her head contemptuously: "Did you forget how I beat you guys before those things existed?" ===== CHAPTER 454 =====